10 months later...

Today the boys are finally back, Harry is back! And I couldn't be more excited but also nervous…
We've managed to visit a couple times but we haven't seen each other in almost three months now, at least not in person and I'm really nervous that we're finally going to meet again.

"Any minute now..." Sophia bit her fingernails eagerly.

It's nice to have her here! It sounds silly but I knew she was perfect for Niall when I saw her and the fact that they decided to separate but couldn't stay away shows how much she likes him and I'm really happy for him. I'm surprised they lasted all this time because they were only dating for a couple months when Niall left and their relationship was no even public but she got to see him a lot more times since she quit college and is already working. Of course everyone found out when Sophia starting hanging out with me and the girls and she had already been spotted with Niall at the airport when the boys left.

"Look!" Dani pointed at the gates where the passengers were coming out.

I had myself on my tiptoes trying to look over everyone's head but I'm too short.

"Do you see Harry?" I asked them.

"Hmm... I see Perrie and Zayn!" Eleanor waved at them to let them know we're here. Perrie was in the same country as Zayn in their last concert so they flew back together.

"Anyone else?" I bit my lip eagerly.

"Hmm... Liam! I see Liam and Louis!" El squealed looking at Dani. They waved again, waiting impatiently for the people around us to move. "Niall and Harry!" She spoke lastly.

"Where? Are they coming here? Els?" I squeezed her hand.

"C'mon." She pushed me along with them opening space for us.

I watched her with a big smile as she walked over at Louis, his eyes looking around, a big smile on his face too when he spotted her engulfing her in a long embrace. That was one of the cutest things I have ever seen!

"Mia?" Sophia nudged me with her elbow.

I was so distracted watching Louis and Eleanor's show of affection that I hadn't even realized that my own boy, the one I was waiting for, was in fact walking towards me.
My heart started thumping loudly in my chest with the sight of him, looking like a God, all tanned and gorgeous.
I couldn't help but smile wildly, his own face reciprocated showing off his wonderful dimples. That was enough for me to carry myself over to him, launching myself to his lap.
I heard the thud of his bag drop to the floor as he stumbled a little, totally caught off guard by my gesture but easily caught on, holding me tight with a chuckle.
Inhaling his beautiful sense, the butterflies erupted in my stomach with the feeling of finally being where I belong. Harry soothed my back, kissing my neck softly. I pulled back slightly, crashing my lips to his, my hands easily loose in his hair, making me sigh when his tongue caressed mine after so long. I pulled him as close as possible just wanting to feel him!
When we finally pulled away Harry smiled lazily, obviously tired.

"Did you sleep on the plane?" I asked tracing the bags under his eyes with my fingers.

"No." He shook his head.

"I missed you so much!" I pressed my forehead to his, not containing the tears.

"I'm here, don't cry." Harry literally kissed my tears away.

"Sorry, I'm just so happy you're back!" I kissed his lips again.

"I'm happy too."

I slid down but Harry's hand instantly found my waist, claiming me, before we joined everyone.
"Did you miss me?" Louis smirked pulling me in for a hug. I did my best to hug him since Harry's arm was still around me.

"Can I have one too?" Niall let go of Sophia's hand to reach me.

"You all look so tanned!" I pointed out.

"No, that's just my natural colour." Zayn joked spinning me around followed by Liam.
"Did you have fun?"

"Heaps!" Liam replied kissing the top of his girlfriend's head in a loving gesture. How I missed having everyone together in British soil...

"Ugh I'm so tired." Harry breathed against my neck. I smiled sweetly at him pushing his now bigger hair off his eyes.

"You should have slept on your way back, what time is it in America now? Like 2 a.m?"

"You all look deadly tired…" Sophia commented agreeing with me.

We all headed home for a much needed sleep for the boys.
On the way over I called Anne canceling the dinner for tonight because obviously Harry would not be awake for that, he even fell asleep in the car and I had to take him upstairs.

"Stay here." Harry mumbled groggily.

"You need to sleep." I shushed him pulling the cover up.

"Lay down with me." He pouted pushing my leg.

"Okay, okay." I laid down next to him, his hands easily finding my waist to push me to him both on our sides facing each other.

I kissed his chest and listened to his steady breathing as he drift off to sleep.
It's kinda weird, rarely do I see Harry tired and he looks absolutely exhausted. Maybe it's just jet lag. The room was so peaceful and quiet that I found myself being pulled to sleep too, I haven't sleep very well too in these months without Harry and now I feel perfectly safe in his arms.

When I woke up in the morning, Harry was still snoring mouth hanging, all cute.
I considered letting him sleep for a little while but he sleep all afternoon yesterday only waking up for dinner at seven and then falling back again until now. I think he's had enough sleep.

"Harry…" I shook him slightly but received no answer. "Baby, wake up." This time I received some groans and mumbles.

