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Fool's Gold

Chapter 75

I lay in bed with my arm behind my head, slightly propped up on the pillows. Enola stood at the end of the bed wrapped in a towel. Her long, blonde hair was soaked and pulled over her shoulder. I watched her closely as she examined each shirt she picked up from her bag. She was supposed to go back to LA after the show tonight. She would be getting back about midnight her time. I didn't want her to go. I would miss seeing her bright eyes and excited smile as she watched a recording session. I would miss waking up beside her. I would miss her big, blue eyes being the last thing I saw before I went to sleep and the first thing I saw when I woke. I would long for her kiss when I crawled into bed at night. I would wish she was there to have a proper cuddle with at three in the morning. Who was I going to speak to about how stressed I was or tired? I frowned when I thought of the way she would comb her fingers through my hair as I laid on her chest. I didn't want that to end. I wanted her to stay so much.
I thought for a moment about asking her not to go back again, to just stay with me on tour or sending her to my mum. If she stayed with my mum and step-dad for a while, Charles wouldn't be able to hurt her. I don't even think that he could find her that way. Maybe I could get her to stay with Gemma. Buy them a large apartment; let them be roommates until I could get home. They got on well. Enola and my sister could be roommates. I sighed heavily; Enola would never agree. She wanted to solve this on her own. She wanted to tell Charles to his face that she was leaving. She wanted to tell him she didn't love him.
I shuddered; didn't even want to begin to contemplate what she would go through arriving home. What would Charles say to her? Do to her? Would he berate her for being gone so long? Would he criticize all of the photos she'd taken, the landscapes she'd drawn? Would he smell me on her? Would he see the paths that my fingers made on her skin? Would he see that her smile was different? How would she act around him? Would she become brave suddenly and tell him to fuck off? Would she leave the moment she got back? What would happen to us with her being home? There was too much that could go wrong. But there was also so much that could go right. She could get that lawyer she'd been doing search after search for. My breath caught in my chest when I realized that it could be just a few weeks until I was allowed to shout it from the rooftops that I loved her. A time when we could walk out on the street hand in hand. Soon there would be a time when I could kiss her in front of whomever I wanted. A time when we didn't have to hide.
"What's with the furrowed brow, baby?" Enola asked softly as she lifted yet another shirt from her bag. She smirked when she noticed it was mine and threw it onto the bed. She had been sorting out our clothes. Separating them. I didn't like it.
"Can't you do that later? Come get back in bed." I replied with a bit of a whiney voice.
Enola shook her head, "No. You've got a show tonight." I huffed and sat up. She didn't look at me. She kept on sorting. She smiled a little more when she pulled a flannel shirt from her bag. It was my shirt but she'd been wearing it more than I had been.
"Take it with you." I stated calmly. Enola dropped her arms and stared at me blankly. I chuckled, "I'm serious." Enola still looked at me like I was insane. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Is that a good idea? Me taking your shirt home? Wearing it while I sleep next to him?" She almost sounded mad at me.
A crooked smirk was then plastered on my face, "It would be fuckin' hilarious, wouldn't it?" Enola glared at me for a moment then went back to sorting through our clothes. "Noli, come on. I was joking." I pleaded quietly. She didn't acknowledge me at all. I quickly got on my knees in front of her, grabbing her wrists. "Enola, I was kidding." She looked into my eyes with a sadness that I hated seeing. "I didn't mean it. I was just being a smart ass."
"It's not funny." Her lip quivered like she was going to cry. I pressed my forehead to hers and cradled her face in my hands gently. Enola gripped my forearms tightly as she took deep breaths. She was struggling not to cry. "I wasn't going to cry today. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry today." She whispered to me.
"Everything is going to be fine, baby." I assured her. She nodded quickly. "I mean it. It will all be okay." I kept my voice firm and confident. She needed to believe me. As much as I worried about what she would be going back to, I needed to be her rock, her safest place to hide. I kissed her softly and slowly. "Please come back to bed. I promise I will help you sort all of the bags. Just lie with me for a while longer." I begged her.
"Help me sort the bags now. Then we can get in bed for the rest of the morning." She smiled weakly at me.
"A compromise I can work with." I beamed at her. I slid off the bed so I was standing next to Enola. I picked up another suitcase and threw it onto the bed. I was going to speed sort through our clothes. I wanted as much time with her, just looking at her, feeling her soft, porcelain skin as I could get. There was no way I wasn't going to snuggle her or keep my hands off of her while we were waiting for show time either. My girl was going to be gone in a few hours’ time. I wanted every last moment I could get.


