Four months earlier.

Each time Harry placed a shirt or a pair of jeans into his suitcase, I removed them and placed them neatly on the bed next to me. He would ignore the gesture, going back to his closet to fish out more clothes that he’d fold and place in suitcase, grabbing what I had just discarded and putting it back into his suitcase. He looked up at me sternly even though there was a smirk tugging the corner his pink lips. I smiled innocently at him and repeated my gesture on removing his clothes from his suitcase.

I didn’t want him to leave and he knew it because frankly, he didn’t want to leave either.

“You know,” He began, taking his shirt from my hand. “You’re only making this whole packing thing longer.” He frowned as I hid his shirt behind my back, shrugging at him.

“I don’t get you.”

Harry placed his hands flat on the bed, trapping me. His gaze was trained solely on me as he towered over me, kicking his suitcase away from his feet. I pushed his curls away from his face, my thumb brushing his bottom lip. It was so soft, so pink – I could never get enough of it.

“You know I don’t want to go.” He whispered, brushing his nose against mine. He had his eyes closed as if it was painful for him to say it. It was painful for him to leave, for him to see me sad over his departure. “I wished I could stay.”

I let my playful smile fall, my eyebrows creased. “But you just got back.” My voice was weak and pathetic even to my ears. I hated myself for being so weak, for always wanting to have him near me.

“Please let me finish packing.” He almost begged and I let out a long sigh. “I wanted to spend the last few hours with you so please?” His voice was so soft; I found myself nodding and pulled him forward to plant a kiss on his lips before I let him continue packing.

By the time he was done packing and left to get showered, I sat on his suitcase. When he walked out of his bathroom, he breathed out a laugh. “God, you really don’t want me to leave, don’t you?” He leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head at me. Even though I was trying to be playful, sadness fell across his feature as he looked around the room. “I wish, baby. I wish.”

I knew I had no right to stop him from leaving but I did come up with a list on how to make him stay. I could pretend to be sick and I was pretty certain he would beg the management to not leave today but that would be selfish of me to do so. He loved his job just as much as he loved me and I had to accept that. No matter how many times he had left me to travel around the world, I still couldn’t help but to have doubts in him, in us.

What if someday he found someone better and he would ditch me? What if the fame swept him away from me? What if someday he would grow tired of me? What if I wasn’t enough for him? What if someday he decided that he didn’t love me anymore?

“It’s not going to happen,” He suddenly said, breaking my train of thoughts. I was wondering how he knew what I was thinking. Smiling, he shook his head and pointed at me. “Whatever bad scenario you’ve created in your head, where I would leave you high and dry.. It won’t happen that way.”

Frowning, I titled my head at him. “I thought you said you couldn’t read minds.”

Laughing, he strolled over his closet to take out a fresh cleaned white t-shirt. “I can’t.. I just knew how you think is all.” Peeking back at me, he added, “You think you’re not enough for me. You think I’ll see all the hot tail in front of me and I’ll dive into it without a moment’s hesitation. You think I’ll cheat.. Because I won’t be around,you won’t be around. But Sky, that won’t happen.”

I chewed my inner cheeks, trying to stop myself from crying. I didn’t want to cry, not right now, not in front of him and especially not when he was about to leave. I wanted our last hours together to be happy so I could remember it until he came back.

Moments later, it seemed, we were there at the airport. Harry pulled into a parking stall next to Liam and shut the car off. We sat for a moment in silence while Liam opened his door beside us. He rapped on our window, a wide smile on his face. He was always excited for the tour, always looking forward to it.

As I looked back at the mass of people at the very edge of the parking lot, Harry twisted the keys out of the ignition and handed them to me. I blinked as I took them. “Take care of her for me, okay?” His deep green eyes seemed reluctant to let the keys go as my fingers curled over them.

My eyes widened. “You’re giving me your car?”

Slightly frowning, Harry shook his head. “Borrow it. I’ll want her back,” He chuckled and I smiled a little, my fingers tightening on the keys. He really was leaving and there was no way I could stop him now. As if he had just read my mind, he pulled my head towards him and rested it on his shoulder. Sighing, he said. “I wished I could bring you with me. I want you, baby. I want you on my skin. I need to feel you there – all the time.”

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice to say something coherent.

As much as we wanted to stay in the car, it was time for Harry to leave. Grabbing his guitar case from the back seat, Harry handed it over to Paul. He had been learning to play guitar and every now and then he would send a rendition of him covering a few songs that I loved. Once he retrieved his duffel bag from the trunk, he grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards his band mates.

