two | h.s. - t.c.

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we were flying back to the states tonight since we'd have multiple shows in new york and chicago again, and then end it in cali. i was so tired that by the time we made it onto the plane, i fell right asleep. and woke up in new york.

there was a mob at the airport.
what a quick way to fully wake someone up.

they were all here for two but everyone around them got dragged into the pushing and shoving of the crowd that formed in two seconds. they all meant well, i'm sure of it. except for the grown men trying to get autographs and take pictures with their large cameras to exploit the guys.

timothée had his shades on while harry had to shield his eyes from how bright the flashes were. security surrounded them, helping the chaos dial down a bit. i couldn't believe that timothée still managed to light a cigarette by the time we were outside.

i don't know who, but one of the men with cameras had yelled "smoking kills."

timothée's head shot straight to the guy that'd said it, "god, i hope so." he said with a smile and a nod, taking a long drag.

he was now regretting saying anything as we all sat backstage making fun of him.

"our viral boy's trending on twitter." scott said while scrolling on his phone.

"don't call me viral boy ever again." timothée leaned his back to the windowsill.

"people are already making edits." emily said, pointing at scott's phone.

"there are videos in every angle." kayla said.

"yeah i bet there are." timothée mumbled, pulling the strings of his hoodie, tightening the hat part on his head.

"hey hey, leave him alone." andrew took scott's phone from his hands, receiving a scowl. "oh look, i'm in this one!" he showed emily.

we all laughed, and once i saw timothée's face i cleared my throat and stopped. it was so hard. i got up from my seat and went to the table against the wall to grab a water bottle. i mainly just wanted to laugh some more without him seeing me.

harry didn't seem too fazed, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall as he wrote in his song book. he'd look up occasionally with a smile, and then tap his pen and go back to writing.

"there's an edit of us and jenny just walking in the back!" emily said to kayla, shoving her phone in her face. they both laughed and then came over to show me.

timothée was watching the whole time so i just smiled and nodded, covering my mouth when i let out a laugh. he never got made fun of, i think it was why i'm enjoying this more than i should.
he was looking out the window now, bored as he put his headphones on.

luckily for him, our group usually moved on from things pretty quickly. within seconds they were all talking about how we should go out for dinner on our free day.

"jen." harry whispered.

i looked at him and he gestured for me to come over there, nodding his head to the space next to him. i walked over and sat down next to him, setting my water down by me. "yes?"