Harry's day goes longer than he expected. Poor thing has text me like 5 times apologizing for leaving me alone for so long. That ends up working out perfectly for me as I've been behind on my blog. After Linda left, I took a quick cat nap and woke up inspired to write. Taking a break to think about the closing paragraph, I rest my back against the headboard of his bed and scroll through endless tweets.

Out of boredom, I click Harry's profile and begin to stalk his latest tweets. Some are incredibly random; I swear he says the silliest things sometimes. A couple of them lead to his Instagram account, exploring that out as well, I see a familiar image. There's a picture of our feet resting together on top of his coffee table. The caption says “This is the life.” I didn't even notice him taking a picture last night, only that he was fidgeting on his phone.

About to soar through the ceiling with his thoughtful gesture, I noticed some disturbing comments below. I sit straight up and clear my throat, ready to read them aloud.

“Who the heck is that? Who is Harry seeing? At least she has pretty feet. . . I wish I was her! I fucking hate her! Why does everyone always jump to conclusions all the time? Is it that same girl from the other pics?” I gasp.

What other pics? There's pics of me out there somewhere? My research takes a turn for the worse, I fall back on twitter and find fan accounts with pictures leaked of Harry and I posing in front of the Tower of London. There is even a blurry one of us in Funky Buddah; you can barely tell its me but the girl that took it insists that it is Harry with the 'new girl'.

This is so strange and unnerving. I'm not sure where to place these feelings. I don't know who to even share this with or who to call, because I don't want to hear negative feedback. So I open a new document and begin to vent out my feelings on the keyboard. I make it through three paragraphs when I hear the door open and close.

“Baby, I'm sorry I'm so late!” Harry's feet stomp around. “Where are you sweetheart?”

“Bedroom!” I shout and quickly save my document to close my laptop.

For the first time Harry greets me with pink cheeks, kneeling beside the bed and seeking comfort on my lap. I turn to have my legs dangle off the bed. His arms wrap around my waist as he rests his head on my thighs, his fingers hooking on the waistband of my jeans.

“For a moment I thought you weren't here,” his cheeks have returned to their normal color now. “Are you hungry? Have you eaten?”

“I've picked on things here and there, but somehow I lack an appetite when you're not around.” Harry chuckles at my sincerity, his eyes look lime-yellow and his smile rather tired.

“Did you have a good day at work at least? What did you do?”

“Well, we hit a radio station around noon and had a long sound check, to practice for our new single we'll be performing tomorrow. . . you still have plans with Linda?”

His voice drifts to a sad tone, accompanied with a frown. I know he wants me to go to the late show and although I want to surprise him, I fear its doing more damage than good right now. I sense that Harry thinks I don't care about his career or want any part of it. Just keep strong for another day Jude.

“Lets go make that snack plate,” I kill him with my smile and lead the way.

“Hey, you look cute in my shirt!”

Walking out of his room, I plop myself on the kitchen island and wait for prince charming. The flutters return when I see his adorable set of dimples, assuring me he's okay now. Harry turns to open the fridge, standing less than two feet away from me, when I pull his shirt for him to fall back.

Startled, he wears a goofy expression and lands his hands on my knees. He hasn't kissed me yet, so I'm taking matters into my own hands. Tugging at his collar I wrap my hands around his neck and bring him in for a sweet kiss. He's quick to let out a moan and drive his hands around my waist.

“What's this? Did you miss me that much?”

I bite my bottom lip and pull him in again. I've inherited a vixen's spirit and decide to act upon it. Maybe its my own form of revenge towards Jack, doubting Linda and those hateful tweets. I have him and they don't, I don't care for how long or not.

“Baby, you're getting me worked up. . . you know, I can't promise I'll behave,” Harry laughs quietly.

He is gorgeous, flawless. Just the way he looks at me, makes my chest deflate. How am I supposed to face several weeks apart from him when I can't even bear a day. I wonder what I would say if he would ever ask me to stay. I mean would I? I had it all together before I met him, but now, I'm scattered all over the floor like dirty laundry.

