A/N: I usually don't write notes before a chapter, but you just have to know the songs that helped drag me through this chapter:

“The Scientist” -Coldplay

"All I Need" -Mat Kearney

"Hey Jude" -Joe Anderson's version

"Hear You Me" -Jimmy Eat World (very end)

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I'm boarding the plane, squeezing through the aisles and watching out for swinging elbows. My body is going through the motions but I'm brain dead and my heart's numb. Searching for my seat number, I walk towards the middle of the cabin. When I place my carryon bag in the overhead compartment, I glance over to the row behind me and double take at the gentleman sitting there.

"Harry?"

I'm elated and about to sit next to him when someone pushes me aside. This rude woman couldn't even say excuse me? She climbs over Harry to take the window seat and I'm wondering why he hasn't even acknowledged me. He is delighted to see her, shooting her that flirtatious grin and entangling his hand with hers.

"Harry, what's going on?"

Ignored yet again. I narrow my eyes at this dirty blonde, wearing sleazy shorts and a see thru shirt that leaves little to the imagination. My heart is thumping with all its remaining strength before I hear the first crack. I can feel the tears as they stretch across my fleshy orifice. I'm hemorrhaging, I know it.

I can't believe this! The damage is done when he reaches over to kiss her.

"Errghhh! YOU ASSHOLE!"

I startle myself to consciousness. My eyes dart open and find comfort in the dark room. Other senses catch up as I feel the pillow, soft sheets and inhale the fragrance of the man beside me. Sitting up, I glance at the clock to find its only 5:34 am. What a stupid dream on the most inconvenient day!

Refusing to go back to sleep, for that will grant me less time with Harry, I slide out of bed and quietly move about the room. Turning on the light in the bathroom and leaving the door cracked, I gather all my things. Then I can enjoy his company instead of running around like a headless chicken. Finally, I get out of my clothes from last night to take a shower.

Feeling refreshed, I slip into my beige lingerie and crawl back into bed. I find Harry in his underwear and I selfishly try to wake him up. My hand is walking up his back as he sleeps soundly on his stomach. I continue by leaving tiny bite marks on his shoulder, although his eyes remain closed his grin grows.

"Mmmph . . .I'm up," his eyes struggle to open but he gives up too easily and turns his head away from me.

"Wake up, I want to spend time with you," I nag and scratch his head.

"We are spending time . . .in bed," his voice muffles against the pillow.

"Noooo, come on."

"You should just miss your flight and stay with me."

"I'm serious Harry. I only have an hour and a half before I have to leave," I grumble.

"I AM serious!" Harry's head pops up and he fixes his sleepy eyes on me. "Come with me."

His eyes are searching mine for affirmation but I'm still waiting for him to say that he's only kidding.

"Stop joking around," I smile nervously, tucking my hair behind my ears.

Harry pushes off the bed to sit on his heels, reaching towards me with unceasing determination. "Jude, you could travel the world with me. Don't tell me that doesn't excite you in the least?"

"Harry, I . . . I can't. I have to finish my semester. I'm graduating in two months!"

"Would you join me then?"

"I'm applying for an internship, I can't NOT work. I mean, I'd love to go for a little while but I'd eventually have to get a job . . . a job that I studied for."

"I suppose the fact that I could take care of you, give you everything you need and wanted . . . that wouldn't change your mind?"

"Then that wouldn't be the 'normal' relationship we're kinda striving for."

"But we'd be together and for that I would make the exception. . . just . . . just think about it? You don't have to give me an answer right now."

"Okay, I will."

"So, where do you want to work anyway?" Harry lays back down, one hand behind his head and the other inviting me to join him.

"There's this woman's magazine that I'll be applying for. Once I graduate I won't be able to write for the University's website anymore, so that's my next step. But I'm still looking around."

"Hmmm. Do you like, write about local events or any specifics?"

“I'd like to do that eventually. Right now its basically small stuff, from the topics Roger gives me to interesting things going on around campus."

"Nice. . . I think its only fitting that I make you some breakfast. What do you say?"

"I won't stop you."

Harry grips my fingertips as I follow him into the kitchen. I guess we're about to cook in our underwear, like 'normal' couples do. I swat away any negative thoughts that could ruin this memory for me. Quickly grabbing my phone back in the room, I begin filming a small video. I plan on replaying it over and over again on my flight.

"Heyyy," he smiles coyly and lifts his spatula before gripping the pan on the stove.

"In case no one should believe me when I say that you're an amazing cook."

