"Harry, were gonna miss our flight." I say turning my alarm clock off, shoving Harry off me. I push my hair out of my face before finding clothes in my suitcase.
"Come back into bed." he groans, as I twist the lamp to come on.
"We need to leave." I say laughing at his smile, his eyes are still closed theirs a smile coming from his perfect face. Showing all his memorizing white teeth.
His smile dies down and he falls back to sleep. I'll let him sleep for a couple more minutes before waking him again. All he will do anyway is brush his teeth and get into some clothes. I throw my hair up into a messy bun before pulling an over sized hoodie over my head. I slip on a pair of yoga pants, and tie on my converse.
"Adams." My coach screams through the door. What does she have to say to me?
I open the door to see he all dressed and ready to go. She's not in her usual work out clothes this time. She actually has on a pair of jeans and nice top.
"Yeah?'' I ask her.
"Does your boyfreind have a ticket home?" She asks, I haven't even thought about him having a plane ticket back. I hope so.
"Uh, I don't know let me ask. Give me a second." I say before shutting the door so she wont see Harry naked in bed.
I jump over to his side bed and shake his shoulders gently only waking him.
"What!" He groans his eyes flutter open and I can't help but smile at the beatiful scene.
"Do you have a ticket back?" I ask him as he rubs his eyes.
"Uh, no I didn't know when I was leaving. I didn't know if you were going to kick me out, or if we were leaving in two days." He explains and I exhale loudly. They better have tickets left. We will be screwed if they don't.
"I'll just get one at the airport." He says as I walk back to my coach.
"No, he tells me he can buy one thier." I explain to her.
"Okay, but if they don't have any your staying here with him." She warns me before walking off.
"Harry, we need to leave soon. We should get their early, considering you need to buy a ticket." I speak to Harry as I apply mascara.
"We will be fine." He says pulling a pair of his black skinny jeans on.
"Your ass is looking great in those pants." He says staring at my butt, his lips are in between his teeth and I mentally pat myself on the back for wearing these yogas.
"We need to go buy you more of those." He says nodding staring still.
"Stop it." I playfully say looking back at him.
"Dam, if only we had more time I would take you back in bed." He says in a slow voice like he is really focused on it.
"Harry, get dress." I laugh at him.
. . .
*The lady next to me is snoring.* Harry's text message reads. The plane hasn't even tooken off yet and he is already complaining. Thankfully the airline had tickets left over. We couldn't sit next op eachother sadly. He sits a few rows back, next to random strangers. I am sitting next to the players.
*Better than Julia who wont stop talking about how her boyfriend is starting to do bad things* I send to Harry.
I try to zone Julia out, as she talks about Zach again. She's excited but scared to see him. She's scared the relationship is going to end, and I can't help but feel for her.
*Isn't she dating Zach Gates?* Harry asks, how does he know him?
*Yeah, why?* I send back fast.
*He's a drug dealer. Me and him use to be good friends.* Harry sends me and I can't help but to drop my phone in my lap. Julia's bayfriend deals drug? Julia will be crushed when she finds out.
*Really thats terrible, I can't belive it. Julias even dating him!* I send along with some of those shocked emogies, even laughing at my self.
*Yeah it is.* He send along with a picture of the old lady next to him sleeping. I laugh at the hilarious picture before sending a selfie to him.
The plane takes off and me and Harry keep texting.
. . .
"Doesn't it feel great to be back." He calls out walking into my dorm. Ashley's not here, and she didn't leave a note. I wonder were she went. She's probably off with Niall or something.
"Yeah, it's nice. What a long plane ride." I complain laying on my bed, happy to be back.
"You took my bag?" He asks me, holding up his bag that I grabed from the hotel last week at the memorial.
"Oh, yeah. You left it at the hotel. I thought you left so I took it, not wanting you to leave." I say to him.
''Why would you take it? I was mad at you, and you were mad at me. Why would you care enough to take it for me?" He asks with a soft, gentle voice, almost confused. He sits on my bed next to me, still with the bag in his hands.
"Because, I didn't not care about you enough to leave it." I awnser his question, why is he making such a big deal over this bag?
"I just thought you hated me." He says, I thought he hated me at that time last week. Why would he think I hated him?
"Why would you think that?" I ask him, confused.
"After what you said in California. About us pushing each other to do bad things. I just assumed you hated me that weekend." He says with his guard down, sounding open and free to anything.
''I never hated you, I don't think I can ever hate you. I love you to much to ever hate you, or belittle you." I say and his eyes soften.
"Really? Why? After everything I do to you?" He asks me, obviously confused as from what I said.
"After you look past all the bad things you do to me Harry, their are so many good things. I focus on the good in you not the bad. Until I have to see the bad." I explain his fingers lace into mine and he looks up into my eyes.
"Why? I'm so bad?" He questions, as if he was the worst human in the world.
"Because I love you, I don't think of you as bad, Harry can't you see. Theirs good in you. Lots and lots of good. If only you can see that." I call out to him, wanting him to see the real him. If only he saw how much he has changed since he met me. He is definitely not the same Harry I met months ago. He is so different, more open, so kind harted. So loving.
"I love you." He says and I smile, still not use to the words off his lips.
"I'm serious to, the words I love you, don't even scratch the surface of how much I love you." He says deeply. Making myself nervous for what I have gotten myself into with him. We don't want the same future, and it scares me. I can't just give up everything Iv'e always wanted for him. I just wish he wants the same future as me. Because I know, I will never feel like this with no one else.
I give him a kiss on the lips, a soft kiss. A kiss with meaning behind it.
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