Approximately 3 hours before the boys leave for tour



Time is the enemy. And that’s because it never works for my benefit. When there’s some exciting thing that I just can’t wait for, like a birthday, or Christmas, or something, time seemingly drags on taking forever for the moment you’ve been waiting for to finally arrive. And when there’s something I’d rather avoid like a dentist appointment, or if I want to avoid my boyfriend leaving for tour, that’s when time appears to fly, like the drop of a coin.



I was in bed, staring at the clock just watching the minutes roll by. Harry was packing quickly and quietly. I was clumsily positioned on the mattress, my back to my beautiful boy because I didn’t want to see me all gloomy.



We’d pretty much spent an entire twenty-four hours together and, I don’t know about Harry, but I wasn’t yet, tired of him. It’s true; we spent quite some time outside running around like we used to when we were kids, until I banged my knee and potentially ruined our brilliant night on the town. Then, we went to a diner, where I learned that Nikki cheated on Harry.



I can’t even. Like, I physically can’t. I strongly dislike her with a burning passion.



When we came home, we watched some really sappy love movies of my choice that had me bawling my eyes out like a lovesick loser and had Harry tearing up. During the second movie, I struggled to fight off sleep. If this were any other day I’d be sleeping into the next day but this isn’t any ordinary day, it’s the day Harry leaves to tour north and South America for three months. I constructed this night perfectly, from shagging at Zayn’s party right down to the chick-flicks. I even suggested that Harry start packing. Just in case.



“Why, hello beautiful.”



His hands were at my waist, twisting me around so I was to face him. Plump lips came down to mine, sprinkling kisses to my lips and neck.



“What’s next on the to-do list, boss?” Harry grinned down at me.



“I don’t have anything else planned. We’ve just got to improvise.”



“Good.” His nose rubbed against mine. “I’ve got some ideas of my own that we could do.” He dipped his head back down to my neck his curls were tickling my ear. From then on, his strong hands skimmed underneath the t-shirt I wore his fingers were working against me to provoke laughter out of me. Desperate shrieks were mixed in with laughter. His chuckling was increased by my cackling like a hyena. My lungs were failing at trying to retain air.



His fingers stopped as his hands moved higher pawing at my breasts.



The heat that rose in my cheeks seemed to have spread throughout my body as an entirety.



“Harry.” My wavering tone was deceiving because although it sounded like a moan but what it was really, was a scold. “I-I don’t want to...” I said, eyes closing, tingles shooting through me. I didn’t want to waste any time with him.



“Let’s just talk.”



I couldn’t stop mouthing off. It’s what it does best. However, my body was giving in to his ways and conforming to what Harry wanted and I could no longer resist it.



His lips still moved feverishly against my neck teeth lightly abrading the skin at the same time he was groping my breasts. At this point, I was moving sensually against his actions. I was completely engaged and I fully gave myself to him. His hands were at my bare thighs and gradually moved between my legs. When he was through toying with me, his fingers gripped the top of my thong and slowly drew them down my legs. My lips to his as I drew back his bottom lip with his teeth.



“Get ready, princess. I’m going to make love to you.”



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Approximately 30 minutes before the boys leave for tour.



(Harry’s POV)

Eventually, after round two or three of lovemaking, she fell asleep against me. I didn’t expect anything more; she’s been through so much these past few days. Between fighting with Nikki and my leaving for tour she’s had a lot to deal with. With all of that going on, I don’t remember the last time she had a good night’s sleep.



She turned over in her sleep, ending up on top of me basically. Our legs were entwined, our chests pressed together and I could feel her heartbeat through the thin t-shirt she wore. I smiled down at her just as I always did when I was with her. This girl…she honestly was something special. What I felt for her, was something I’ve never felt for anyone else. And no, not even Nikki.



“Morning princess,” I whispered, tucking her hair safely behind her ear that way I could see her face more clearly. Her tired eyes blinked about a dozen times before they settled in to the natural light. She smiled a sleepy smile.



“Good morning Harry.”



Fast as lightning, she was gone; out of bed, off to the bathroom. I lay there alone for a minute, taking everything in: the reality that I wouldn’t be able to see her for three months. That’s twelve weeks. That’s ninety three days without her. Quickly, I dismissed those thoughts. They weren’t helping anything. They were probably going to cause me to miss her more.



I got up with a sigh, running my fingers through my messy hair and decided it would be better if I finished packing. That way no one (Louis) could complain about me being late like Charlie had suggested.



