I woke up the next morning, and Harry was still asleep next to me. I looked over at his beautiful, peaceful, sleeping face. I brushed a few loose strands of hair from his eyes, and kissed his forehead gently. His eyes fluttered, but he didn’t wake up. I smiled a little, and rolled out of bed.
I threw on a white tank top, and a pair of baggy black sweats. I quickly tossed my hair in a messy bun and headed quietly downstairs.
I was going to make Harry breakfast this morning, because I knew he was feeling bad about hurting me yesterday, so I wanted to say thank you, for being with me even though it was hard sometimes.
Harry loved pancakes, and we hadn’t had them in a while, so I was going to make him pancakes and fruit.
I got to work on mixing the batter and cutting some fruit. I wanted to finish everything before Harry woke up.
I was so caught up in cooking that I didn’t hear Harry wake up.
“Alana?” Harry called coming down the stairs.
I darted out of the kitchen, and ran into Harry’s arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and pulled him as close to me as I could.
“Hey baby.” I said snuggling into him.
“Morning.” Harry replied kissing me gently on the lips.
I broke into a huge smile, and Harry looked at me like I was crazy.
“I love you.” I said.
“I love you too.” Harry laughed.
“Will you do me a favor?” I asked sweetly.
“Yes darling.” Harry said holding me close to him by my waist.
“Go back to bed, and I’ll come get you in a few.” I stated.
“Why?” Harry whined.
“No questions, just do it.” I smiled.
“Fine.” Harry said kissing my forehead.
I clapped excitedly, and watched Harry return to our room. Once I saw he was in, I sprinted back to the kitchen to finish breakfast.
I set the now finished pancakes in a plate, and drizzled some syrup on top. I sprayed small doses of whipped cream, and garnished the plate with some fruit. I poured us each a glass of orange juice, and admired my work.
I ran upstairs, to get Harry. I burst into our room, only to hear the water running in the shower.
“Harry!” I shouted.
“In the shower babe!” he called.
“Well finish, you need to come downstairs.” I shouted again.
I heard the water shut, and Harry appeared soaking wet, with only a towel on.
I admired his perfectly toned abs, that glistened from the water resting on them.
“You like what you see?” Harry winked, walking past me.
“You’re hot.” I laughed.
Harry smiled, and pulled some clothes out of his drawer.
“Now hurry and get dressed so you can come downstairs.” I said happily.
Harry looked at me seriously.
“You look really beautiful.” Harry said.
“That was random, but thank you.” I smiled, my cheeks burning a little.
No matter how many times Harry called me beautiful; I would always feel like a little kid being hit on by her crush. Harry made me weak in the knees, and he made my heart race every time I saw him. I was truly in love with this boy.
Harry got dressed, and walked over to me. He took my hand in his.
“Ready?” I squealed.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Harry said smiling at my excitement.
I led him downstairs to the kitchen, and placed my hands over his eyes. I slowly removed my hands.
“Ta dah!” I shouted.
“Aw Alana, thank you. This is so amazing.” Harry said happily.
He pulled me into a hug, and kissed my lips lightly, but it held a lot of passion.
We sat at the table, and began to eat.
“This is going to kill the mood.” Harry said softly after we finished eating.
“What is?” I asked getting a little nervous.
Harry shook his head, and let out a nervous laugh.
“Paul called this morning.” Harry stated.
“Okay?” I asked urging him to continue.
“We leave tonight, to start the tour.” Harry said softly.
“How long will you be gone?” I asked growing sad.
“Six months.” Harry whispered.
I choked back a sob, and bit my lip hard. Harry looked up at me.
“Come here.” Harry said opening his arms.
I dove into his arms, and sobbed into his shoulder. He held me close to him, and didn’t shed a tear.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” Harry said firmly.
I gripped him tightly.
“I can’t do it without you.” I cried.
“You’ll be fine.” Harry stated.
He kept holding me, and I continued to cry.
Six months. Six months until we could hug again. Six months until we could kiss again. Six months until I see his beautiful face in front of me. Six months until he holds me when I cry. Six months before I feel his light breath tickle my face as he leans in for a kiss. Six months.
“You should probably go pack then yeah?” I asked wiping my eyes.
Harry nodded, and grabbed my hand. He led me upstairs, and began opening drawers and throwing his things messily into a suitcase.
I took them all out and began folding them„ as he fiddled around with something across the room.