“How are you doing, Sky?” Liam asked, looking up from his cellphone as we walked over him. His eyes flashed with excitement as he talked, his smile was wider than usual.

“I’m okay,” I answered. I couldn’t say I was good, for everyone knew I wasn’t good in saying goodbyes – I hated it. Especially when it came to my boyfriend. “Excited?”

“Very.”

We talked for a moment until Paul announced that they were supposed to leave. Harry squatted down to meet my eyes, his lips pursed. I exhaled a calming breath and looped my arms around his neck. “I’m going to miss you.” Leaning in, I kissed him. “Don’t forget me.”

Languidly kissing me back, he murmured. “I’m not planning to.” He slid his tongue into my mouth but I smacked his shoulder on the principle. He chuckled, pulling my body into his and I melted, letting his passion seep into me. My hands tangling into his wonderfully luscious hair, I lost myself in the moment, in his body. Just as our kiss was intensifying, and I started hoping that he would drop everything and stay with me, Harry’s shoulder was tapped on.

“Uh, it’s time to go.”

We broke apart and glanced over at Zayn. His girlfriend was attached to his side, slight tears in her eyes as she clung to him. Behind him, Liam was quietly saying goodbye over the cellphone.

Harry nodded as Zayn reached down and picked up Harry’s duffel bag for him, giving us a few extra moments. Straightening, Zayn gave me a swift goodbye hug then he left. I jerked my head back to Harry, he swallowed and brought his eyes back to mine. Cupping my cheeks, he looked over my face, memorizing me. “This isn’t goodbye, okay. There are no goodbyes – not between us.” Whispering intensely, he lowered his forehead to rest it against mine. The scent of him overwhelmed me and I inhaled it, savoring it. Tears were already stinging my eyes as he continued.

“This tour is just me being gone for another show.. A longer one. But when it’s over, I’m coming home to you, to slip into your warm, inviting bed, like I always do.” I nodded, not having any words. He swallowed again and closed his eyes. “I’ll still be with you every night, Sky. Every night no matter where I am, I’m crawling into bed with you. Our bed will be a lot bigger, miles wide, but it will still just be me and you inside it.. Okay?”

I nodded again and he whispered. “This doesn’t have to change anything, if we don’t let it. So let’s not let it, all right?” He choked out and I bit my bottom lip, avoiding myself from breaking down. I trusted him with all my heart and I knew he would always stay true to his words.

Pulling away from me, his own eyes moist, he searched my face again. “Are you okay?”

I could already felt the weight of his absence crushing down on me I choked on a sob. Hating myself, but not able to stop the words from forming, I shook my head. “No, I’m not okay. I want you to drop everything and stay with me. Stay. I don’t want this, I don’t want you leaving, and I don’t want to share you with the public. You’re mine, not theirs.”

Harry only nodded his head, his lips twisted into a smile.

I hated that my feelings were coming out this way. I didn’t really want to feel like this, I just didn’t want to see him go. I loved him too much.

He kissed me twice, then pulled back and held my gaze. “I love you baby.. So much.” Shaking his head, his eyes moistened again. “I’m going to miss you every second.”

I nodded and swallowed, trying to reign in my explosive feelings. I felt like I was going to break down any second and I didn’t want our last moment to be that way. I didn’t want him to see my grief, I didn’t want to drown him in tears. Closing my eyes, I breathed out. “I love you too, Harry.”

The sadness threatened to drive me over the edge again but he smiled. “I’ll be back.” It was the way he said that made me believe him – that few months from now, we’d embrace, we’d showered each other with affections. I would have him to myself again and I could keep him with me. “For you.”

Both of us feeling better, we kissed again for a few long seconds. Paul was waiting patiently for us to break apart, and when he caught my gaze, he smiled softly at me. “Alright, Sky?”

I nodded. “Alright, Paul. Take a good care of Harry for me, yeah? If he so much as look at other girls, kick his balls.” I joked, wanting to lighten up the situation.

“Hey!” Harry looked at me, his eyes widening. “I won’t be able to pleasure you if he kicks my ball.”

My cheeks immediately turned into a bright shade of pink. I shoved his shoulders away from, shaking my head at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“God, you’re so adorable.” He said, kissing my lips.

