The last couple shows were probably the worst I had ever done.

I didn’t interact with the fans or the other boys. I couldn’t focus and I had messed up the lyrics to at least two songs at each show but I couldn’t be bothered to care.

My mind was preoccupied with a girl that was on her own in another country slowly making her way out of my life and I was helpless to stop it.

Or at least I was at the moment.

As soon as this last song was done I had a plane ticket waiting for me to whisk me away back to London.

The others were waiting until tomorrow afternoon to fly back but I would be on a plane in less then two hours.

I have never wanted a gig to end as much as I wanted this one to. Aside from my post show plans it was by far the worst performance I had ever given.

I felt terrible for the fans but my life was on the line here, figuratively speaking that is.

My heart literally soared when Louis pulled me over to give our final bow of the last show of our third tour.

As soon as I was lead off stage I was already focused on getting out of the venue. My bags would be traveling with the others tomorrow excepted for the small carryon I had waiting in the dressing room for me.

Making a quick stop to pick it up I turned to the others.

“Good luck Haz.” Liam said pulling me into a quick hug.

Zayn following suit offering his own encouraging words, while Niall simple nodded at me. He was still a bit angry at me for kissing Jena who apparently he was now seeing.

Louis was the last to come up to me. “Go get your woman.” He said with a smirk and a hug.

Even with the good natured words I knew he was just as worried about me not making it in time as I was, he was just trying to hide it for my sake.

“Alright. I’ll see you lot later.” I said hastily waving over my shoulder as I dashed out of the room and down the halls lead by Paul.

“Aren’t you going to change?” He asked over his shoulder as we came up to the blacked out SUV that would be taking me to the airport.

“In the car.”

And so I did. In the short ride from the Comcast Center to Logan International Airport, I had change out of my stage clothes and into a pair of jeans and a shirt, pulling a beanie over my sweaty, messy curls.

The flight itself was probably the longest most agonizing flight I had ever been on. I felt like I was on the edge of my seat all 12 hours of it.

I knew, from talking to my mum before taking off, that Dawn planned to drop off Wylie with her before leaving.

I would be lying if I said the idea of Dawn leaving Wylie, the puppy I had given her to keep her company when she was alone and I was away, didn’t hurt me. Because it did, very much. I only hoped my mum could stall her long enough for my flight to get in and for me to stop her.

By the time the fasten seatbelt sign switched off I was ready to spring out the door of the plane and run through the airport.

I wasn’t sure how I managed it, but I made it through the airport and into a cab before anyone seemed to fully realize who I was.

As soon as the driver began his drive to Dawn’s flat I pulled out my cell, switching it on and quickly typed a message to my mum letting her know I had arrived. It was still light out so I hoped I wasn’t too late.

When the cab pulled up to the curb I threw some bills into the front seat fully aware that I had just tipped the man generously as I grabbed my bag and dashed out, taking the steps two at a time until I was just outside her door.

I don’t know what I was expecting, certainly not Dawn to waltz out happy to see me since I knew where she was currently, but the sight of the completely barren flat, with stacks of boxes and desolately empty walls, was not at all what I had imagined either.

It was the most awful sight I had ever seen. This flat was meant to be full of laughter and happiness, at least that's the way I saw it. This space was all Dawn and what she had come to mean to me.

And the fact that it was empty nearly sent me to my knees.

Slowly I walked through the lounge into the bedroom, hoping that it would make me feel better but it turned out to only make it worse.

I had always pictured me being able to come into this room with her asleep on that very bed that now was bare and sad looking, and waking her with kisses after being away from her.

I wasn’t sure why, because I knew she wasn’t here, but my heart almost wished for it to happen.

As I turned slowly my eyes caught sight of the completely empty closet.

I don’t know what it was about that image but it was what finally did me in.

It felt like my heart burst in my chest, my breath escaping my like I had been punched in the gut.

Luckily I was near the bed and just dropped onto it staring blankly at the empty storage space.

In my mind, her clothes being gone meant she was gone. Maybe I was too late.

I hadn’t seen any luggage around, maybe she was going directly to the airport from my mum’s.

It felt like such a hopeless situation all of the sudden, like everything I had done to get here was for nothing at all except this life threatening ache in my chest and the feeling of my lungs forgetting how to function.

I crawled up onto the bare matters and just laid there staring up at the ceiling.

I had really managed to mess this up beyond belief.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw things, but I couldn’t work up the energy to do any of that.

My mind was numb, and like a defense mechanism, my heart felt frozen too.

It was almost like all of this was too much so my whole being shut down. I was here but it felt like I wasn’t.

I probably laid there for hours just staring up, not moving, not reacting, before I decided that I should probably shower since I hadn’t since before the show yesterday.

I reached for my bag that I had dropped somewhere near the front door before slowly making my way out of the flat and calling for another cab.

Going back to my own empty home was probably just as bad as walking into Dawn’s.

I wasn’t sure if being alone was the best idea for me currently.

I was tempted to call my mum but I didn’t really feel like talking either, especially not to confirm my fear of Dawn already being out of my grasp.

After my very long shower that passed in a numb blur, I slowly made my way to my bed that had been unused for much too long.

Again I just laid down and stared at the ceiling for hours.

It was then that all the emotions finally caught up to me. As my eyes welled up, but no tears managed to slip out, they just blinded me as I thought.

It was impossible to sleep with all of them flowing through me. I wasn’t sure which one to go with first.

I was sad, unbelievably depressed, but I was also angry.