Everything was mostly silent. I was too upset to speak. I knew the second I opened my mouth hard sobs would come rushing out.
I took a deep breath to compose myself before I spoke.
“What time does your flight leave?” I whispered, and even still my voice cracked.
“I have to be at the airport by twelve.” Harry mumbled not looking up at me.
“Harry it’s eleven.” I muttered, tears streaming from my eyes.
I dropped the shirt I was folding, and buried my face in my hands. Harry rushed over to me, and pulled me into his arms.
“I’m losing everyone.” I cried.
“You aren’t losing me; I’m just going to work.” Harry said.
“For six months.” I sobbed.
“I don’t want to go.” Harry said.
“Trust me, I don’t want you to leave.” I said rubbing his back.
We hugged for a little while longer, and then finished packing. We loaded into the car, drove to the airport. Harry held my hand the entire way, and then we arrived far too quickly.
We got out of the car, and I helped Harry bring his bags inside. All the other boys were in there waiting, and so were Danielle, Eleanor, and Perrie.
I walked over slowly, not wanting everyone to see me break down. No one seemed sad except for me. Harry pulled me into his chest, and rubbed my arm slowly.
“You okay?” he whispered against my hair.
My eyes welled up with tears, and I buried my face into him. All the other boys were smiling and happy, and it was like no one, not even Harry cared that I was practically dying.
Paul came over, and handed each boy there boarding passes. He slipped Harry too, which everyone tried to hide from me.
Harry pulled away from hugging, and went over to Niall. I stood by myself, rocking back and forth slowly, trying not to totally break down.
Harry came back over to me, and got down on one knee.
“The heck are you doing?” I asked totally weirded out.
“Alana Goldberg, will you come on tour with me?” Harry asked holding up the extra plane ticket.
“Harry, that’s really sweet and all, but no.” I said shaking my head.
His whole face dropped, and the twinkle in his eyes disappeared.
“Why not?” he said sounding on the edge of tears.
“I want you to be able to go out and have fun with your friends, and not be wasting all your time with me.” I said.
“Lana I will be a mess without you.” Harry said.
“I don’t want to invade your entire life.” I said.
“You are my entire life.” Harry answered standing up, and grabbing my hands.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you that Perrie was coming?” Zayn said.
I looked over at Perrie.
“The boy speaks the truth.” She stated.
I looked back to Harry, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.
“Okay.” I said.
“Okay you’ll come?” Harry asked not wanting to get his hopes up.
“I don’t have anything though.” I said shaking my head.
“That is where you are wrong LaLa.” Harry smiled.
I looked at him puzzled.
“You see, while you were packing my stuff, I was packing yours.” Harry answered.
I laughed, and jumped into his arms.
“So will you come on tour with me?” Harry asked again.
“Of course I will Harry.” I laughed.
Harry kissed me roughly on the lips.
“I have a rule.” Paul said.
“Neither Zayn, nor Harry, is allowed to have sex while on tour. None of you are.” Paul continued.
Zayn and Harry looked at each other.
“Why punish the girls?” Zayn asked.
“Yeah they did nothing wrong. Neither did we…” Harry added.
“No sex.” Paul said firmly.
We all stood in silence, and waited for the plane to be called. Liam and Danielle said their goodbyes, as did Louis and Eleanor.
Harry took my hand, and we boarded the plane. Harry sat next to Louis, Liam and Niall sat together, and Zayn sat with Paul. I was next to Perrie.
We began talking, and came to find out we had loads in common. Halfway through the flight Harry texted me.
Bathroom…5 minutes don’t be seen. Harry xx
I smiled to myself, and showed Perrie the text.
“In the sky really?” She laughed.
I smiled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you from getting caught, as long as you lovebirds use a condom.” Perrie said.
“We’ve never used a condom.” I laughed.
“Are you on the pill?” Perrie asked.
“No. But I just had my period, so I should be good.” I said.
“For God’s sake be careful.” She laughed hugging me.
Soon enough Harry walked past me to go to the bathroom. He squeezed my boob as he walked by.
“What a perv.” I whispered, causing Perrie to laugh wildly.
We looked over to Paul who was fast asleep, and there were no flight attendants in sight.
“Now?” I whispered to Perrie.
“Go ride that.” She said, and smacked my butt as I stood up.
I laughed like a maniac, and rushed into the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door, two familiar lips crashed onto mine.