I believe this is the second to last chapter:) One more & then an epilogue left! Unless I change something.. We'll see.

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“I don’t want you to go,” I mumbled, laying against his chest. Today was September 1st, meaning that classes started tomorrow, and Harry’s plane was due in an hour, yet we were still lying in my dorm.

“I don’t want to go,” he replied, pulling me closer and kissing my cheek. Lauren went with her parents to the airport to say goodbye to them. Their plane should be leaving right about now. 

I wanted to take Harry to the airport, but both him and I agreed that it’d be best to say goodbye here instead. That way the distance wouldn’t seem so real. Maybe it’ll seem like he was still in New York with me, and that he went to go pick up some take out, and he’d be returning in a little bit. 

Which explains why we’re laying in my small twin size bed, waiting until the very last second before he had to go catch his plane back to England. 

“Then don’t,” I replied, even though I knew he had to. I rested my chin on his shoulder, looking up at his gorgeous face. I could see the small stubble that began to grow in the few days that he hasn’t shaved. His plump pink lips that I wouldn’t be able to kiss for who knows how long. The breathtaking smile I’ll only be able to see through Skype. His brilliant green eyes that will soon be piercing through my cell phone screen, instead of in person. I’m not ready for this.

“I have to teach, still. Yours aren’t the only classes that are starting,” he said sadly, and I sighed.

“I know, I’m just going to miss you so much. I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I stated, still not believing that we’d soon be thousands of miles apart. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Surely, I could have gone to uni in England, and still became a publisher. That job isn’t just limited to the United States. Maybe I can transfer next year. But then I wouldn’t have my scholarship anymore, and God knows who would be paying for my courses, since my parents basically disowned me.

“I’ll miss you too, but I’m glad you’re doing this. Always put your future first, Randi, don’t let anyone change that for you,” he smiled and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, smelling his trademark cologne, trying to indent it into my memory.

“I know,” I grumbled, “But it’s still shitty.” 

He chuckled, “Agreed.”

We sat in another moment of silence before Harry looked at the new alarm clock that was sitting on the desk next to my bed.

He sighed loudly, “I’m afraid I have to leave.” He didn’t sound happy in the least, and I didn’t blame him. I was missing him already, and he hadn’t even left yet.

I reluctantly stood up, helping him to his feet as well, before he pulled me into an airtight hug. His arms were wrapped around me, as if I would vanish into thin air. I returned it with just as much enthusiasm, and I could feel every inch of him surrounding me. His strong arms pulling me even closer to him, his sculpted abs brushing against my stomach, and his face breathing against my neck.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Harry pulled away and began wiping the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. 

“Please don’t go,” I sobbed, pulling him back into me to hug him more. I won’t be able to do it. I can’t survive New York without Harry. 

“I have to,” he whispered into my ear, and that caused sobs to rake through me once again. I thought it was getting real a few days ago, but now it was getting really real. He was leaving. He will be in England, and I’ll be here in New York. How are we possibly going to survive this? 

We stood there for who knows how long, but I knew we couldn’t do it much longer, or Harry will miss his plane. Maybe that’s what we’re subconsciously trying to do. Maybe we’re both trying to stall so he misses his plane and has to stay longer. I’m sure they could find a substitute to teach his class for him.

He finally pulled away, looking into my eyes for a few seconds before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I savored the feel of his soft, lips, moving against my own in a fashion that had become so familiar to me. I clutched onto his black t-shirt, fisting it into my hands, not wanting to let him go.

He pulled away with a final peck, and then leaving small ones all over my face. From my chin, working up to my cheeks, my nose, my temples, and then finally, the middle of my forehead.

He took a step back, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. He twirled the ring that was resting on his pinky finger, before taking it off and stepping toward me once again.

“Keep this, okay? Whenever you miss me, just look at it and remember that I’m always thinking of you, and I love you. I’m just a phone call away,” he stated, putting the massive ring onto my thumb, and holding my hand up to kiss it.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. He pulled me into him once again, and I knew this was the last time. This was the last hug I would get from him for a while, so I poured everything into it. I held him as tight as I possibly could, in hopes of keeping him in my arms forever.

He kissed my forehead again, and then let go, still holding my hand that was wearing my new favorite piece of jewelry. He held my hand until he physically couldn’t anymore, both of our arms stretched out, mine in front of me, and his behind him.

But he had to let go at some point, and he did, walking out the door and softly closing it behind him.

That’s when I lost it. I completely broke down, falling onto my bed and curling myself up into a ball. He was gone. He was going to be on his way to England soon, while I’m stuck in America, going to a university that I had no desire to even attend anymore.

I felt ungrateful, wanting to throw away my education, and my scholarship, just to board that plane with him, but there was nothing I’d rather do.

But I couldn’t. I’m here and I’m going to get through it, I will graduate, and pursue the career I had always dreamed of for myself. I won’t give up.

I just hope Harry won’t either.

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