"I'm gonna miss you," you whispered.
"I'll miss you more," he said.
Pulling you into a tight embrace, you inhaled the scent of him as your nose pressed against his sweater. His favorite purple sweater, or as he called it, his lilac jumper. To you it smelled like lavender, though that may have just been a mental association you tied to it because of its shade.
"Please don't forget me," you teased.
"C'mon, love, how could I forget you?" Harry's voice vibrated through his chest.
You raised your head to look up at him, his eyes dancing, his dimple dipped in his cheek. You returned his smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"All those adoring fans," you continued, "how can I compare?"
Harry's smile faded as he took your face in his hands.
"I love you," he said.
Your eyes blinked several times as you stared at him. Harry had yet to declare his love for you, although several times you'd thought he was going to say it, only to be left a bit disappointed when he didn't.
"Wh- really?"
Harry nodded. "Yes."
Color rose to your cheeks as your smile grew.
"I love you, too," you practically cheered.
Harry lowered his mouth to yours, kissing you passionately. His hands slid to the back of your head, your hair threading through his fingers. His lips were soft, yet firm as he kissed you with fervor. You must have stood there for several minutes until you heard his phone ring in his back pocket.
"Sorry, love," he muttered, separating from your lips. "I have to go."
You felt horrible. It wasn't that time of the month, but you had horrible stomach cramps and a headache that hadn't gone away in two days. You weren't sure if it wasn't something you ate or not. But after throwing up for the third time today, you finally resolved to taking a shower and sipping on a cup of tea.
When you got out of the shower, you returned to the bedroom, feeling a little bit better, knowing you needed to get something in your tummy. Your body shook from the cool temperature in the house, and as you rummaged through your drawers to find something comfortable to put on, you remembered.
With a sigh, you opened your bottom drawer, pulling out Harry's purple sweater. You brought it to your nose, taking a deep sniff. Yep, lavender. You pulled it over your head, shoving your arms through the sleeves, then grabbed a pair of black leggings. Leaving your hair damp, you sauntered into the kitchen to make the tea, then sat on the sofa with your phone.
It was just about time for Harry to FaceTime you.
Sipping on your tea, you grabbed a nearby throw and covered yourself with it. You scrolled through a few emails and instagram pics on your phone until you saw Harry's name commanded the screen, requesting a FaceTime call.
"Hi, baby," you said meagerly.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his gorgeous face smiling at you. "How are you?"
"I'm okay," you shrugged, still not feeling a hundred percent. But you didn't want to bother Harry with that. However, you couldn't fool him. He sensed something in your tone.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you insisted. "Just haven't been feeling that great. But I'll be okay."
Harry raised his brows. "You have a cold?"
"No, stomach bug or something. It's nothing."
"Doesn't sound like nothing," he argued. "Do you need to see a doctor?"
You shut your eyes and shook your head. It was so like him to be concerned.
"I'm okay, Harry, really. It's just been a couple days. If it persists, I'll go to the doctor."
"Promise me you will," he said.
You nodded vigorously. "I will. Now tell me about Vancouver."
"Gorgeous here," Harry grinned.
"Yeah? I always wanted to go there."
"I'll bring you here sometime," he offered.
"Is it cold?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you... I coulda sworn I packed my lilac jumper. But I can't find it. Did I leave it there?"
"Um..." you sounded, holding out the M.
"What?"
With a sheepish grin, you lowered the blanket covering you, revealing the purple sweater you were currently wearing. Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes.
"Are you mad?" you asked him.
"No," he replied. "But why do you have it?"
"I um...I selfishly didn't want you to take it with you," you admitted. "I like it here with me when you're not."
Harry's expression softened. "That's sweet. But why that jumper?"
"Because you were wearing it that day," you explained softly.
"What day?"
"The day you first told me you loved me."
Harry sighed and you could see him sit back in his chair. "I love that. It's wonderful."
You blinked, feeling relief. "So you're not mad."
"Of course not," said Harry. "You should keep it while I'm gone."
"Good," you beamed.
"I love you, [Y/N]," he declared.
"I love you too, Harry."