Moving to his lap to straddle his waist I whispered in his ear. "Wake up, Haz."

I moved my mouth to his, placing a soft kiss to it. Harry wasted half a second to react and before I realized, I was pinned to the bed with Harry hovering above me not once breaking the kiss. I bent my knees slightly, holding Harry's body in between, throwing my head to the side giving more access to his assaulting mouth biting and sucking my neck making me moan loudly. I'm not used to this already. Harry came back up grinning cockily obviously proud of his work.

"Good morning, love. I missed waking up to your smart lips on mine." He brushed his nose on my cheek.

"And I missed causing you a hard on in the morning." I smirked just as widely pressing my pelvis to his obvious erection.

"You're so funny today, honey!" Harry blinked innocently.

"I'm always funny sweetheart." I winked playfully.

"Hmm…" He hummed obviously more interested in our previous action, reaching down and holding his cross chain from my chest in between his teeth, the object that I promised returning a long while ago.

No words were needed for that moment, both remembering our moment almost a year ago when we exchanged the necklace. His eyes stared at mine, sparkling with pure bliss and that blinding grin was back on his face.
Our mouths connected again in a mess attempt to feel each other, every muscle in my legs pulled tight holding his body as I waited for what I knew was coming. When our mouths detached, his own moved to my neck placing open mouthed kisses to the spot, stopping every once in a while to cough before attacking my skin again.

"Harry?" I frowned pushing his head up, roaming my hand along his curls. "Harry, you're burning!" I pressed my lips to his forehead.

"No, I'm not." He frowned dismissing the subject.

"You definitely are!" I nodded pushing him off slightly to sit. Now that I notice better, he's also a bit pale. I was too distracted in him to notice.

"No, come here." Harry groaned pushing me to him again.

"Harry, you have a fever!" My eyes widened. "How can you not notice you're sick?" I shook my head unbelievably.

"I'm not sick!" He replied, coughing again.

"Clearly." I rolled my eyes. "Lay here, I'm gonna call the doctor."

"Mia, I'm fine." Harry whined trying to push me to the bed again but I wiggled away.

"Stay here. I mean it Harry, don't move!" I pointed a finger at him.

Harry pressed his lips into a tiny line before I left the room to call for assistance.

"Your doc said you probably have a flu by the symptoms I gave him." I explained walking in our room again.

"I'm fine." Harry rolled his eyes again, coughing in the end. I raised my eyebrows at him and he shot me an innocent smile.

"I'm gonna make you some orange juice because you need to ingest vitamins and chicken soup since it's almost noon. Don't get out of the bed!" I scowled forcing him to lay down and pushed the sheets over his bare chest.

I walked down to the kitchen again and gathered all the ingredients to make Harry some soup. I can't believe I didn't notice he was sick. Well actually I can because he's been asleep for most of the time actually. Now I guess the reason why he was so tired is explained…
I was distracted carefully seasoning the soup when the house's phone started ringing. I ran to it, startled that it'd wake up Harry and answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Babe can you come up here?"

"Harry, what's wrong?" I asked alarmed.

"I don't feel like sleeping." I was not having visual contact with him but I old visualize in perfection his pink lips forming a pout.

"You did not just called the phone's house from the other room to tell me you're not sleepy..." I rolled my eyes.

"What are you doing?" He completely ignored my statement, asking casually.

"Your lunch." I replied.

"Just come over here."

"I'll be up in a sec."

Checked the soup, I made sure it wasn't burning out before heading upstairs to check on my whiny boy.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" I asked opening the door in a rush.

"Hmm yeah?" He looked a me quizzically with the TV on as I checked his forehead again.

"You called the phone..."

"I just wanted to know what you were doing." He replied.

I was ready to get slightly annoyed for calling me up for nothing but his hard coughing stopped me from doing so.

"How did you get a flu like that? Were you in the cold back in America?" I frowned tucking the cover around him better.

"Mia, I'm fine! I really don't know why I have a fever I don't feel that bad apart from a headache and my throat's a bit itchy." He looked at me with saddish eyes.

"That's called a cold Harry!" I chuckled. "I'm gonna get you your soup and I'll be right back okay?" I kissed his forehead.

Harry smacked my bum and I glared at him in return. I guess his cocky self didn't get any harm by the high fever!
When in the kitchen, the chicken soup was ready so I poured some into a bowl and made a sandwich for me, heading upstairs.

"Can you eat it alone?" I asked pulling the tray onto his lap.

"You want to feed me?" He asked amused.

"I'm just asking..." I narrowed my eyes.

We both ate in silence watching TV shows all afternoon before Harry eventually laid his head on my stomach and fell asleep, his coughing much worse now. I roamed my hand along his curls trying to comfort him in his sleep.

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