"Ah, but I only make the best meals when I'm just wearing pants."

"Should I get you a pair then?"

Harry gives me a dumb look and tugs at his underwear and says, "these pants."

"How was I supposed to know that? You guys have everything backwards. So weird."

"No, you're the weirdos."

Harry lowers the heat to the stove, letting the omelet sizzle, and walks towards me. He snatches my phone and faces the lens on me.

"See, now you won't be showing this to anyone."

Harry scans my body and then turns it back to him, making funny faces while he walks back in the bedroom. Shaking my head at his antics, I make some toast and space out as I wait. Taking a little longer, I tend to our breakfast and serve our plates. Harry then returns with both our phones, tapping the screens simultaneously with his thumbs, either searching or programming something.

"The perks of technology," he smiles and hands me mine.

"What did you do?"

"I uploaded OUR video, pictures and one of my playlists."

I'm glad I had enough memory for all of that. I force myself not to look at it now, preferring the real thing sitting in front of me. Our hands are sewn together as we eat at the table, but he still feels so far away.

"Its a little chilly in this kitchen isn't it?" Harry observes and takes another bite.

"A smudge."

A rumble is heard in his throat followed by a dashing smile.

"Love that. I'm going to use it all the time now. It will be trending before you set foot back in America."

"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well seeing as how my workout partner is leaving, I'll be hitting the gym right after. And later we have a conference meeting with Simon and Cal, we'll be finalizing the storyline for our new music video."

"That all sounds so exciting," I sigh.

"Except for the part of you leaving.”

I caught on to the whole workout partner thing and I'm assuming his bed was the gym. Either way I'm slumping at the half smile on Harry's face, I know I have no control over this. I mean I do in a way. If I wanted to screw up my own life and drop everything and everyone. But I won't. Does that mean I doubt that our 'relationship' will last? Who knows? Only time will tell.

"I should get dressed, we have to go soon."

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My phone goes off several times on the drive over to the airport. First Linda, Jack and Lou, wishing me a safe flight. Then my parents confirming the times. I notice Harry's eyes dart over with every single chime, he's serious and I know its hitting him now. Finally, I see more of a reaction than last night.

"You can just drop me off, you don't have to go in and get caught up in all that."

"Nonsense," his face warms up. "If I want to walk my girl all the way up to the gate then I will. Besides, I already took care of things."

Admiring his olive beanie and black sweater matching my dark attire, Harry insisted in giving me one of his beanies as another goodbye present, so I have that sitting on my head as well. He aligns the car where three of his security guards await. Choosing to hold on to my luggage, Harry also grabs my hand and we walk in escorted. I look back to see one of them drive off in his car before we make it all the way inside.

Heads are perking up, the guards give me a sense of paranoia even when there is nothing to fear. The fans are the least of my worries as I have gotten over that bridge, even still you can never let your guard down. We wait in the baggage checkin line with my eyes scanning all four corners.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks and drapes his arms around my shoulders.

"A little nervous and shaky. Sadness setting in."

"So here's the plan. You're going to call me before your connecting flight and when you get home. Annnd any other time you feel like, doesn't matter the hour," he instructs, laying a kiss on my forehead.

"But I don't want to wake you or interrupt you at work," my eyes turn glossy.

"Nuh-uh. What did I just say? You're not paying attention."

My brows shoot up with his stern yet playful rebuke. I nod and pay closer 'attention'.

"Yes, Harry."

"Much better. So while you're waiting to take off, I want you to text me your home address. But I'll be waiting with you in the meantime. Okay, love?"

My head nods while it rests on his chest. After we send my baggage, we maze our way through security protocol. Harry speaks privately with one of the airport's surveillance officers, and I watch as she nods and talks into her walkie talkie.

There are few young girls scattered around, but they seem too shy to go up to Harry, so they just stand there paralyzed. Like how I was when I finally met Paul McCartney, I know that feeling all too well. Harry still waves at them as we pass. Its like a game of shooting ducks, only the targets are perfectly still.

At a distance you can see a group behind us, older girls have gathered and are following us inside the terminals. There's about eight or so. I just smile at them, it doesn't faze Harry but I wonder how the conditions will change once he leaves. We spot a Starbucks and its as if we're reading each other's minds, heading straight for it.

The guards seem less intimidating now, creating an imaginary line of protection for Harry and I. I used to think it was an unnecessary show, but if we were ever to get through this building and enjoy a normal cup of coffee, it wouldn't have been entirely possible with out them. Granted there are a few that they let sneak through, the tamed quiet ones.

