GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

42. Bright Like Crayons

As I laid there on Harry's chest a million things were running through my head. Today has been one change of plans and plot twist after another and I could barely comprehend it all. I never imagined it would all end up with the discovery that I escaped death. Realizing the level of pain Harry had endured thinking I was on that plane was too much, I broke down in his arms. He soothed me until my tears subsided and my body stilled, but even then he didn't dare release me.

"So what the hell happened Liv? Why weren't you on the flight?," Niall said, breaking the silence that had hung heavily in the room.

"Jesus Niall. They were having a fucking moment!," Louis snapped at him.

"It's fine," I said sitting up but quickly interlacing my fingers in Harry's hand. "I'm sure everyone is as confused as I was getting here. I got to the airport and my friend Sara, who was getting all the models together for my casting, got called in for a last minute shoot. She's actually on a flight to Italy right now. Most of the people coming were friends of hers, so we rescheduled for next week. I tried to get a ticket to LA, but there was nothing out of New York available. I finally ended up switching my ticket for a flight back home tomorrow afternoon and figured I'd rather be here than the airport."

"Why didn't you just call me and tell me you changed your flight and were coming to see me?," Harry asked softly. I pulled my phone from my purse and held it up to him.

"I kind of broke my phone. I was trying to handle my luggage and coffee and maneuver through the crowds and I dropped. It got wheeled over by a motorized cart on my way from the ticket desk. Once I had no way to contact you I decided it would just be fun to surprise you instead. I guess I was wrong there." I pulled my lip to the side in an exaggerated frown.

"Thank God I recognized her in the press pit or we'd have no idea she was here," Cal chimed in. I was surprised he had remembered me from that first night I met Harry. On second thought, I was surprised I remembered him considering I was concussed.

"How'd you get in the press pit? How'd you even get in?," Liam asked. "I think it was pretty much sold out."

"I bought some seriously expensive tickets on a hotel lobby computer so I could be on the floor. I was actually planning on just being in the crowd near the stage and getting your attention. I wanted to see the look on your face." I laughed, picturing it in my head. "I sort of lucked out with the press pass. I ran into a reporter we met yesterday who gave me her extra pass." I left out the rest of the details, knowing now was not the time to divulge everything that happened with Trisha. I still didn't really know what the fuck happened ether, but I wasn't going to drop a bomb on Harry right now, especially in front of all these people. "Cal saw me and all but carried me backstage. I tried to tell him I wanted to surprise you, but he wasn't having it. Now I see why."

"Sorry I didn't explain, I was just trying to get you to H as fast as possible," Cal said with his accent that reminded me of home. "Are you guys still going to cancel the show?"

"You were going to cancel it?," I asked surprised before my brain reminded me that just a short while ago I was presumed dead by everyone in this room. "Well I guess that makes sense."

"It's up to you Harry. You've had a tough time, so if you want to skip this one it's alright by us, right guys?," Niall asked Louis and Liam who were standing off to his right and they nodded.

"What time is it? How long until we have to go on?," Harry asked.

"We've got three hours until we're set to take the stage, but if you're up for it we can always go on late. They fans will wait," Niall said. Harry sat quietly in thought, mulling it over before finally speaking.