Inseparable

I sat in the backseat, staring out the window at the soaked ground. Sensing my reluctance, Liam graciously offered to drive and I thanked him, sitting in the backseat next to Harry. He ran his hand over mine and rubbed my knuckles soothingly. I wanted badly to curl into a ball and bring him with me but I had to stay strong for the other's sake.

The further we got towards the airport, the heavier the snow got. I always have found snow beautiful but in this case, it's cold and bitter. Like my mood.

I lay my head on Harry's shoulder for comfort and blink back the unshed tears lingering in my eyes. He turns and kisses my forehead, wrapping his long arm around me. Louis tries to make small talk but it dies out as soon as it started.

We turn into the packed airport and Liam parks us as far away from the entrance together. I would help the others with their bags but my arms feel like dead weight and I can barely move them.

We follow the pack through the sliding doors and up to the ticket counter. I branch off and sit near the floor to ceiling windows, staring out into nothing. I haven't spoken since we left and my throat feels tight and constricted.

Harry slides into the empty seat next to me and his hand touches my knee.

"You okay?" He asks, concerned.

I nod, unable to speak, and try not to look at him too much. If I look at him, the tears will resurface and I will break down.

20 minutes later, the scratchy intercom comes over and informs us that it's time to board the plane back to London. We all stand and walk to the boarding dock like zombies. They line up and each take turns saying goodbye to me. Tears are shed but nothing like the ones when Harry walks up to me. The others disperse to give us space.

"Hey," I finally manage to speak and stifle a laugh. This is obviously no time for joking but it does lighten the mood.

"You should come with us," He says lowly.

"I can't pick up everything and leave Harry. I have a life." I'm trying to get it through his thick skull that I don't have the options that he does.

"Come with me for two weeks." He urges but I shake my head and let out a sigh.

"I can't. I'm sorry," My voice cracks. We've only known each other for a few weeks but I feel extremely close to him.

He presses his forehead to mine and interlocks our fingers. "I have to leave."

"I know," I say sadly. He pecks my lips and steps away, closing his hand around the handle on his suitcase.

"Harry, we need to go." Louis steps forward and taps his shoulder. Harry spins angrily and his face is masked with anger.

"Can you give us a minute?" He says sharply. Lou throws his hands up and steps back cautiously.

"I'll see you later," I force a smile.

We lean forward at the same time and our lips connect immediately. I don't want to start a make out scene in the middle of the airport so I keep our movements to a minimum. After we split apart, I give him another quick kiss and watch as he turns around and follows the others slowly.

He turns around and waves goodbye. I smile, a single tear running down my cheek, and wave back. He disappears through the doors that slide close behind him and I sit back down in the chair, holding my knees as the tears refresh.

Notes

I hadn't even noticed that it has been almost two weeks! So for your patient wait, here's a sad chapter for my loyal followers. I'm going on a trip tomorrow so don't expect an update until Sunday :/

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