Just Harry and I.
I watched Scarlett's car drive away for a minute. A sudden feeling of sadness dawned on me. What was going to happen to us when I went on tour? Like my mum said before, I only get to see them twice a year. That was horrible enough.
I returned back in to my house and my mum and Gemma hugged me.
"That kiss looked pretty intense." Gemma winked.
"You were watching?!" I snapped.
"Maybe." she giggled. My mum punched me playfully on the arm.
"What was that for?" I questioned, confused.
"Why. Can't. You. Date. More. Girls. Like. Her. She's perfect for you Harry. This ones a keeper." she smiled.
"I hope so." I grinned.
"Treat her well because we love her." Gemma walked away and so it was just me and my mum. We sat on the sofa.
"What am I gonna do mum?" I sighed.
"I don't know, Harry." I didn't tell her what I was talking about but she automatically knew. Mothers instinct I guess.
"I don't want to leave her, I can't only see her a few times a year especially when I think I might be-"
"Falling for her?" I nodded.
"How did you know?"
"I can tell when you two are together, Harry. There's something about you two that makes everyone feel better. I'm sure she feels the same way!" she stroked my back. My eyes started filling with water.
"So what do I do?"
"Tell her. You still have a week left before you go back on tour, find out how you feel about her for sure then tell her."
"It's not that simple though, even if she feels the same way I'll still have to leave." A tear escaped my eye. She placed her arm around me and pushed my head on to her shoulder.
"Shh, if it's meant to be, everything will work out. If she likes you half as much as I think she does, she'll wait for you and she'll like you more and more each day. There is skype, there's facebook, there's phones. You guys will make it work. The best relationships are always the most challenging ones." she tilted my head up and wiped away my tear.
-THE NEXT DAY-
I woke up to hear a rather enthusiastic knock on my door. It was 6am. Why?!
"Go away." I snorted.
"Harry it's urgent!" I heard my mother say.
"Come in." I sat up straight in my bed.
"I have an idea. It's pretty out there, but if the guys agree to it I think it could work." she sounded excited.
"Go on..." I smirked, her expression guaranteed this would be good...and it was.
"Right, so. Like I said last night, find out for sure how you feel about Scar," I nodded, waiting for her to continue. "Tell her. Then, ask her to come on tour with yo-"
"I can't just bring a random girlfriend on tour with us! They won't let me." I interrupted her.
"Harry Edward Styles! Let me finish, Mister," she used a serious tone but I could tell she was joking. "She can sing right? She could be a support act."
"MUM THAT'S GENIUS!" I yelled. Pulling her into a huge bear hug.
"Ah. You gotta check with the guys first." she winked.
"I will. What if she gets lonely though? Oh wait, she's not good with big crowds. She'll have a panic attack. They'll recognise her from that photo I showed you that was on the news. It's not gonna work mum." I bit my lip, water filling my eyes up again so my vision became blurry. I wanted her so badly to be able to come with us.
"Woah Harry, one thing at a time. I thought support acts were allowed to bring someone with them? Oh, I see. Talk to her about it anyway, she might surprise you. Harry, they will not recognise her from that picture all you could see was her bloody chin!" she laughed, but I wasn't happy.
"I'll try. I really want this to work."
short but important.