"That question isn't up to me." Harry said shaking his head.

I knew what I wanted to say, but something inside me wouldn't let me. Suddenly one of the flight attendants came our way. Only giving her full and undivided attention to Harry. Though she didn't need to try too hard because Harry was already focused. I didn't catch her name before boarding the flight, but she was short and was maybe a few years older than us. Nevertheless that didn't stop her from unknowingly intimidating with her looks. Her ridiculously long blond curly hair, that bounced when she spoke made her even more perfect. She even had the ability to have a perfect figure while fashioning a unembellished and ordinary uniform. I stopped looking at them when I finally caught myself. Because for a split second I hated the way he looked at her and not me. What were they even talking about?
I was finally transported out of my head when I noticed she walked away.

"We are going to have to land." Harry said rubbing his forehead back and forth. I was feeling suddenly alarmed and slightly panicked.

"What? Why?" I asked in a frenzy.

"Due to the weather, and for our safety because of size. We are going to spend the night somewhere and jet off by sunrise." He answered.

"Are you okay?" I concernedly asked him.

"Not really!" He smiled. But it wasn't because he was happy. Not knowing what else I could say or do. I looked down at my hands almost sorry I asked. I was ready to give Harry my answer but he got up from his seat and walked over to model behavior. My suppressed in feelings were tearing at the seam. My mood swings were rubbing off on him and driving us both insane. I wanted to curl up into a ball and sob. The world I crafted in my head I longed for the days I could return.

There are so many things I want to say to Harry, so many words that's left unspoken. I regret how fast we move, because it actually scares me at how much I love Harry. "Sutton said we should land soon." Harry unwillingly told me. "Okay." I whispered.

Under thirty minutes we had a lay over in a town near the state line of Maine. Was he just taking me home? If so what was all that crap about wanting two weeks with me? I had been so hypnotized looking at the daunting sky. I didn't even notice that we were back on the ground. I thought about calling my mom to let her know I was fine, but I realized I didn't remember her phone number, my cellphone battery was dead, and lastly we didn't leave exactly on good terms. My fault mostly, but why did suddenly everything feel like it was my fault?
Harry and I didn't really talk the car ride over to the hotel. He sat spaces away from me making multiple calls on his phone. Walking into the lobby it felt insanely weird. Even though I was shy and awkward. As the on goers came and went their slight whispering created noise as they watched Harry but pointed at me. I suddenly felt so self conscious. My hair was damp and it clung to my scalp. My clothes were drenched in rain water. I wore no makeup so the bags under my eyes from being restlessness must've made me look like a corpse bride. I stared at my shoes while I followed in behind Harry up to the help desk. I listened to Harry talk with the receptionist in his charming manner.

"Looks like we are booked up for the night." The man behind the counter said, as he continued to type on his computer.

"Well do you know of any hotels near by?" Harry asked, pulling out his phone again.

"Let me just double check for your Mr.Styles." The receptionist said typing away again. I stood next to Harry and I could see out of the corner of my eye he was watching me. I continued on looking at the ground. As I clutched onto my duffel I pondered over the contents. Whatever was inside of it made my weak arms shake. Within one swipe Harry lifted the duffel bad over his shoulder.

"Ah! Perfect I have one standard queen size. No microwave but a small fridge and a complementary coffee machine."

"That's fine, thank you." Harry said pulling his wallet out of his pocket. Harry was just as soaked as I was but he managed to stay looking unbelievably desirable. Walking up to the elevators I was pretty sure we were being followed. I heard hushed giggles behind us and I was so curious to turn around. Looking over my shoulder I saw two wide eyed preteens clutching each other by the arm. Forcefully pushing the elevator door button hoping it would open. They caught up to us. The two girls walked around in front of us unable to make full sentences due to their non stop squealing from excitement. Harry stopped to talk with them.

"Is that her? Is that Victoria Chambers?" One girl asked. My head could've rolled off of my neck by how fast I looked up. I mean I am nobody after all! I looked to Harry who did his best in trying to act natural. Pretending everything was fine between us.

"Hello." I waved nervously.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh!" They scream in synced.

"I'm so happy you didn't die!" One of the girls said, then swiftly covering her mouth.

"Rachel!" The other girl said nudging her friend by the elbow. "Thank you." I said unsure if that was something you said thank you to.

"You and Harry are hashtag goals!" The one who isn't Rachel said. "It's so obvious that your souls intertwine." Rachel added.
Harry didn't know what to say to that. Which was actually kind of funny to watch.

