Save Me From Myself
Chapter Four
I had just left the kitchen, putting breakfast under the grill for Harry and I, unable to get back to sleep in fear that Harry just might not be there when my eyes opened again. It was nearly 8am and I had woken up to get myself a glass of water almost two hours ago. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep – just like any other normal teenager and not a millionaire pop star. It was crazy for me to think that, by day, he was mine, though by night, he was a member of a world-famous band who had millions of adoring fans. In both situations though, he was still the same guy I fell in love with all those years ago.
I looked over at the clock again, breaking my day dream. 07:59. Surely 8am is a reasonable time to wake up and have breakfast? I decided I’d wake Harry up slowly; it was more fun for me that way. Waiting until the clock beamed the wanted digits at me, I turned to my boyfriend who was still sleeping soundly. I gently shuffled my body closer to his, moving his dark locks away from his face. I leant over, pressing my lips to his forehead but causing no disruption to Harry’s sleep at all. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had to think of another way to get his attention. Turning my back to him again, the fabric on my shoulder falling carelessly against his bare chest, I grinded my hips against his passionately, causing his body to shudder at my touch. My head resting in the crook of his neck, I lifted my chin and ran my tongue across my lips, open-mouthed kisses being scattered along his jawline. I heard a low moan in the back of his throat, alerting me that he was beginning to rise from his slumber. I noticed that his eyes were yet to open and so I stole the opportunity to leave him a love bite, very much like the one he had gifted me just days earlier.
As my lips parted from the tender skin on his neck, his eyes began to flutter open, a smirk quickly forming in his lips. “Can you wake me up like that every morning?” His eyes were still half-closed and his voice still sleep-laden.
I giggled as he reached out and stroked my hair, twisting the strands in his fingertips. “I would really love to, but that’s the last time you’re going to experience a wake-up call like that for at least a week. Unless, of course, you can get one of the guys to help you out.”
Harry looked up at me, visibly cringing at the thought of someone else waking him up in such a manner. “I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. I can wait for you.” He paused for a moment, pecking my lips. “Can I smell bacon?” His voice lifted and his face shone with delight when I confirmed that he could, indeed, smell bacon. “You’re the best girlfriend a guy could ever ask for. I am sure as hell going to miss you this week.”
“I’m going to miss you too,” A sad smile hit my face, though I tried to hide how I truly felt. “I’ll go and grab our breakfast; the bus will be here before we know it.”
“Okay, love.” He spoke as he raised his body from the mattress, pulling himself into an upright position. I leant over, touching my lips to his again with force. “You really are spoiling me today.”
“Yeah, Skyler will come out and see us off. Alright mate, catch you soon.” Harry hung up the call, pulling me closer to his side as he realised how little time we had together. “The bus is just leaving Louis’s house now, he said they’ll be about 10 minutes.” I mumbled a response, tears forming in my eyes as reality hit me like a train.
I was wearing Harry’s hoodie, the red one he left behind for me. I made sure that we definitely didn’t pack it when we were putting the final few pieces in his case early today and I had been wearing it ever since. “Baaaabe, I don’t want you to go.” I spoke quickly as I laid against him, holding back the tears that had threatened to fall. “I’m selfish, I don’t want to share you.”
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he moved his lips closer to my ear and started singing softly. “They don’t know about the things we do, they don’t know about the ‘I love you’s, but I bet you if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us.” I smiled, hearing him sing to me was one of my favourite things. “They don’t know about the ‘up all night’s, they don’t know I’ve waited all my life, just to find a love that feels this right. Baby they don’t know about, they don’t know about us.” I changed position, shifting my frame and making eye contact with him. “You’re mine, always. Fans don’t get what you get. They don’t have what we have. They never will.” He swiped his thumb underneath my eye, catching the tear that had started to roll down my cheek.
I nodded nervously, not wanting to ruin our moment together but knowing that I had to get six unconventional words off of my chest. “Harry, I’m so terrified of myself.” My lips trembled and I pulled my eyes shut, blinking away tears as quickly as I could.
“Skyler, listen to me. I will be gone for a week but after that, I’m all yours again. You can call me any time. If I’m in an interview, I’ll leave it to answer your call. If I’m on stage, I’ll stop mid-song to speak to you, even if it’s just because you want to ask me what I think you should have for dinner. I will Skype you every day, whenever I can – I couldn’t bear not seeing you. If you feel like you’re going to do something silly, call me and I’ll talk you out of it. I’ll make it better. Skye, I’d do anything to save you, no matter where I am.” Harry’s voice cracked and, though tears had clouded my vision, I could see that he was getting emotional, his eyes starting to glaze over, red and puffy.
