Game On, Horan (Niall Horan Love Story) EDITING!

Chapter 35

Molly's POV

"Passport?"

"Check."

"Phone?"

"Check."

"Toothbrush?"

Niall chuckled before nodding, "Check."

"Supras?"

"Yes, Molly. Check."

"Don't give me that sass, Horan." I rested my hand on my hip and rose my eyebrows. I watched him sigh before standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry, it's just that we've went over this checklist like three times already." He kissed my cheek before wrapping an arm around my waist.

I sighed before hooking my chin onto his shoulder, "It's just that I don't want you to forget anything. America is a far way from Europe, ya know?"

"I know, I know, sorry. Shall we continue?" Niall unhooked himself from me before lifting an eyebrow. I directed my eyes to the side, finding the blank TV far more interesting before nodding.

"Clothes?" I looked over at Niall before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"No. Not check. I'm gonna forget all of my clothes here and run naked in the streets of Miami." I covered my mouth with my right hand, now laughing so hard my body shook.

I should've seen that one coming.

"Of course I have my clothes, Molz!" He chuckled before shaking his head, patting his suitcase.

Once I calmed myself down a bit, subsiding the giggles from leaving my mouth, I continued with the checklist. "American Flag tank?"

I watched Niall tap his chin before opening up his suitcase, taking some of his packed shirts out.

"No," I watched him leave the room for a second before returning with the so called tank top in his hand. "Thank you!"

I laughed before nodding, "You're welcome. The checklist isn't so stupid now is it?" Niall looked at me for a moment before shaking his head.

"No, it's still stupid."

Unbelievable.

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"Want any snacks for the plane?" I looked at Niall before nodding.

A Twix bar would be divine.

"Twix please," I watched Niall nod before turning his back to me, searching for a vending machine. I sighed quietly, looking at my surroundings for the first time.

Rushing people.

My eyes landed on a lady carrying a brief case and a duffel bag, sprinting to her full potential down the main aisle.

Oh, don't we all just love airports.

I directed my attention down to my thigh as my phone vibrated against it.

"Harry," I rose my eyebrows in confusion. I looked to my side and spotted Zayn and Louis in a conversation quitely.

Where is he?

I took another once over the perimeter but then shrugged, answering it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Molly. Can you meet me by the boys' bathroom?" I felt my face move into a disgusted form.

"The boys' bathroom?"

"Err, yeah. Please?"

I rolled my eyes, thinking about it for a second, before answering, "Yes."