No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

**Abigail's POV**

Goodbyes were never my thing. I understand that nobody favors goodbye's , but with me it was more a fear than a displeasure. The sight of watching someone I truly care for, walk away from my life to god knows where, it just changes me. It also depends on who I'm setting free. I know that this will not be mine and Harry's last altercation, but it just sends me to this horrible state that brings even the brightest side of me down. His arm reaches across to my side where he lays his over sized hand on my thigh , giving me a slight reassuring squeeze.

"You alright babe?" He asks as my gaze is drawn from the window and on to him.

"Yea , just really going to miss you" I admit

"Babe , just please , if you don't want me to go. Tell . Me !" He struggles to get his words out

"NO !" I say sternly

"But I kno-" cutting him off before he was even able to utter another word

"Its not morally right, you deserve your chance"

"I'm just saying -"

"Harry , NO !" I sternly and forcefully exhale , shutting the entire conversation down. Its not like I don't want him to stay , its just , I don't want to deprive him of his dream. The silence became far from comfortable, it was eating me alive but I had nothing to say. If I did say something it was going to be along the lines of 'Please stay' or something completely inappropriate like that. It just wasn't fair that I've gotten to the point where love is an understatement with him. Saying it out loud was another problem, admitting to something I had sworn to never do. It was bad enough that I had already said it when he was unconscious, I couldn't say it when he was very well conscious.

"I will really miss you too by the way" he says braking the hard rock ice that we had managed to build. Not saying anything at all because words were just my worst enemy right now , I reach a hand over to where his hand lay cupping my thigh and rest it in mine. Giving the same reassuring squeezes he had given me before. A smile grew on his face and I could help but admire it. Seeing as this would be the last time I would see him for a while. My heart ached every time I reminded myself of the tragic departure.

"We aren't going to have sex for well over two months" I huff out in frustration, he catches me by surprise and pulls over at the curb, taking ahold of my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

"I need you right now, Like you just said I wont have you for a while and need to make best of the time we have left"

"What? No , you have to make it to your plane on time" was he delusional?!

"C'mon" he trails soft kisses down the crook of my neck, a moan or two emitting my mouth without warning. I finally managed to put my two cents in and push him away , shaking my head and repeating the word 'No' . Yet he didn't stop and I grew antsy and affectionate, I desired him. But I shouldn't be the one to blame , he's the one that is undressing me and kissing ever bare and exposed spot in the process.

"Harry , fuck me" I moan out as he smirks against my skin , after a repetition of removing clothing and undergarments we were left in the nude. I lower myself on his member before rocking back and forth in a rhythmic pace. Pushing the drivers seat chair back as an advantage, we managed to make this unprofessionally displayed provocative sexual scene, comfortable. I was swaying my body back and forth in a slower pace than usual, though Harry didn't mind because of how critical our timing had been. The clock ticking and mocking us, yet it was like time had stopped itself and it had only been us two placed in this frozen Earth. Taking this to our advantage we over looked the fact that he would be on the next flight back to England for about 3 months. My tiny hands traveled down his sculpted heavenly body, gooseflesh appearing before my very eyes. I took this time to look up at the heavenly creature and our orbs met instantly. This moment will be a mark on our relationship timeline, every memory we have created will be forever engraved on my timeline. A timeline that describes just how exquisite and critical our memories were. Just how amazing he had been and how amazing he made me. The fact that I wasn't able to describe what he was to me , said it all. I was in love. Completely in love with Harold Edward Styles , and maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe this was destined to happen. They say It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone. So maybe , just maybe I have been in love with him from the day I met him and just now realized it.