"She won't answer her phone." I heard Harry say. He sounded panicked, but I still couldn't see him. Finally I spotted Paul. The boys were standing next to him in some sort of a huddle as he stood guard. Then, I saw the curls appear from within the center of the huddle. Harry was pacing back and froth with his phone pressed anxiously to his face as the paps surrounded him.

"Calm down curly! She'll be here!" Louis said trying to soothe his friend. I tired to move through, but the paps were packed so tightly they would't budge. Luckily, Louis noticed me sturggling. He left Harry's side causing Harry to look in the direction he was going. Louis tried to rush over, Niall following close behind.

"Hey! Let her through!" Niall's voice rang through the airport causing Harry to finally lock eyes with me. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but his lips began to move, mouthing something. I am the worst at reading lips.

"Can't you see she's Ally Striker! Come here love," Louis said, reaching me and grasping on to my hand, "Harold!" Before I knew it Harry was running, shoving his way through the paparazzi as fast as he could. I don't think he realized how fast he was going because as soon as he passed through the last camera man in his path he stumbled forward and crashed into me. He was able to turn us around, so his back took the brunt of the fall on the carpeted airport floor. I smiled down at him as my wet hair left droplets around us. With one hand, Harry pulled my face to his, losing me in a gentle kiss. The people around us erupted in a chorus of 'aw's and I could hear numerous clicks indicating our picture was being taken. I didn't care though. This would be the last time I would feel Harry's lips on mine in a long time. When harry pulled away he studied me carefully.

"You're soaking wet," he observed while lifting us to our feet, "And your hair looks straight." So that's what it looks like today. Stupid bipolar hair.

"It was rainging when I drove here," I explained, "You can't keep me out so late Styles. I need my beauty sleep!"

"You're always beautiful." Harry told me with a chuckle. I tried to mentally store his laugh in my mind. I wanted to hear it all of the time while he was gone. Harry took off the Jack Wills sweatshirt he was wearing and draped it around my shoulders. From his side I noticed the boys getting ready to leave. At that moment my heart broke. I try to hide my feelings, but after seven months, Harry can read me like a book. I felt his hand slip in to mine as they all grabbed their things. I said goodbye to them one by one before turning to Harry. I wanted to cry. I wanted him to stay, but that would be selfish. Without realizing it, a small tear trickled down my cheek. This is so strange. Harry and I have been apart before, and certainly longer than this. This time was different though. After we met for the first time he was gone for seven months before I saw him again. I guess because he was finally mine...

"Don't forget about me," I said, trying to avoid eye contact with his green eyes.

"That's impossible," Harry assured me with a kiss to the top of my head, "We've been away for longer, remember silly! Still, I'm going tp miss you more than you can even imagine."

With a simple brush of his thumb, Harry wiped my tears. In the distance I saw Louis waving Harry over. He saw too and we both knew he had to go. Before leaving, Harry wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. The kiss lingered until Harry's hands parted from mine. The next thing I knew, Harry was waving at me from the gate. Then, he was gone.

Notes

Sorry these last updates have been short. My birthday was yesterday and I didn't have time to post last night. I'll try to update after work today!
-Carlie