Little Things

Chapter 50

/// Hi guys! So I feel like absolute CRAP right now, so this chapter might suck I'm sorry D: I'm also exhausted so I don't know how this will turn out lol. But anyways! Enjoy! Haha x ///

It's been two weeks. Two weeks since I last saw the boy of my dreams walk out of the terminal and onto the plane.

I stood outside and watched the plane take off, until I couldn't see it any longer, as it disappeared into the thin of the clouds.

We couldn't text on the plane due to some technical issues, so instead we direct messaged back and forth through Twitter. While he was on the app, he decided to talk to some fans, which I thought was extremely hilarious when they got all excited because of it. 

Since then, we have used FaceTime, an app on my iPhone I wasn't aware of, twice a day. Once, when I wake up, and then again early afternoon. It was difficult at first because of the major time zone difference, but once we figured it out, it only got easier. 

When we aren't FaceTiming, we are texting, or I sometimes call him from Telephone Booths because it's cheaper than calling internationally on my cell. 

But nothing beats getting to hear and see his face, even if it's behind a screen, I'll take it. 

Yet, I would prefer to feel his presence, and that warm sensation just being around him that I feel. He is a literal ball of sunshine, and that's exactly what I love about him.

Right now, I would be video chatting him, but he's at a recording studio preparing for their upcoming album. He played me a little bit, after Harry made me swear I wouldn't record them singing through the video and leak it online. 

But instead, we are just texting. 

N: what are you up to right now?

A: eating mac n cheese because thats all i can afford haha

N: ugh im jealous i wish i had myself a big bowl of that

A: i wish you were here ):

N: i wish i was there too ): but i had to come to london, band reasons. 

A: ik i understand.

N: are you sure?

A: yes, i understand. im positive

N: cause you know, baby youre all that i want, when youre lying here in my arms

A: stop stealing song lyrics and get back to writing your own

I giggle to myself, clutching my phone to my chest. I have fallen so hard for this blonde boy.

I quickly finish up the rest of my lunch and ignore the vibrations of my cell phone, and place my bowl in the dishwasher instead. On my way back to the living room, I stop at the vanity by the stairs and stare at myself in the mirror.

Hair in a messy bun nested at the top of my head, crew neck sweatshirt that is at least five years old, and some fuzzy zebra sweatpants and matching socks. I can't even remember the last time I changed. It's rather disgusting, actually.

"I need to get my life together," I mutter to myself, wiping my eyes, and examining my appearance.

I walk back to the couch, doing much better now than I was a few weeks back. I now only have to wear a small brace on my foot, and the crutches are stored away for the next time I screw up myself.