I tapped my foot impatiently. The guys were taking too long. I wanted to get back to Enola. Sound check was pretty much done and I needed to get back to Enola. I could see her standing off to the side. An eager glint in her eye as she watched me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted the kisses that I had promised her before sound check. Louis and Liam were bickering about an arrangement. I smirked a little when I thought of something clever. I motioned Enola over without the boys noticing. I snuck over to the side of the stage as Enola walked over quickly. I laid down on my stomach, hanging off the side of the stage. I beckoned her even closer. Her sapphire eyes were glowing as I grinned at her. She stood on her toes, bringing her face even closer to mine.
"I love you." I whispered before devouring her lips with my own. My kiss was powerful and demanding. Enola twined her fingers in my hair after only a moment. I wrapped one arm around her, lifting her slightly. She moaned softly into my mouth when my tongue slipped against hers. I pulled back and gazed into her eyes, searching for what she was feeling. I smirked and meshed my mouth to hers again when I saw the desire hidden in her blue eyes. Enola tugged my curls gently as she tried to get closer to me. A shiver traveled down my spine when she moaned my name softly. How did I have this effect on her? I was just kissing her. How could she be so enamored that just my kiss sent her into the downward spiral of pleasure? I didn't care. She did the same thing to me. My body was heating from the inside out. When were the boys going to call it quits? "I love you, Noli." I whispered into the kiss once more. Enola tried to get closer to me yet again. I was about to fall off the stage we were so desperate to be intertwined.
"HARRY!" Louis shouted from behind us. Enola backed out of the kiss with a breathless giggle. I winked at her then looked back at Louis.
"What do you want?" I asked with a hint of attitude.
"You to get your ass up here that's what." Louis snapped at me.
I shook my head, "I think it's better if I stay right here." I motioned to where I was lying on the stage. What no one else, not even Enola saw, was the way I had grown within the confines of my jeans. I had gotten myself a little too excited while kissing Enola.
"Harry get off the floor. We're almost done." Liam sounded slightly annoyed with me. I turned to Enola and smirked even as I felt my cheeks turn red. I stood from the floor. Enola pulled her bottom lip between her teeth when she saw the bulge in my jeans. I tried adjusting my jeans to possibly hide it but it was no use. I returned to the boys with an embarrassed smile. "OH good lord, Harry." Liam was now grossed out. I shrugged and acted like the obvious sign of affection didn't bother me. I cleared my throat and tried to focus on the conversation of arrangements, but all I could think about was Enola.


I jumped off the stage without a second thought once the sound check was finished. Enola giggled like a girl much younger when I took her hand in my own.
"Come on. Let's get outta here." I murmured to her. She nodded. "Guys, we're going to go for a walk!" I hollered at everyone left in the room. Dale tried to take a step toward Enola and I. "Not really a walk you want to go with. We're staying in the building. It's fine." I smiled nervously at him. Dale smirked knowingly and shook his head. Enola tugged my hand gently. She wanted out of the crowded area as much as I did. We walked slightly faster than normal.
"Oh just book it! We all know what you're going to do anyway!" Zayn shouted at Enola and I. We slowed our pace and I flipped Zayn off. Enola leaned against me and wrapped her perfect pale fingers around my forearm. She rested her head on my shoulder as we went back toward the dressing room. I kissed the top of her head gently. I heard the boys mutter something about 'maybe not' when Enola and I reached the entrance of the corridor. I led her into my private dressing room.


Enola laid on my chest out of breath with her eyes closed. I ran my fingers up and down her spine as slowly and lightly as I could. It was one of her favorite things after making love.
"Noli?" I whispered, kissing her hair.
"Yeah?" She still sounded as though she was panting. I looked down at her only to see tears falling down her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, baby?" I was concerned. She'd been so happy before we came into the dressing room and she was definitely enjoying herself just a few moments before. Enola shook her head quickly. "Don't do that. Just tell me." I pleaded.
"I'm just going to miss you. These moments. They may seem so boring or unimportant to other people but I love just lying in your arms. I feel...I'm not sure of how to put into words but I never wanna leave this moment." She replied quietly. I wrapped my arms around her tightly to comfort her. "These are the moments that I am going to be thinking of when I'm in bed at night. When I don't want to turn over in the bed." I frowned deeply at the statement.
"Stay then. Stay with me." I whispered.
Enola started to cry harder, "I can't. We both know that I can't. I have to go back and end things there the right way." My stomach pitted. She was right. She needed to get her mother settled in a new place, get her art into a studio that wasn't owned by Charles and get her divorce rolling. She couldn't do all of that if she stayed on tour with me. I had to let her get on the plane.

Notes

Hello loves! :)
First things first holy shit, Love You Goodbye. I really feel like every song is better than the last. I love Love You Goodbye. As much as I hate it KEEP THIS SONG IN MIND AS WE CONTINUE.
Secondly, this is going to be my last post for a little while. I need to start on the next part of this story. Obvi, Enola is going home. It might take me some time to get this part of her life structured for your reading pleasure. Feel free to leave comments on what you think is going to happen! I like hearing the predictions.

And shout out to @1Dmumblings for helping me unstick my writer's block. While you're waiting for me to write some new chapters go read her stories. They are amazing. I love her Niall ones. :)

Peace&Love

Comments

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God, this must be one of my favourite stories ever! Thank you for putting so much hard work in to write it :)

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