I was angry at Dawn for giving up on, well, everything so easily as of lately but mostly for giving up on me.

I was also mad at myself for having had all the time in the world to have done this and now it was down to the wire and I hadn’t made it on time.

I looked over to the bright digits on my clock to find the time shining back at me.

3:20am.

I pushed up off the bed, sitting there in the dark rubbing my eyes.

I couldn’t be here. I needed to be near Dawn and here wasn’t close enough.

Making a decision, I slid out of my bed then reached for the duvet and a pillow before grabbing my cell and making a call.

A short twenty minutes later I was standing in front of the door I had left only hours ago with both bed items in hand.

I knew what to expect this time so I braced myself for the miserable feeling I was sure to get as soon as I stepped inside the empty flat.

For some reason, however, it felt different now. Not as empty this time.

I shrugged it off, too tired to care.

I walked slowly, with the pillow and duvet in hand, towards Dawn’s bedroom, a yawn escaping me as I did.

I probably would have thought what I saw was just my tired, emotionally exhausted mind playing tricks on me if it wasn’t for her moving.

My whole body humming at the sight before me.

Here was Dawn curled on her side, her sleeping face set in a deep frown on her exposed mattress.

She was here.

My heart, that I thought had died at some point in the night, started to hammer in my chest as my breathing became erratic.

I didn’t even realize I had begun to walk towards her until I was already beside her, my hand itching to touch her as it twitched at my side.

I had missed her so incredible, I don’t think I was completely aware of how much until I was standing right next to her.

I took a moment to just look at her before the thought that she might be cold hit me. Without a second thought I pulled the duvet over her small frame and brought it up to her chin before dropping to my knees.

I couldn’t keep myself from touching her any longer, my hand reaching to gently push a few strands of her wild hair away from her face before running my knuckles over her soft cheeks.

Her tense face seemed to soften at my touch causing me to smile. I hated when she was frowning.

My eyes were glued to her face watching as her eyes shifted behind her closed eyelids and her lips pursed then pouted.

It was like my mind was taking the time to memorize every inch of her features because it had come so close to never seeing them again.

I wasn’t planning on that happening though. I was going to keep her here with me no matter what it took.

I was very tempted to kiss those lips and wake her up like sleeping beauty but I never got the chance.

Her eyelids began to flutter and I leaned back on my heels just watching as she slowly woke.

A soft sigh left her lips as her hands reached up to rub the sleep from her eyes.

I was frozen in my spot as she slowly shifted her sight to the side and straight at me.

For a moment it felt like everything in the world stopped, as cliche as that may sound.

She sleepily stared opened mouthed at me while I looked right back biting my lip.

“Harry?” She rasped out. It was the best sound I had heard in a long time.

I don’t think I had realized how much I missed her voice until this very moment. I couldn’t find my own voice so I just nodded.

“Am I dreaming?”

This time I shook my head, even thought I was afraid that is exactly what this was.

She slowly sat up, pushing the duvet I had draped over her away as I stood. Neither one of us saying a word as she kept moving until she was standing in front of me.

I cleared my throat trying to dislodge whatever was keeping my voice from active duty.

Dawn looked up at me, letting her eyes drift from my extremely messy curls down my face and back up to my eyes before reaching her hand up to hesitantly touch my jaw. It was like she hadn’t believed me when I told her I was real.

“Dawn I am so sor-”

As I spoke Dawn hopped up on her toes, her hand sliding from my jaw to tangle into the hair on the nape of my neck and pushed my head down, while her other hand gripped onto my shoulder.

Before I could really process what was happening I felt her lips on mine.

It’s funny how I had imagined this moment for so long, even after our dared kiss, this was what I really wanted, a real genuine kiss. I had pictured it being perfect, like in the movies with fireworks going off in my mind and my brain instantly kicking in to show her just how desperately I loved her.

What actually happened was so, so much better then anything I could ever image or even put into words.

There were no fireworks, there was just Dawn. Every single one of my senses was focused on the small girl in front of me.

I felt like every nerve ending in my body was buzzing as my eyes snapped shut and my hands wanted to touch her everywhere at once. My nose breathing in her scent as I registered the tiny, almost inaudible whimpers coming from her.

The only thing I had imagined better was my reaction time.

It took me a few seconds to respond to her soft lips touching mine but when I did I wasn’t planning on holding back. And that was when my tongue ran across her lower lip begging her to let me in so I could taste her which she eagerly allowed.

My hands gripped onto her waist so I could pull her closer, one hand sliding up her side until it was cupping her cheek delicately.

She pulled away much too soon, gasping for breath, with kiss swollen lips.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I brought my other hand up so her beautiful face was resting between my large hands.

I’m not sure what I was excepting to happen when I first saw her here but this was by far the best case scenario.

I loved this girl and that was never going to go away.

Now I just needed her to stay.

I finally worked up the nerve to say what I had flown all the way here to say in the first place.

With my forehead resting against hers I begged, saying the most important words to my sanity.

“Don’t leave me.”

Notes

Hiya kiddies
THEY KISSED!!!!


I hope you guys liked it. I felt like I psyched myself out for this chapter because I was building up to it so much but I hope it wasn’t too disappointing. There will be much more to this scene in the next chapter in Dawn’s POV but I hope you guys liked this.

Also I am going to post the prequal to this which is just a bunch of Hawn friendship oneshots and its called BEFORE THE MESS so go read that if you want a little Dawn and Harry in your life.
ANDDDD I might update another chapter if I get comments tonight <3