“Linda is going to pick me up in twenty minutes.”

“WHAT?” His eyes bulge.

It was a dirty trick but it made me giggle. Harry realizes it quickly and begins to tickle my sides.

“Think you're funny, huh?”

I raise my glasses, leaving them on top of my head. I feel a dire need for a serious talk, if only for a few minutes.

“Harry . . . what's going to happen with us when I go? I know they say the best way to keep from missing someone is to stay busy. I have school and you'll have your upcoming tour . . . but are we going to drift apart?”

I didn't plan on talking about this, but the lukewarm feeling my thoughts were creating in my throat needed spitting out. His countenance loses its radiance, its time to either fight reality together or apart. He clenches his jaw and fixes his gaze on me. Unexpectedly, he brushes my cheeks with the back of his fingers, soothing my weary mind.

“I've been avoiding this conversation, fearing the outcome. But . . . the truth is, our schedules, my schedule, will be insane. Everything will seem like an obstacle and impossible,” Harry pulls out his phone from his back pocket and begins searching for something. “See, these are our tour dates . . . so I was thinking of flying you up mid-May.”

Harry is so focused on the lit screen, he doesn't realize how I'm looking at him. He's put more thought into this, into us. I could wait a month and a half. With texts, phone calls and Facetime to get us by, we could actually make this work. Until my negativity sets in. What if this doesn't work and he realizes when I'm gone that this really was just a fling. I mean, he said so himself he can't handle this type of commitment.

“What do you think? Do you want to travel to Dublin and spend the week with me?”

“Ireland?” I gasp. “God, yes!”

He still seems serious, “There's also 5 days when we''ll be back here for the beginning of June. But I'm not sure how hectic that week will be.”

“You've put some thought into this.”

“Of course,” Harry grins and slides his phone back in his pocket.

I hold his forehead against mine and stroke his curly mane, having more peace of mind . . . for now. We end up making a fruit salad and take it into his bedroom for our usual hangout spot. I wouldn't be surprised if my body's frame is dented upon the couch. At one point, Harry takes out his phone and snaps a picture of our hands together. I wonder if its for his Instagram, but instead I chose to remain ignorant.

“What time do you have to go to work tomorrow?” I ask.

“I don't have to leave till ten, but we are doing a prerecorded interview and other stuff. I'll probably be gone all day. . . would you want to go the after party, after your thing with Linda?”

“I'd love to.”

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I had nothing interesting to do all day except catch up on phone calls and another mini esay that Roger assigned me. I'm not the type to procrastinate on homework , meaning, I got that out of the way. Also, I had this inexplicable urge to clean. Playing the stereo as I organized and wiped Harry's kitchen and bedroom down; I even did a bit of dusting in the main room and vacuum. Now I really am a stay-at-home girlfriend.

The anxiety of tonight's surprise had suppressed my appetite. I don't know what was wrong with me lately. Eventually Lou makes it over to give me the passes to the show and lay down the final details; and leaves in a hurry. I get ready, looking forward to my simple black dress and curled hair pinned to the side. Tonight deserves a red lip and my high heels as I have nothing but elated emotions.

After Linda swings by to get me, we make it in no time. The audience sits early and chit chats, there are plenty of young girls, must be for the guests of honor. My leg won't stop twitching, anxiety is all I have running through these veins. Then finally the host comes out and we are signed to applaud. He rambles a bit but I could care less what he's saying, or his accent. I want to see Harry!

“Now, would you please give a warm welcome back to these five talented lads: Niall Horan . . .” the host goes on to name the rest of the members.

When he mentions Harry my heart begins to shake, no steady pounding, just a crazy vibration unsettling my nerves with excitement. The boys look adorable in their handpicked outfits; I asked Lou how they go about that for shows and such. Harry is sitting right in between Liam and Zayn, with Louis and Niall at the end. My face is frozen with a ridiculous smile, like a kid seeing Mickey Mouse for the first time. Linda nudges me non stop, but I hold on to her arm. There can be no distractions.