“Words cannot explain how much that means to me, so I’ll show you instead.” I closed my eyes as my lips collided with his, the motion heated in a completely different way than ever before. His touched burned my skin as he lifted my body on top of his so I was straddling his hips. The hunger in our kiss held more emotion than I thought possible and as we broke apart reluctantly, I told myself that I could get through this week. The noise of the bus arriving outside and the horn blowing broke our comfortable silence. I stood up, taking Harry’s hands in mine. “Time to say goodbye.”
We walked through the house hand-in-hand, Harry picking up his case on the way. We got out to the bus, the rest of the guys from One Direction hugging me their farewells and jumping back in the vehicle to let me and Harry have a moment together. “It’s not goodbye, Skyler.” I looked at him, confused. “It’s ‘see you later’. I’ll be back next week. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He held me tight and kissed my lips softly, catcalls leaving the bus and I could see the guys staring out of the windows, looking highly amused. Harry and I both flipped them the finger and we laughed, parting again. Stepping on the bus, he winked at me and blew me a kiss before the doors closed.
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The bus had left 5 minutes ago. I’d been sat on the step outside our house for that time but it felt like hours had passed. I slipped my phone from my pocket, dialling his number. “Skye, is everything okay?”
“No, it’s terrible.” I replied, a mixture of genuine sadness and over-dramatised emotion to my tone. “I miss you already and you’ve not even been gone an hour yet.”
Harry laughed down the phone and I smiled at the noise. “Are you still wearing my hoodie?” I replied, telling him that I definitely was and there was no way in hell that I was going to take it off. “Awesome. Go into our room, draw the curtains and get into my side of the bed. Close your eyes, dream of me and then call me later and tell me what we got up to in your dream, okay love?” I agreed, going through the motions as I was still on the phone. Harry knew that I was at my second happiest when I was asleep and dreaming.
“I love you. I’ll call you later.” I ended the call, placing my phone on the pillow. I took in Harry’s scent, his aftershave transferred onto the fabric that he slept on, sweet thoughts filling my mind as sleep consumed me.
I looked over at the clock again, breaking my day dream. 07:59. Surely 8am is a reasonable time to wake up and have breakfast? I decided I’d wake Harry up slowly; it was more fun for me that way. Waiting until the clock beamed the wanted digits at me, I turned to my boyfriend who was still sleeping soundly. I gently shuffled my body closer to his, moving his dark locks away from his face. I leant over, pressing my lips to his forehead but causing no disruption to Harry’s sleep at all. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had to think of another way to get his attention. Turning my back to him again, the fabric on my shoulder falling carelessly against his bare chest, I grinded my hips against his passionately, causing his body to shudder at my touch. My head resting in the crook of his neck, I lifted my chin and ran my tongue across my lips, open-mouthed kisses being scattered along his jawline. I heard a low moan in the back of his throat, alerting me that he was beginning to rise from his slumber. I noticed that his eyes were yet to open and so I stole the opportunity to leave him a love bite, very much like the one he had gifted me just days earlier.
As my lips parted from the tender skin on his neck, his eyes began to flutter open, a smirk quickly forming in his lips. “Can you wake me up like that every morning?” His eyes were still half-closed and his voice still sleep-laden.
I giggled as he reached out and stroked my hair, twisting the strands in his fingertips. “I would really love to, but that’s the last time you’re going to experience a wake-up call like that for at least a week. Unless, of course, you can get one of the guys to help you out.”
Harry looked up at me, visibly cringing at the thought of someone else waking him up in such a manner. “I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. I can wait for you.” He paused for a moment, pecking my lips. “Can I smell bacon?” His voice lifted and his face shone with delight when I confirmed that he could, indeed, smell bacon. “You’re the best girlfriend a guy could ever ask for. I am sure as hell going to miss you this week.”
“I’m going to miss you too,” A sad smile hit my face, though I tried to hide how I truly felt. “I’ll go and grab our breakfast; the bus will be here before we know it.”
“Okay, love.” He spoke as he raised his body from the mattress, pulling himself into an upright position. I leant over, touching my lips to his again with force. “You really are spoiling me today.”