"How kind of you to say!" He said pressing his lips together trying no to laugh either. This exchange lasted for another two minutes or so before one of them asked for a picture. Harry was happy to do it, I on the other hand was reluctant to participate. The two girls looked around Chloe's age and the thought of her made me miss her more.

"Sure." I said.

Possibly more than one photo were taken and after Harry waved goodbye the ,two girls went on their way. Stepping onto the elevator I got a sense of Deja Vu. The same ordeal happened at the party the night of the accident. At least back then I was more put together in my former life. This tailspin I live in now grows more confusing everyday. The static in my head doesn't stop building up. Waiting on the elevator I watched as the numbers highlighted as the levels went up.

"Our souls are intertwined." Harry joked.

"That's so hashtag goals of us." I said going along. Harry and I haven't spoke since our briefly interrupted conversation. So this was refreshing. "You know sometimes it feels like it." I said.

"Feels like what?"

"Like I died or something. I know that sounds crazy but I'm having to readjust to everything all over again. And it's not as easy as it looks. I should've been in college by now. I have no money and absolutely no clue where I'm going with my life at this point. Honestly I may be crazy because I don't care." I breathed.

"And why is that?" He turned to ask me.

"Because even when I'm not with you, you always lead me back to where it should be." I told him.

Releasing my kept in sigh I stepped off the elevator. Not completely sure where I was headed but I was hoping my feet were guiding me down the right path to the room. Harry caught up behind me. So I guess I was. Reaching the door and just as Harry opened it he stopped with the door slightly ajar.

"Did you mean what you said?" His eyes burning, our height difference making him bend his neck down.

"I did-" Though before I could finish my sentence Harry's lips were on mine. Kissing me slowly at first, our movement was in sync. It had been days since our last kiss and even a longer time when we last slept together. Harry grabbed my lower back with one hand still need not letting go. Pulling me closer to him, kissing me and curving me into his arms.He kicked opened the door and tossed both of our bags to the side. Alternating positions I was in front of Harry wrapping my arms around his neck as he pushed the door shut.
Our breathing was rushed as we gasped for air between each kiss. Harry left soft kisses on my parted lips. Taking his hand to my face, Harry guided his fingers gently down my chin, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. Burning me with each touch. Feeling brave I moved my hands down his torso his dark blue t-shirt clung to him. He slowly kissed me under my ear to under my chin then kissing me harder against my neck. Trying to take his shirt off was a task because of how damp it was. Harry leaned back and in one fluid motion he rolled his shirt off. I never noticed so many tattoos on his left arm or the ones down by his stomach. I traced my left hand over his abdomen. His body was so different than I remembered.

Returning his focus to me he began moving his bottom lip across my clavicle bone. Going down my chest making his way to the top button on my blouse. Undoing the first one with his teeth he continued to go further down. Tracing his hands down my waist we were touching skin to skin. Stopping briefly our faces were close but barely touched. We didn't speak, just moved. Harry ran the bridge of his nose along the side of my jawline, as he moved his skilled fingers though my hair. Faster this time when we kissed our tongues weaved together. The straps of my bra were falling down and Harry walked me backwards carefully laying me down on the bed.

All I kept thing about was how amazing this felt, like it was home. One thing was certain, I wanted him extremely bad. I craved it. As he started unhooking my bra I had to stop him.
"Wait, wait!" I gasped for air. Disappointed I had to put an need to this. Harry who was hovered over me look down at me. His hair fell down in his eyes and we watched each other for a moment. Aside from Harry's many talents he had another one and that was being able to go from sexy to sweet. "We don't have coverage." I confessed.

"Condoms Victoria?" He said leaning down laughing kissing my shoulder. "'You never could say that word." He smiled and laughed.

"It's on my list of cringe words. Oh my god that just came to me." I said covering my face with my hands.

"Maybe sex is the cure to memory lost." Harry said.

"Ha! Remind me while I love you again?" I told him.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved!" I answered. I only ate once today and it was not even a full meal. "Well I'm actually hungry for something else." He said getting up and kissing my knee.

Harry and I both decided we would order food. While Harry showered I stayed in the room riffling through my bag. I found countless pairs of blue jeans, a few tops, undergarments and my sketch book. I opened my old wallet to see what was inside. My driver license, social, an ATM card, a gift card to Einstein Bros bagels and forty-five dollars in cash. To my surprise I had a cellphone underneath it all. I picked it up and pressed it to see if it would even come one. The battery was low, but I saw I had several missed calls from a stranger I knew too well.

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