Someday

Seven.

Chapter 7.

Taissa's POV

The next few days pass by in a blur of laughing, cuddling, and talking for hours with Harry. I woke up in his arms the day after my mom bombarded us and I surprisingly felt content. Harry seems to ease away my stress and anxiety, replacing it with tranquility and comfort. Though I've only known him for two weeks, I know he's one of the best people I've ever had in my life.

I knew the time was passing us quickly and he'd have to leave for Portugal on Wednesday night. We haven't really talked about that in detail and me being me, I'm afraid to bring it up to him. I don't even know how long he'll be gone.

Or if he's even coming back at all.

The morning after I heard him confess how he was "falling for me", I didn't bring it up because I don't think I was supposed to hear.

I haven't heard from my mom since the night she showed up at my doorstep and slapped me. I'm pretty sure she flew back home and I definitely don't plan on contacting her any time soon.

Louis, of course, had a mouthful to say about her when I called him later and explained what happened. I believe his words were "That self-absorbed witch of a woman can't fuckin treat my best friend like that!"

I'm currently sitting in Harry's room, waiting for him to get back with our Chinese takeout. After wandering around his room and maybe snooping a little here and there, I hear him kick open the front door.

"Tai!"

"Yeah?" I yell from his room.

"It's fucking hard as shit to find chinese food in Paris, you know that?" he laughs and stumbles into his room, holding a plastic bag with a yellow smiley face on it.

I smirk, "Well good thing I sent you out then."

"You're lucky I like you," he smiles and hands me a box of fried rice.

It's been exactly 11 days since we met and we're both already head over heels, I could tell. I sit here smiling at him for a few seconds, watching as he shoves orange chicken in his mouth.

"Why are you staring at me?" he laughs, mouth full of chinese food.

I blush, "I donno. You're just cute."

He rolls his eyes playfully, "Tai, don't call me cute. I'm a man. I'm sexy." He throws his shoulders back and gives me 'the smolder'.

I laugh and slap his arm. "Yeah, okay Mr. Sexy."

He smiles back at me, staring deeply into my eyes. Why does he always do that? Is he reading my thoughts or something?

Our laughter dies down and a serious look takes over his face. "So..." he trails off, "We kind of have to talk."

Oh god no.

I nod and look away from his green gaze.

"I have to leave for Portugal in two days," he starts. My heart clenches. "And I don't know how long I'll be gone... It could be a week or it could be 6 weeks, it always depends on how lucky we get with the weather and conditions for shooting."

My hands start to shake, so I grab the comforter and hide my nervousness from him. I simply nod my head and try to smile. Fuck.

"But..." he trails off, a smile re-appearing on his face, "I want you to come with me."

My eyes shoot open and I stare at him. Is he serious?

He's grinning his famous boyish grin at me, dimple bigger than ever. Sometimes I just want to climb into it and live there.