You couldn't sleep. You tried for three hours and you just couldn't. It was that argument with Harry that had you up and thinking.
24 hours earlier
"I mean i don't know baby. I last used it on your birthday when I needed ID to buy your car under your name." He explains.
"Okay but where do you remember putting it last? Harry I need my passport to go see you. We've been planning this for so long." I say looking back in my purse. "Honestly, how can you be so irresponsible sometimes." I added.
"Y/n I used it to buy you your car. Be happy I got you the damn thing." He growls through the computer screen. I turned to the screen and smiled sarcastically. "If you were desperate to buy the car under my name, you would have asked the agency to let me sign the papers later." I bit back.
"Whatever. It's not the first time that I try to do something nice for you and you have been unappreciative." He mumbles. "I'm sorry? I'm grateful for everything you have given me but my passport is really important for traveling which is something we both tend to do a lot." I say starting to get frustrated.
"How about you just don't come?" He sighs rubbing his face. I raise a eyebrow and scoffed. "I don't need this right now. I don't want you getting here and wasting the trip by still being mad." He added to his suggestion.
The tears of frustration start to form in my eyes and I look up so they won't come out. "You're right. It is whatever. I'll see you when you get home in 4 months." I mumble sarcastically as I roll my eyes.
"See, it's that attitude that always gets you in trouble." He frowns.
"Harry, babe, you coming to the bar?" I hear the very familiar feminine voice of his pr stunt of the month. "Oh hey, y/n." She smiles.
As much as I wanted to hate Camille, she was too nice to me and took really good care of Harry by being his person on tour. It hurt sometimes but I trusted her. We had even exchanged numbers and she would send me off guard pictures of Harry.
"Hey, Camille." I smile and wipe my nose to which Harry furrows his brows to. He didn't know I was on the verge of tears with everything going on plus him telling me that it's better for me to not go.
"Okay. Well I have to go. Have fun." I start to say. "No baby, wa-" but I had already hung up.
I crawl into Harry and I's bed. I drop the cover over my shoulders as I let my tears fall. As much as I tried not to think about it, Harry didn't want me there. And he rather just spend his four day break with Camille but it's okay because I trusted her. I just wish he pressed a little harder and gave me other solutions to getting on a plane to him...
Present
I still laid in bed but with different clothing. I was wearing Harry's sweats all day after my shower to stay at home. I had already asked for two weeks off from work so there was nothing for me to do. The house was cleaned so I could have left with no worries and all the laundry was put away.
I found no motivation to get up and go eat something or even take the dogs out. Good thing the dog sitter was here anyways. I still had to pay him what I said I was going to.
So now instead of being in Harry's arms at a beach in Florida, I laid in a dark cold bed in Chicago. I had stopped crying two hours ago about the exhaustion made me want to cry more. How could he? He was so rude and hurtful.
He didn't want me there....
It was 3am when I just started dozing off and I heard noises down stairs. I stayed in bed thinking it's one of the dogs or else the alarms would have rang if it was a intruder. Anyone who was welcomed had the code. With my back towards the door, I felt someone sit on the bed. I already knew who it was but my stubbornness and hurt feelings didn't allow me to launch myself at him. I felt him lay down and I wondered if he was too tired to even talk about it now.
I don't want to go to sleep mad or upset with him again, it just wouldn't allow me to sleep.
Without looking back, I reached my pinkie finger out in search for his hand. In just a few seconds I found his finger moving around too. I wrapped my finger around his as he did the same and soon I drifted off to a deep, much needed sleep.