That was it – as much as I hated saying it but that was our last kiss. Swallowing, he nodded his head at me and took a step back. Our hands trailed across each other’s arms and it took every amount of will power I had to not grab his fingertips, as our hands broke apart.

I didn’t want to but a sob came out of me when his skin left mine. Even though he’d promised that he’d be back, it almost felt like things were irrevocably shifting. I wasn’t sure where we’d end up next month and the unknown is a terrifying thing.

I watched as his plane left the terminal, quietly wishing that I were in there with him and that I would survive. But I had a job here and I wasn’t planning to drop it either – not that I wouldn’t if Harry wanted me to come with him. Retreating back to Harry’s car, I sat on the driver seat, relishing the leather seat. The car suited him, and I loved it. Closing my eyes, I could imagine his long fingers curled around the steering wheel, one of his hands was placed on the gear stick.

Just as I was about to pull out of the parking lot, my cellphone started ringing.

“Are you alright, Sky?”

I smiled at the familiarity of the voice. “I’m great, Daisy.”

“Your boyfriend gave me instructions that I wasn’t allowed to let you mope after he left.. So stop picturing all of the bad things you’re picturing and smile, so I can tell him that I did my job.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. That curly headed git seriously had just told my best friend on how to handle me. “Tell him you’ve done a pretty good job at it, D.”

*

I would be lying if I said time didn’t slow down whenever Harry was away because it did. If it was possible I thought the time was mocking me for not having anything else to do, for having to spend the rest of the day typing emails for my boss, Landon. “Ritts’ Modeling Agency,” I repeated the mantra, cradling the phone between my chin and shoulder. “Skylar speaking, may I help you?”

“You know,” the husky, raspy voice answered through the phone and I found myself immediately stopping whatever I was doing and smiled, “You sound so professional it makes you sound rather sexy.”

Rolling my eyes, I could hear him smiling, his dimples indenting both sides of his cheeks. His full, straight teeth made an appearance also. “Sod off, Harry. You’re going to get me fired someday.” But that wouldn’t happen, for I had my own private line.

“Not true,” He pointed out. “They couldn’t listen to us.” That was true, Landon couldn’t listen to their conversation. “Anyway, how’s my baby doing?”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “I miss you.”

Harry on the other line let out a long, heavy sigh too. “I know. I wished you’re here.” From his voice I could hear how tired he was. I could picture him sitting on the edge of his bed; his elbows were rested on his thighs as he rubbed his temple. “I can fly you out to meet me.”

“The fashion show starts next week, I can’t.” I sighed.

He was silent for a moment and I was afraid that he might have fallen asleep. I wasn’t ready to end the call just yet. “Alright.” His voice was monotone and I somehow wished he would show some emotions through it, for I could not see his face.

I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes. I felt bad that I couldn’t see him on his tour, for I was busy with my job too. It was consuming most of my time. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I understand.” Harry was quick to reply. “I need to sleep.” He had never told me he wanted to sleep, he was always the one not wanting to end the call and today I frowned as he wanted to end the call so fast – it wasn’t enough. I missed his voice, I wanted to hear them, and I wanted him to talk to me all the time.

“Oh.”

“Good night, Sky. I love you.”

Sighing, I replied. “I love you too.”

Each time those three words escaped my lips, I found myself falling more and more. It wasn’t good for me, for I was afraid of heights. I hated falling; I hated knowing that my heart belonged fully to him and that he got a strong grip of it. He could do anything with my heart, even. And most importantly, I hated how the doubt was back, constantly haunting me. He was miles apart, and I couldn’t see him. The time zone and distance killed us – it killed me.

“Even after all this time..” He said slowly. “The sun never says to the Earth, ‘You owe me’.” His smile shone luminously, he licked his lips and continued. “And look at what happens to a love like that.” He leaned in and kissed my nose. “It lights up the whole damn sky.”

He was the one for me – I knew it. It took some time for me to realize it but when he was being persistent and when he wasn’t giving up on me, I knew. He was the missing piece that I had been searching.

“We’ll never fall apart because we fit together right. Sky, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easy, sweetheart. You and I, we had been searching for demons whose play well with each other. I could say that you’re it.”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and finger combed my hair. I was going to survive; we were going to survive this little bump because I loved him and he loved me too.

When two souls fell in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard or a smile seen. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time and distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.

And I, Skylar Spencer couldn’t be any more certain that Harry Styles was my soul mate.

Even if I wasn’t his.

Notes

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