“So guys, you have been busy since we've last had you here. You have a sold out world stadium tour . . . I mean how can you top that? What's running through your minds?”

“Well, I mean, when you look at the whole picture, we have done so much but in reality we just take it one day at a time and remain thankful for this amazing job we have and love.”

“Yeh, like Liam said, if we think too much about the future or the past things we've done, it just seems a bit overwhelm-ing,” Zayn explains further. “We try to stay grounded and enjoy every part of the journey.”

“That was deep Zayn. I liked that.” Louis pats Zayn's shoulder encouraging him for a good response.

They are so silly, but I can see how the entire crowd is mesmerized by them.

“So Zayn, as we all know, you're engaged . . . do we have a date yet?”

“Well, it will be very soon.”

“Okay, keeping it a secret I see. . . speaking of relationships, three of you have been in very long ones. Through thick and thin, you work hard and stay committed to your girlfriends, I gotta give them more credit for being so patient with you guys. Do they ever admit if they're jealous of your work or your dedication to the fans?”

“No, they've always been super supportive and I know I can speak for the rest of the guys when I say that they understand. And jealousy has never really been an issue,” Louis explains.

“Definitely, they know and believe how much we love'em. Don't get me wrong, we absolutely love our fans-”

“But it's a different kind of love,” Harry adds while playing with his bottom lip.

"Yea, for sure. Different,” Liam puts his arm around Harry and hugs him briefly.

Zayn and Liam begin to twirl their fingers in Harry's curls as he just sits there and smiles with full dimples on display.

“Seems like Harry is quite still the ladies man and man's man,” the host jokes.

“So Harry, do you and Niall think you're cursed? Is there any hope for you meeting a lady any time soon?”

I watch him intently and notice his eyes are glistening as he begins to blush.

“Harry's turning red, go ahead, tell them!” Louis yells.

“Is there something to tell? Have we not been informed, Harry? You are looking rather rosy over there . . . I can even see some sweat begin to form around your hairline.”

The cutest chuckle is heard from Harry's microphone and then silence.

“Yes, there is somebody.”

With that the audience gasps, screams and claps. The boys begin to cheer him on and the host is smiling in shock. My heart has gone from static shock to a blissful hammer, beating its way through my ribs and out of my chest. My goose bumps sting and my hands are sweating cold.

“Did we just reveal this top secret news or what. So tell me Harry, who is this girl? Do we know her?”

“No."

“Okay . . . is she a fan? That's a stupid question since the whole female population is considered to be fans, but . . . is she? Did you meet her at one of your concerts?”

“No, she's not.”

“Well, give me something to work with here Harry. Do you want to keep her a mystery?”

“Well, it's fairly new and I don't want to overwhelm her . . . but she's very special.”

“Harry do you realize there are now broken hearts all over the globe . . . possibly in outer space, if they're listening to our live broadcast. Last question, do you really like this girl, Harry? Because I should say so by the way you reacted moments ago and decided to share the news with the entire UK tonight.”

“I do. I like her more than I think she knows so . . .” Harry concludes with a finger over his lips to keep things quiet.

“Oh wait I have a question,” Louis interrupts. “Is she older, Harry?”

Blushing even more he ducks his head in his lap as Zayn pats his head.

“Is she your nanny, Harry?” the host teases.

“No, only by a year!” Harry raises his hands like he can't help it. “I'm always gonna get picked on for that aren't I?”

The host asks the other guys a few more questions and then its time for them to perform their latest single. I'm still on cloud nine and don't want to leave, but then I get that awaited text from Lou to sneak back to the dressing room. The guys are getting their things ready to leave but Lou takes me to the smaller area of the bathroom where she does the hair and makeup. I wait there unseen by the rest of the band until I hear Harry's voice coming closer.

My eyes haven't stopped streaming happy tears since I heard his confession to the world. The first thing that I want to do is blurt out that I love him, but that would be absurd. . .right?

Notes

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