I don’t want to leave her.



I can’t stand the thought of not being with her for three months. I’ve sort of adapted to always having her around; living with me, sharing personal thoughts, memories, laughing with me and lying in bed with me. I’d miss the feel of her angel-soft hands in my hair, the soft glow to her sapphire eyes, her lovely scent, her smile, making me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.



Holy shit… I seriously think I might be in love with her.


And I wanted her to know that. Yes, I know that she knows I love her but that’s different. Being in love with someone is much deeper than just loving them. To love someone would mean that you deeply care about them. To be in love must be what I feel for Charlie. I need her. Desperately. Losing her would be like losing a piece of me. I wouldn’t be whole without her.



Honestly, that scares me most. Losing her.



My phone began to ringing incessantly. The ringtone filled my head, drowning out all the fuss going on, on the inside. I’d much rather hear my phone ring than answer it because I knew the call was probably Louis calling to make sure that I was on my way to the airport.



“Harry?” Charlie’s weak voice cut through the air like a knife. “Are you gonna answer that?”



(Charlie’s POV)

I tried not to listen to Harry’s call. It had to be about something regarding the tour and him leaving and I just couldn’t bare it. I wanted to cry. Time to face facts, I’m a giant weenie, I know. A few hours ago, I thought saying goodbye would be much easier than this but it’s not quite what I expected.



I knew it wasn’t goodbye forever but it felt that way.



I was feeling pretty shitastic.



“I can be there in fifteen,” he spoke into the phone. I turned my back to him so I could wipe that tears slowly falling from my eyes. I think he had hung up the phone when the hot tears just kept sliding down my cheeks. I didn’t want him to know I was crying and it aggravated me that I couldn’t get control of it. Since it was probably bloody obvious, I let it be known that I was crying by hiding my face in my hands.



“Come here, baby.”



He warmed me. Once I was enclosed in his embrace, the tears stopped. I loved being able to bury my face in his strong chest with hand supportively at the back of my neck, his lips kissing the top of my head just like my father did. He calmed me and it reminded me of my dad.


I know how sick that sounds but I can assure you, I don’t mean it like that.



“I want to give you something.”



I quickly pulled away from the embrace and dug through drawers to find the ring and I brought it to him.



“Is this a proposal?” He teased.



I chuckled, shaking my head.



Out of all the things my dad owned before he died, this was the only, single thing I got to remember him by. I would’ve worn it myself if I had thicker, manlier fingers but I was stuck with girly hands unfortunately (Haha just kidding! I like my girly hands) so the ring wouldn’t serve me a purpose other than a piece of my father.



“No. It isn’t a proposal.”



I slipped the ring onto Harry’s index finger and it was a perfect fit.



I didn’t tell Harry the ring was my father’s because I didn’t know how he would react. Plus, we didn’t have much time to exchange many words with each other. But, I made a promise that if, one day, he asked, I would tell him anything he wanted to know about it.



“I love it.”



He stared down at the ring, admiring it for a bit. Giving it to him meant so much to me. Not just that it once belonged to my father but that he’s the only person on this whole, entire earth (besides I, myself) with the ring.



“I-I have to go,” he said. I half smiled at the ground. “I don’t want to leave you.” His words were left to hang dry in the air because he has to. I didn’t want to let him go either but I didn’t have a choice. It’s his career, his dream, his decision. It’s just my job to be there and support him through it all.



“Promise me that you’ll call?” I asked.



“I’ll call you, text you, Skype, whatever you want.”



A smile curved his lips, a look of deep sincerity present in eyes and in his voice. My lips met his in a rushed, messy kiss that I truthfully never wanted to end. But soon, it would have to come to an end. I pulled away knowing that I couldn’t have my way with him, knowing that I wouldn’t feel him again for a while.



“I love you, Harry.”



I watched him as he grabbed his carry-on duffle bag and started for the door. He made sure that he had everything he’d need for the tour and he kissed my lips one last time.



“I love you more.”



He left. I peered upon an open window in the lounge and waited until I could see him climb into his vehicle and drive off. For minutes, I remained in that spot. Eyes were closed and my fingers to my lips making sure that I remember and savor our last kiss.



But a rough banging at the door distracted me from that. Sluggishly, I went to the door and peered through the peep-hole.


Nikki.


What the fuck does she want?!

Notes

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