P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 38

Harry smiled. "I feel better now."

"About what?"

"Yuh know, reuniting with my mum and sister.. It made me feel better about things."

I smiled. "I'm really proud you got yourself to do it."

"And same with you."

I silenced, looking out the window. In a few moments, the plane had started to run.

Before I knew it, I was blinking, and then a tear streamed down my face.

"You know, I miss them Harry." I whispered, looking down as my lips trembled. "I miss even having a mom and dad. I felt so alone." I cried, not getting myself to look at him.

His eyes were on me though, I could feel it.

"I'm so sorry." He muttered, his hand on top of mine as I slowly look up.

"But I wasn't completely alone. Because you're here. And Tyler. And Hannah. And the boys." I started listing off the people who were important to me.

Harry smiled. "You're never alone, alright? Remember that."

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- Blue -

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New York was a pretty sight--Times Square to be precise.

Me and Harry had just arrived, once again after a long plane ride as I sighed.

"So what do you wanna do before tonight?" He grinned.

"Can we take a nap? Harry, I'm so tired. And my legs feel like they're gonna fucking fall off." I groaned.

He laughed. "Blue, you seem to have a case of the jetlag."

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing." I chuckled, yawning.

"Management wants us staying at a particular hotel, I don't know why, but yeah. We could.. Take a nap." He spoke uncomfortably, me smiling.

"Do you want a lift?" He asks me nonchalantly, as I grin, nodding.

"Could I try and get on your shoulders?" I asked.

Harry smirked. "Yeh."

We literally just do it in public, Harry getting on his knees as I quickly sat on his shoulders, my hands on his head.

"Alright, I'm gonna stand up." he awared. "Hold on."

I screamed, wobbling slightly as I gripped his curls.

"Ow! Fuck, my hair!" He shouted people looking at us weirdly as I cackled, me finally gaining my balance and simply having my hands on his head.

I felt so tall though, and somehow I felt like a little kid.

"I'm going to fall off I know it." I spoke anxiously, him laughing.

"Oh woah!" He joked, slightly tilting.

"HARRY" I yelped, my legs nearly choking him as he gasped.

"Blue don't do that!" He bit.

"Well stop tipping over!" I argued, smacking him on the cheek.

I feel him slightly lean his head back so it'd be brushing my crotch, as I gasped, my lips parting.

"Harry, not in public." I hissed slightly squirming.