Over Again
Chapter 37
Chapter thirty-seven
I was standing in the airport, barely holding it all together. The last week and a bit with the lads had flown by, and now that was exactly what I had to do; fly away. I’d said goodbye to everyone early this morning so that it could be just Harry and I at the airport. His mood was dismal and sombre, probably very close to my own. Neither of us had really spoken on the drive here, and now that the time was approaching for Harry to leave me, there were a million things I wished I’d said. I looked over my shoulder at the do-not-cross line; the line that would divide me from Harry for a whole two months. That was unfathomable. Falling asleep without him next to me was hard, let alone not seeing his face, kissing his lips, or feeling his chest fall and rise beneath me everyday which was going to be unbearable.
“Now boarding flight 101 to Heathrow,” a male voice echoed over the intercom system. I looked up to Harry’s face, his gaze glued on me.
“I guess that’s me,” I tried to smiled weakly. He didn’t smile back, the corner of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to, but his expression was as unmoving as stone.
“I guess it is,” he sighed, pulling me closer to him by the hem of my shirt, which was really his shirt.
Plane Outfit by authorsdescriptions featuring H&M
I wanted to feel close to him, even though we were thousands of miles away from one another, and so I was wearing his favourite Ramones vest under his Teenage Runaways sweater; I already knew they wouldn’t be enough to squelch my longing for him. I already missed him more than I could endure and he was standing right in front of me with his lips just mere inches from mine. A lump was building in my throat and when I tried to speak it ached beyond belief. I was going to try and reassure him, say that we’d facetime daily and text non-stop, but those words never came.
“I don’t know what I’ll do without you!” I threw my arms around his neck, and he immediately enveloped me into his, pulling me impossibly close and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he said and his voice sounded unsteady. We were both so emotional, even though we realised that the time apart really wasn’t so very long; however time is a man-made concept, and two months without Harry would feel like a thousand years without the sun. He pulled back, his hands grasping at either side of my face.
“I love you,” he said, so solemnly, that more tears threatened to pour out.
“I love you, too,” I blubbered back.
“And I’ll see you so soon, you won’t even have a chance to miss me.”
“I don’t know about that,” I muttered and he kissed my forehead.
“If I get even two consecutive days off,” he breathed, “I will come to you.”
I smiled at that, knowing in my soul that he would keep that promise.
“I love you so much,” I repeated, pressing my lips to his with an insatiable hunger for him. I committed this kiss to memory, storing it for the weeks ahead of me like a movie to a hard drive. I focused on the way his lips were both giving yet greedy against mine; soft and moulding, yet hard and fierce; the way his tongue was darting, yet caressing. I revelled in the texture of his curls, the way they slid through my fingers as I dragged him closer to me. I trailed my hands down the muscles of his back, remembering the feel of them protectively curling around me, enveloping me in a safe embrace. And last but not least, I committed to memory the way his hands touched me; the way they were everywhere at once, yet were never enough; the way he would cup my cheek, stroke my collar bones; the way he spread them at the small of my back, thumbs grinding into my hip bones, his fingers enlacing each other at the base of my spine. I wasn’t ready to leave all this behind.
“If I don’t let you go now,” Harry sighed, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”
I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, my favourite part of him. This moment was so difficult, there were only two ways of handling it: emotionally break apart right now like we were in a melodramatic ROM-COM, or keep it together and make that last of our final moment together. I decided on the latter.
I broke our embrace, slung my bag over my shoulder and made my best attempt at a smile.
“I’ll see you soon,” I told him as convincingly as I could. He obviously saw through it and kissed my forehead knowingly.
“See you soon,” he whispered before a moment passed and then he laughed lightly to himself.
“What?” I asked in confusion. He shook his head, genuinely smiling for the first time this morning.
“You’ll see me a lot sooner than you realize,” he chuckled. I looked up at him, still confused, but he shook his head and I dismissed it. I kissed him once more and then started walking past the queue of people.
“Sarah!” I heard him call out over the rumblings of the crowd. I stood on my tiptoes, looking over the people to find his perfect face. “I love you!” He yelled out and everyone turned to look at him. I smile stretched across my face, touching all my features.
“I love you, too!” I yelled back, seeing his beautiful grin disappear into the crowd before finally making my way around the corner, where I couldn’t catch another sight of him again.
Within no time at all I was seated on the plane. Harry had insisted on first class tickets, and so I was sitting comfortably, wrapped in his sweater that still smelled of him. I wondered how much longer until the plane eventually took off and I looked down at my phone to see what the time was. Ten thirty; we would be departing soon. As I placed my phone in my lap, I focused on my phone case.
harry styles collage iPhone 4/4s 5/5s/5c & iPod 4/5 Case (see more iphone cover cases)
Seeing a collage of my perfect boyfriend, I laughed to myself at Harry’s words earlier: “You’ll see me sooner than you realize.” He’d obviously seen my phone case. As I allowed myself to laugh, my emotions were released as if a floodgate had been holding them back. My laughter quickly turned into tears and I struggled to contain them
“Please put on your seat belts as the signs have now indicated and prepare for take off, thank you,” the pilot said. As the jet engines began to squeal and the tires made their way up the tarmac, I allowed the first real sobs of the day to escape me as I watched the ground disappear from beneath us, taking with it the love of my life that was standing somewhere down below.
