It’s been five days since Harry and the guys went for tour. I left the house for the first time since we said ‘see you later’ 20 minutes ago, not quite sure where I was headed. I wound up at our place in the park, on the hill, next to the old swings that had been there since before we were even born. The swings are separate to the rest of the apparatus in the park, alone in such a desolate corner of the usually vibrant area. It wasn’t quite as vibrant as it usually is though and as I sat on the grass that had been dampened by the night air, I wondered just why I had pulled myself from the comfort of my bed and hauled my ass to the park. It occurred to me that, at this point in time, I’d spent five days in the house that Harry and I shared and, bizarrely, our possessions had started to stop reminding me of him. There were many places that Harry and I went together and considered them to be ‘our’ places, and this was one of my favourites.

Even though I had spoken to him 2 hours ago, it felt necessary to call him and let him know where I was. I knew he wouldn’t like the thought of me being out of the house on my own at this time but I wanted him here with me, one way or another. After sitting pretty for 15 minutes, immersing myself in the silence of the park, I retrieved my phone from my pocket, pressing ‘call’ next to his name. It rang several times and I was worried that he wasn’t going to answer, but he picked it up, relief washing over me. “Hello?” Sleep clouded his voice and I realised that I’d woken him up.

I panicked. The fact that it was possible that Harry could be asleep hadn’t crossed my mind. “Harry, I’m super sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep.” He chuckled, telling me that it was fine and asked me how I was. I responded, his voice soothing me. “I’m okay. I’m not home though. I got restless. I came to our place in the park. It reminds me of you. I really miss you.”

“Skyler, it’s midnight. Why did you come out so late? If you couldn’t sleep, why not call me from home? I hate the idea of you being out on your own this late at night.” His tone was one of worry and I knew I had made a mistake coming out here.

I rose to my feet, walking down the hill as I spoke. “Are you angry at me? Harry, please don’t be mad. I just… I just felt like you were slipping away from me. Home doesn’t feel right anymore.” I choked back a sob as I heard Harry pull his bed covers back, a sigh leaving his lips.

“I’m not angry at you, I just hate that I can’t be there to make things better. Can you make your way back home? I’ll sing you to sleep, if it helps…” He trailed off and I filled the silence, letting him know that I was on my way home now.

I’d gotten to our front door just minutes later, climbing the stairs quickly, Harry still on the other end of the phone. He refused to let me hang up and make my own way home, insisting that something could happen to me on the way back through the park. “Okay, I’m home. I’m sorry for scaring you. And waking you up.”

“It’s fine. I told you I’d be here for you as much as I could and I’m doing just that. Are you in bed yet? I want you to sleep well tonight. I’ll be home in a few days.” I could hear him get settled again and I did the same. Tucking myself back into bed and wrapping my body in the duvet, I placed my phone on Harry’s pillow, his voice resounding through the room as I hit the speaker button. “Once you say ‘goodnight’ to me, I’ll sing to you until I fall asleep myself.”

I shimmed down slightly, making myself comfortable. “You have no idea how much I love you. Goodnight, Harry.” I closed my eyes as I heard him tell me he loved me too. The room was silent for a moment but then the air was filled with Harry’s sweet voice and I didn’t feel so alone anymore.

“Said I’d never leave her ‘cause her hands fit like my t-shirt, tongue tied over three words, cursed. Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt, body’s intertwined with her lips…”

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“Tell me girl if every time we touuuuuch, you get this kinda ruuuuuush…” I danced around the kitchen as I made myself breakfast, dialling Harry on Skype and then turning away to grab my toast out of the toaster, still singing loudly.

I was interrupted by one of my favourite noises in the world. Harry had answered my Skype call quicker than he would usually and was now laughing at my terrible singing and what I would call, quite frankly, an awful excuse for dancing. I spun around sharply, mock-annoyance gracing my features as Harry grinned at me. “Oh, don’t stop because of me, please do carry on!” He spoke dramatically, amusement flooding his words.

I shook my head and gave him the finger, leaning over the counter to get closer to my laptop. “Don’t be meaaaaaaan.” I pouted, drawing out my last word for emphasis.

“Anyways, are you wearing my shirt?” Changing the subject, Harry cocked his head to the side and flicked his eyes up and down my body.

I smiled, biting my lip. “Maybe. So what if I am?” I tugged gently at the neck of the white t-shirt I was wearing, the oversized fabric falling back into place when I let go.

Checking over his shoulders, presumably to make sure that no one was around, he responded. “If you are, then you’re more of a tease than I first thought.”

Wordlessly, I stepped back from the laptop and jumped up, sitting myself on the breakfast bar. “Do you like my outfit this morning?” I asked, innocence running through my voice as I toyed with the fabric on my lower half.

I saw Harry move even closer to his laptop, his jaw dropping as he took in exactly what I was wearing. He stuttered his reply, ruining my sultry antics and making me laugh. “A-are those my boxers?”

I leapt down from my place, returning the smirk that had formed on Harry’s lips as our eyes connected. “Yes Harry, yes they are.”

He shuffled around on his elbows, supressing a groan that was fighting to leave his mouth. “I cannot wait to come back home.” He chuckled as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “How are you feeling today? Have you got any plans?”

“I slept amazingly last night, it was just like you were here, so yeah, I’m feeling pretty good today. I might go and see Mum, the walk will be nice seeing as the sun’s out. I haven’t been down in a while and I feel kinda bad. How about you?” I asked, my voice still positive. ‘Kinda bad’ was a huge understatement on my part, though I knew I would make the most of my time with her today.

Harry nodded in understanding before telling me that he and the guys had more press to do today and then they had their penultimate gig this evening. I could see how excited he was as his eyes gleamed. We said our goodbyes and Harry told me to send his love to mum. I smiled at how much he cared.

I finished my breakfast and tidied the kitchen. The thought of speaking to Mum very soon was enough motivation not to sit down and start to watch awful breakfast programmes on TV.

Notes

Hiya!

I have no idea if anyone actually reads these author's notes; they are effectively whatever rubbish is going through my mind at the time!

A little bit of an insight to Skyler's life... Her family are very important to her!

I will update again very soon and would reallyyyyyyy welcome your thoughts in the comment section!

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