The Only Exception | W2S

TWENTY(!).

Ladies and gentlemen, we made it. Welcome to THE chapter (maybe one of my favs I've ever written).

Inspired by the song 'Kiwi' by Harry Styles. Enjoy <3

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"Kon will be going insane if we don't head back soon," I say to Harry, as I wait for him to finish his cigarette in the surprisingly empty smoking area at Gatwick airport. 

Harry just shrugs. "Meh, he'll survive. I need this cigarette if I have to survive a busy flight for two hours."

"You've been on much longer flights, this will be a breeze," I reply, a slight smile on my face as I talk. 

"Yeah, on a private jet with friends, food and alcohol. Not screaming babies and people who are gonna want to take photos with me" he grumbles back. 

"Harry!" I chastise him lightly, swatting his arm. "You sound so entitled, it's crazy!"

He almost looks guilty. "Okay, fair, but -"

I shake my head. "No buts. Just think that we'll be in Rome in just over three hours, and it will be hotter, and we can enjoy Italian food, and the culture..." I list off, closing my eyes and just imagining. 

"Someone sounds excited," he teases, finally finishing his cigarette. 

"I am very excited. First time in Italy and I am planning on making it the best time ever," I declare, as he just surveys me with an amused look on his face, holding his arm out so I can leave first.

I smile back at him, before looking away and leaving. 

The last two weeks had been...challenging, for sure. Talking things over with George had lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders, and even if I was making a stupid choice by burying whatever feelings I may have felt towards Harry, it was for my own self preservation. 

It hurt my heart slightly, when I thought about it for too long. Harry seemed different, like George had tried to tell me, but remembering how I felt after Matthew outweighed it every time. No matter how lovely Harry was, or how kind, or how attractive...I couldn't go there. It would risk everything I'd rebuilt over the last year. 

"There you two are! The plane is fucking boarding," Kon yells, as we turn the corner back into his view.

"Told you," I murmured to Harry, before upping my pace to reach Kon again. 

"Sorry Kon,' I apologise, starting to follow him towards our gate. 

"Yeah, sorry Kon," Harry parroted, falling beside me, walking by my side, and just behind Kon. 

"You two are going to drive me crazy this weekend, I just know it," Kon says tiredly, although I could swear there's a limp grin on his face as he tells us off. 

"You wouldn't have me any other way, Konstantin," Harry says cheekily, but Kon just shakes his head and keeps on walking. 

"You're going to give that man premature grey hairs, Harry," I laugh, clutching onto my bag tightly as we head through the busy airport.

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you Holly. Where's the fun in being sensible and boring?"

I shrug. "S'pose you're right," I acknowledge, finally arriving to our gate. "What seat are you?" I ask, digging out my boarding pass.