I was standing in the airport, barely holding it all together. The last week and a bit with the lads had flown by, and now that was exactly what I had to do; fly away. I’d said goodbye to everyone early this morning so that it could be just Harry and I at the airport. His mood was dismal and sombre, probably very close to my own. Neither of us had really spoken on the drive here, and now that the time was approaching for Harry to leave me, there were a million things I wished I’d said. I looked over my shoulder at the do-not-cross line; the line that would divide me from Harry for a whole two months. That was unfathomable. Falling asleep without him next to me was hard, let alone not seeing his face, kissing his lips, or feeling his chest fall and rise beneath me everyday which was going to be unbearable.
“Now boarding flight 101 to Heathrow,” a male voice echoed over the intercom system. I looked up to Harry’s face, his gaze glued on me.
“I guess that’s me,” I tried to smiled weakly. He didn’t smile back, the corner of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to, but his expression was as unmoving as stone.
“I guess it is,” he sighed, pulling me closer to him by the hem of my shirt, which was really his shirt.
Plane Outfit by authorsdescriptions featuring H&M
I wanted to feel close to him, even though we were thousands of miles away from one another, and so I was wearing his favourite Ramones vest under his Teenage Runaways sweater; I already knew they wouldn’t be enough to squelch my longing for him. I already missed him more than I could endure and he was standing right in front of me with his lips just mere inches from mine. A lump was building in my throat and when I tried to speak it ached beyond belief. I was going to try and reassure him, say that we’d facetime daily and text non-stop, but those words never came.
“I don’t know what I’ll do without you!” I threw my arms around his neck, and he immediately enveloped me into his, pulling me impossibly close and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he said and his voice sounded unsteady. We were both so emotional, even though we realised that the time apart really wasn’t so very long; however time is a man-made concept, and two months without Harry would feel like a thousand years without the sun. He pulled back, his hands grasping at either side of my face.
“I love you,” he said, so solemnly, that more tears threatened to pour out.
“I love you, too,” I blubbered back.
“And I’ll see you so soon, you won’t even have a chance to miss me.”
“I don’t know about that,” I muttered and he kissed my forehead.
“If I get even two consecutive days off,” he breathed, “I will come to you.”
I smiled at that, knowing in my soul that he would keep that promise.
“I love you so much,” I repeated, pressing my lips to his with an insatiable hunger for him. I committed this kiss to memory, storing it for the weeks ahead of me like a movie to a hard drive. I focused on the way his lips were both giving yet greedy against mine; soft and moulding, yet hard and fierce; the way his tongue was darting, yet caressing. I revelled in the texture of his curls, the way they slid through my fingers as I dragged him closer to me. I trailed my hands down the muscles of his back, remembering the feel of them protectively curling around me, enveloping me in a safe embrace. And last but not least, I committed to memory the way his hands touched me; the way they were everywhere at once, yet were never enough; the way he would cup my cheek, stroke my collar bones; the way he spread them at the small of my back, thumbs grinding into my hip bones, his fingers enlacing each other at the base of my spine. I wasn’t ready to leave all this behind.
“If I don’t let you go now,” Harry sighed, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”
I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, my favourite part of him. This moment was so difficult, there were only two ways of handling it: emotionally break apart right now like we were in a melodramatic ROM-COM, or keep it together and make that last of our final moment together. I decided on the latter.
I broke our embrace, slung my bag over my shoulder and made my best attempt at a smile.
“I’ll see you soon,” I told him as convincingly as I could. He obviously saw through it and kissed my forehead knowingly.
“See you soon,” he whispered before a moment passed and then he laughed lightly to himself.
“What?” I asked in confusion. He shook his head, genuinely smiling for the first time this morning.
“You’ll see me a lot sooner than you realize,” he chuckled. I looked up at him, still confused, but he shook his head and I dismissed it. I kissed him once more and then started walking past the queue of people.
“Sarah!” I heard him call out over the rumblings of the crowd. I stood on my tiptoes, looking over the people to find his perfect face. “I love you!” He yelled out and everyone turned to look at him. I smile stretched across my face, touching all my features.
“I love you, too!” I yelled back, seeing his beautiful grin disappear into the crowd before finally making my way around the corner, where I couldn’t catch another sight of him again.
Within no time at all I was seated on the plane. Harry had insisted on first class tickets, and so I was sitting comfortably, wrapped in his sweater that still smelled of him. I wondered how much longer until the plane eventually took off and I looked down at my phone to see what the time was. Ten thirty; we would be departing soon. As I placed my phone in my lap, I focused on my phone case.
harry styles collage iPhone 4/4s 5/5s/5c & iPod 4/5 Case (see more iphone cover cases)
Seeing a collage of my perfect boyfriend, I laughed to myself at Harry’s words earlier: “You’ll see me sooner than you realize.” He’d obviously seen my phone case. As I allowed myself to laugh, my emotions were released as if a floodgate had been holding them back. My laughter quickly turned into tears and I struggled to contain them
“Please put on your seat belts as the signs have now indicated and prepare for take off, thank you,” the pilot said. As the jet engines began to squeal and the tires made their way up the tarmac, I allowed the first real sobs of the day to escape me as I watched the ground disappear from beneath us, taking with it the love of my life that was standing somewhere down below.
Notes
So emotional :( please rate/comment/subscribe to let me know what you think! Again, sorry about the shortness of the chapter, the next one will be longer :)
Ah!! They're too adorable. Really, they are! And I just have this sneaking suspicion that a proposal is very near in their future. Maybe even at/ after his mom's wedding. I can't wait til the next chapter!! More please!!!
3/16/15