“Yeah, Skyler will come out and see us off. Alright mate, catch you soon.” Harry hung up the call, pulling me closer to his side as he realised how little time we had together. “The bus is just leaving Louis’s house now, he said they’ll be about 10 minutes.” I mumbled a response, tears forming in my eyes as reality hit me like a train.
I was wearing Harry’s hoodie, the red one he left behind for me. I made sure that we definitely didn’t pack it when we were putting the final few pieces in his case early today and I had been wearing it ever since. “Baaaabe, I don’t want you to go.” I spoke quickly as I laid against him, holding back the tears that had threatened to fall. “I’m selfish, I don’t want to share you.”
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he moved his lips closer to my ear and started singing softly. “They don’t know about the things we do, they don’t know about the ‘I love you’s, but I bet you if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us.” I smiled, hearing him sing to me was one of my favourite things. “They don’t know about the ‘up all night’s, they don’t know I’ve waited all my life, just to find a love that feels this right. Baby they don’t know about, they don’t know about us.” I changed position, shifting my frame and making eye contact with him. “You’re mine, always. Fans don’t get what you get. They don’t have what we have. They never will.” He swiped his thumb underneath my eye, catching the tear that had started to roll down my cheek.
I nodded nervously, not wanting to ruin our moment together but knowing that I had to get six unconventional words off of my chest. “Harry, I’m so terrified of myself.” My lips trembled and I pulled my eyes shut, blinking away tears as quickly as I could.
“Skyler, listen to me. I will be gone for a week but after that, I’m all yours again. You can call me any time. If I’m in an interview, I’ll leave it to answer your call. If I’m on stage, I’ll stop mid-song to speak to you, even if it’s just because you want to ask me what I think you should have for dinner. I will Skype you every day, whenever I can – I couldn’t bear not seeing you. If you feel like you’re going to do something silly, call me and I’ll talk you out of it. I’ll make it better. Skye, I’d do anything to save you, no matter where I am.” Harry’s voice cracked and, though tears had clouded my vision, I could see that he was getting emotional, his eyes starting to glaze over, red and puffy.
“Words cannot explain how much that means to me, so I’ll show you instead.” I closed my eyes as my lips collided with his, the motion heated in a completely different way than ever before. His touched burned my skin as he lifted my body on top of his so I was straddling his hips. The hunger in our kiss held more emotion than I thought possible and as we broke apart reluctantly, I told myself that I could get through this week. The noise of the bus arriving outside and the horn blowing broke our comfortable silence. I stood up, taking Harry’s hands in mine. “Time to say goodbye.”
We walked through the house hand-in-hand, Harry picking up his case on the way. We got out to the bus, the rest of the guys from One Direction hugging me their farewells and jumping back in the vehicle to let me and Harry have a moment together. “It’s not goodbye, Skyler.” I looked at him, confused. “It’s ‘see you later’. I’ll be back next week. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He held me tight and kissed my lips softly, catcalls leaving the bus and I could see the guys staring out of the windows, looking highly amused. Harry and I both flipped them the finger and we laughed, parting again. Stepping on the bus, he winked at me and blew me a kiss before the doors closed.
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The bus had left 5 minutes ago. I’d been sat on the step outside our house for that time but it felt like hours had passed. I slipped my phone from my pocket, dialling his number. “Skye, is everything okay?”
“No, it’s terrible.” I replied, a mixture of genuine sadness and over-dramatised emotion to my tone. “I miss you already and you’ve not even been gone an hour yet.”
Harry laughed down the phone and I smiled at the noise. “Are you still wearing my hoodie?” I replied, telling him that I definitely was and there was no way in hell that I was going to take it off. “Awesome. Go into our room, draw the curtains and get into my side of the bed. Close your eyes, dream of me and then call me later and tell me what we got up to in your dream, okay love?” I agreed, going through the motions as I was still on the phone. Harry knew that I was at my second happiest when I was asleep and dreaming.
“I love you. I’ll call you later.” I ended the call, placing my phone on the pillow. I took in Harry’s scent, his aftershave transferred onto the fabric that he slept on, sweet thoughts filling my mind as sleep consumed me.
Notes
Hiya!Just another insight into Harry and Skyler's relationship... Harry's gone! How sad for Skyler... How ever will she cope?!
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12/13/13