Picking someone up

Lizzie strolled into the airport scanning the area for him; Harry.
spotting him in the huge crowd of people marching towards her she waved him over to her.
Harry skipped over to her and pulled her into a warm hug.
lizziieeeee he smiled.
hey harry. she sighed.
whats up with you? he asked dropping his bag to the floor and searching through his phone.
oh sorry did i interrupt something when i called you? he asked with a smirk knowing full well he had.
oh just fuck off... she said pushing him away from her.
you and your mood swings. he rolled his eyes.
I am not having a mood swing. she stomped her foot into the ground. I'll talk to you later when you decide to be nice to me. she huffed walking away.
and where would you be going? he asked sneakily scanning her mind. he was not yet in full control of his powers but he knew how to read certain people correctly.
no where. she lied marching away.
ooohhh Danny hey? he laughed following her. and who would he be? ... I see you like him.
fuck off... hes a friend .. actually i was thinking of asking you to include him in your band but I'm not that fucking mean. He'd end up killing ya if you treated him like this. He's a guitarist and writes his own music ... he's really good. He would have been perfect for your band but your too much of a noof to have such a nice person in your company! she stormed away.
oooh you like this guy a little too much. he chuckled racing after her.

Harry wandered around looking for Lizzie but he was unsuccessful so decided to head to his apartment to unpack his belongings and get used to his new surroundings.