Our two months in America flew by and the day was quickly approaching when Lucy and I would leave for home. We had about a week left. We were sitting in my room together. I put my head in my hands.

“I’m not ready to leave yet,” I mumbled. I wasn’t. I didn’t want to leave Harry. I didn’t want to leave America. I didn’t want to leave the boys. I sighed and looked up as Lucy sat on the bed.

“I’m not either but we need to get home. I desperately need money.” She flopped backwards on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. We sat in silence, each of us wrapped up in our own thoughts. There was a soft knock at the door as it opened. Harry peeked inside and stepped in.

“Hello.” He sat down next to me. Lucy sat up and went to find Niall giving us some privacy.

“What’s wrong? You look sad.”

“I’m just not ready to leave. I don’t know how I’m going to spend three months away from you. We’ve never even been apart for a whole day. I’m not prepared.”

He sighed and hugged me. I leaned into him as I continued to dwell on the approaching flight day.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to call each other every day and I’ll be on skype as much as I can. It’ll be like I never left,” he said. His hand started stroking my hair.

“I know but it’s not going to be the same,” I grumbled. “We won’t be able to do this anymore and-“ I cut off as tears choked me. He rubbed circles on my back as I sobbed into his chest.

“Please don’t cry. Everything is going to be fine,” he said but I heard the tears in his own voice. I sat up and wiped away my tears. There was no point in crying over something that I couldn’t control or change.

“I’m going to wash my face, and then we need to get out of here.”

“I’ll take you shopping,” Harry said. I nodded, anything to take my mind off of our coming departure.

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I was numb as we walked the streets. Although the shopping was a welcome distraction, my mind kept turning to the end of the week. I shook my head to try to clear the thoughts away.

“Please stop thinking about it. Let’s take advantage of the rest of our time,” Harry told me. I knew he was right.

“Okay. You’re right. I’ll try to stop dwelling on it.”

He squeezed my hand as we continued to browse through different shops buying anything that suited our fancy.

I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes to shield from the August sun as we walked back to hotel laden with shopping bags. I did feel better. The retail therapy had helped me to lighten up a bit. We stepped into the elevator and I kissed Harry, savoring the moment. He sat his bags on the floor and deepened the kiss. I was aware that there were no cameras, so I did the same. I pulled away and leaned my head on his shoulder. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Gathering our bags we headed to the room.