Getting home I realize he leaves tomorrow, for a week. Before all of this happened, a week would have been no problem, but right now I don’t feel safe away from him. He knows that, but I don’t want him to feel guilty for going. I go over to the couch and I turn on E news. “Harry and Leigh-Ann sure aren’t afraid of showing some PDA.” The host says, pictures of me and him, kissing and holding hands, hugging, are everywhere. He comes over and kisses me, “Well, I’m really happy for them, their extremely cute and look very much in love. Congratulations on the engagement guys!” The host yells, as the show ends. “What would you like to do today?” I ask him, pulling myself closer to him. “Hm. What about we just lay here? I mean, I’m going to be on the road and you will be to for a while. Let’s just stay here; we can cook together and just…” “Relax.” I say back with a smile. He kisses my nose and I lay on his lap.
“You’re too adorable.” I say to him, he smiles and plays with my hands. He puts on The Notebook, making us think back to the first night I laid on this couch. “Harry?” “Hm?” “Tell me about how your life was before you met me.” He pauses, and then looks down at me, our gaze never breaking. “I use to spend a lot of time away from home. I was out with the guys almost all the time. I got drunk a lot from partying with them. I mean it’s nothing bad but them just coming over and a few drinks led to a few more and you know. I flirted with a lot of girls but none of them seemed right. Then my little angel came along. Now I don’t want to drink, I never look at another girl and think, ‘She’s hot.’ Because I know I have the most beautiful, sexy, sweetest, girl that’s going to marry me.” He plays with my stunning ring.
I smile and start to blush, he reaches down and kisses me, that spark, that shock, never goes away. We watch movies and joke around. “Let’s start dinner.” I say getting up, he laughs and we go into the kitchen, making dinner, we throw things and push each other around. I decide to make a cake for him; he takes the flour and puts it on my face. “Harry!” I yell, I throw some at him, covering him in white flour. He comes over than throws some on me. We laugh and kiss each other, flour is everywhere. We finish dinner and I finish the cake. We wipe the flour off and start to eat in the kitchen.
Afterwards, I clean while Harry takes a shower. First all the flour, then the dishes, I put the left overs in the fridge, I’ll probably eat it tomorrow. He walks in the kitchen, with no clothes on. “What are you doing?” “Walking around naked. I want you to do the same.” “Only if we are sure that the guys aren’t going to come busting in.” “Promise.” He says coming over and taking my shirt off. I go to the bathroom and clean up, walking out naked. “Perfect.” He says when I walk past him in the living room. I’m surprised how okay I am with walking around here without clothes on. “Okay. We have to establish this.” He says walking over to the kitchen while I cut the cake. “While we are on the road, if and when we decide to have sex, we can’t just do it like we do here. The guys and the security will follow us everywhere. We might get a few minutes here and there. Skirts are perfect, thongs amazing. You can wear jeans here and there but if we want to it’s gonna make it more difficult.” I interrupt him, “You do know I’m going to tease the hell out of you.” I say winking and handing him is piece of cake, his eyes get big, “No.” He protests, I giggle and take a bite of my cake. “I hate you.” He says grinning, “I hate you more.” I joke back; he leans over the counter and kisses me.
We finish the cake and go on over to the couch, we lay there in silence for a while, we don’t need to speak. Harry pulls me closer, I feel something fall, and I look up to Harry, seeing tears falling from his eyes. “Babe, why are you crying?” I ask him, wiping his tears away. “I don’t want to leave tomorrow. I just don’t want to sleep without you beside me, sitting on the couch without wrapping you in a blanket.” I sigh; I really don’t want to be without him. “Harry, baby. I really don’t want you to leave either but you have to. Like you said, we can call and text and video chat. I’ll be there as much as you want me to be. Every concert if you miss me and I’m not there, hold on to your necklace I got you, or the matching bracelets we have. I’m always with you. I completely support you and couldn’t be more proud. I love you so much Harry.” He kisses me, “How can you be so perfect all the time?” I smile and kiss him. “Hold on.” I say jumping up, I run to my bedroom and get a hoodie of mine, I spray my perfume all over it and come back in the living room, and Harry has his elbows on his knees, head in hands, crying.
“Here It’s my sweatshirt, take it with you. When you miss me, hold on to it, you can sleep with it. Do whatever you want with it.” He takes it from me and smells it. I find his hand and intertwine them together. “I love you.” He mumbles on my lips. “I love you more.” I say back on his. We lay there, kissing lazily, softly, and playfully. He hands me my sweatshirt and tells me to put it on. “I want to hold you in it so when I sleep with it I can imagine you in it.” I put it on, we lay on the couch then we realize we should get to bed. He carries me into the bedroom. Holding me closer than ever. We both fight sleep, knowing that when we open our eyes, it means goodbye.
The sun starts to rise, peaking through the window. We stayed up all night just holding each other with little kisses and small talk. A few tears here and there. The alarm went off; we knew that it was time. Harry had already packed enough for the week, I was going to finish packing for him and when I went to be with him I would bring the rest. We slowly gave in and got up, his jumping into the shower. He pulled me with him. “One last time.” He whispered, we had lazy morning sex in the shower that morning.
We got ready and put his stuff into the car. Emmett standing in the doorway, looking at us, Harry ran back up the stairs to him. “I love you little buddy. Take good care of mommy for me.” He said kissing Emmett head, he purred back. Harry put him back down.