Twin girls, about five years of age, come up to Harry and ask if they can take a picture. They look adorable with matching pigtails and colorful skirts. I see the mom standing a little far off while she entrusts her phone with her children. Harry takes it and aims it high enough to get him and the twins in the shot. I reach out my hand to offer a better one, so he gets out of his seat to kneel in between them. I take a few and admire as he carry's on in a casual chat with the sisters. He's going to be an amazing dad some day.

It's minutes before boarding time. Why is time going by so much faster now? About to step out of the coffee shop, Harry get's a call and whispers that it's Cal. I continue to lead the way as he talks on his phone, not expecting the group of girls to be waiting right there. I don't know what to tell them. Harry holds his cell against his chest and whispers something into Preston's ear, then he waves at the fans before grabbing my hand to continue.

Finding a quiet and unoccupied corner facing the window, we settle there while the flight attendants start making their announcements over the speakers. Harry hangs up and leans in to rest his head on my shoulder. Grabbing both of my hands on his lap, I can't help get that numbing feeling in my heart again.

“You know I had a nightmare, that you were sitting in the plane with another woman,” I say calmy . . .now.

“Whaaat?” he chuckles. “I usually get crazy dreams before a big event.”

“What did you tell Preston back there?”

“Just to tell the fans that I would come back to say hello if they waited there until I could see you off.”

“Oh. . . you know, you lied.”

Harry sits up abdruptly, scowling in a panic, “Lied? What about?”

“You said the worse part was over. But this is harder,” my lips pout.

“Juuude,” Harry's face relaxes and he pulls me to his chest.

“I love you. . . it sounds crazy doesn't it? Its only been a little over a week.”

“It feels like more,I know. . .I have to ask again, are you sure about this? Do you really want to give this whole long distance thing a shot?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Absolutely.”

The line is almost gone, all of the passengers have boarded. I unwillingly stand up and Harry is right behind me, carrying my small travel bag. Handing the ticket to the stewardist, she tells me to enjoy the business class and then I walk around her to give Harry one final hug goodbye.

“Business class, Harry?”

“Whaat? It pays to have extra pocket change . . .get it?”

A weak laugh slips through my lips, “You need to work on those jokes while I'm gone.”

“You look like a business woman and I figured you'd be more comfortable sleeping in a bigger chair.”

“Thank you. Okay! So I'll call you in about 10 hours or so, right?”

“I'm sure you'll have Wi Fi in that section, you won't have to wait that long.”

“Right,” I smack my lips.

Harry helps place the strap to my travel bag over my shoulder and squeezes my arm. Our eyes hold back so much but I push the emotions aside and keep strong for these last minutes. The knot is forming in my throat along with the sinking in my chest. Crashing against each other, Harry's arms grip me tight as his face presses against mine. Hidden from the people surrounding us, I breathe him in one more time.

“My bed will be empty without you,” he whispers. Oh this hurts too much.

“We'll keep texting once I sit inside. And I'll call you the minute I can,” I say desperately.

Our foreheads touch and I hear the flight attendant timidly interrupt.

“Miss. . . miss I'm sorry but we have to close the gate now.”

I nod but I swear Harry's trying to hypnotize me to stay by the eagerness in his eyes. And I would right now. All logic and reason would leave on that plane and I'd be the happiest girl in the world. But he breaks away knowing I have to go.

He whispers, “I love you more.”

Instead of that fervent goodbye kiss you see at the end of the movie, he plants an innocent and soft kiss on my lips. Harry's smile is weak as he wipes the corner of his eye so casualy but the first sniff gives him away. Because I love him so much, I know I'll see him again soon.

Notes

I can't believe it took 25 chapters to cover all that and it didn't even amount to two weeks. Whew!

There is drama brewing though, but seeing how this is a Harry/1D fanfic, do I have permission to bring this male outsider into the picture?

And . . . would you be patient enough to wait with Jude, till she sees Harry again, no matter how long it takes?

I want to give a S/O to isobelrosaa_ , justyles , Amber Night , harrysprincesss , and of course Rihanna . ALL AMAZING GIRLS WITH EXTRAORDINARY WRITING TALENTS!!! I also want to thank FANatic for her most generous review. I would highly recommend her if you want an extensive and brutaly honest opinion of your work.

Now . . . I'm going to dive into some stories I have been dying to review. Gotta share some LOVE for my sister writers. Feel free to share with me any story you'd like me to read as well.

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