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a million tiny little things

thirteen

Harry awoke the following morning feeling slightly confused as the light of the dawn cascaded through the windows at a different angle than he was familiar with. It took just a moment for him to realise he was not at home, but lying beside the most lovely girl. He smiled to himself as he glanced across the bed at Fallon. Her messy hair poured across the pillow, her mouth slightly open. Still, she was a beautiful sight. They’d fallen asleep together, Fallon’s body a perfect fit against Harry, but sometime throughout the night, she’d found her way back to the edge of the bed. He was not sure if it was her natural form of sleeping, or if she’d intentionally moved from him in the night, but he wanted her body against his as she had the night before.

Quietly, Harry slid across the bed and draped his arm across Fallon’s hips. He rested his head beside her, the loose t-shirt exposing her skin, and pressed a light kiss against her bare shoulder. “Hi, babe…” he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. He didn’t want to disrupt her sleep, but he couldn’t wait until she woke to touch her. He found her hand, bent near her neck, and gave it a squeeze. “Your hair’s a proper wreck…” he teased, kissing her shoulder again.

“Mmm… shut up,” Fallon retorted, a small smile tickling her lips as her eyes remained closed. Her skin tingled as Harry dotted her shoulder with his sweet kisses. His arms wrapped around her body brought her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt before, a calming of the storms in her heart. Safe in his arms, Fallon could almost believe there was nothing to fear, all the world was sunshine, beautiful trees and kind people. But there was still a part of her, a quiet, hesitant voice that couldn’t let herself completely melt against Harry’s warm body. He was making quick work of removing the bricks around her heart, but he still had a long way to go.

“S’okay…” Harry murmured into her messy hair. “You’re still pretty…” His lips found her shoulder again and her skin, cool from exposure, was a contrast to his warm lips. He was lucky enough to not wake up with a massive case of morning wood, but his luck would not continue if he kept his lips on Fallon’s soft skin. Still, he made no motion to move away from her. He traced his fingers up her arm, his touch light enough he could see goosebumps forming along her skin.

Fallon shook her head. “I just woke up,” she reminded him, her free hand pushing a lock of hair from her forehead. “I’m sure I’m a mess…” She looked down, his gorgeous hands causing goosebumps to poke up across her skin. She shifted her position, pressing her back closer to Harry. Her body warmed as she remembered the night before and how amazing his hands felt on her breasts. She hadn’t let him touch her under her bra, but she had wanted to. But the fear of him leaving her after, no matter how unlikely the thought may have been, stopped her.

Harry scoffed. “Never,” he assured her. He felt Fallon push against him, so he tightened his grip and pulled her closer to him. Her bottom pressed against him, and he let out a silent prayer, hoping he could keep his erection at bay.

Fallon glanced over her shoulder, meeting Harry’s sleepy eyes. “Hmm… If you say so,” she lightly teased. It was odd, albeit lovely, waking up next to Harry, and she didn’t know what to do next. Did she kiss him? Despite Harry’s declaration of her hotness, morning breath was not attractive. Did they lay together and share stories, as they had the night before? Did she get out of bed and let him know it was okay if he wanted to go home, even though she didn’t want him to leave? She hated how inexperienced she was.

“Did you sleep well?” Fallon added, turning from Harry’s face and focusing her attention on his hands. She ran her thumb across his knuckles, tracing her fingers along his.

“Mm-hmm,” Harry hummed, resting his head on Fallon’s shoulder as he watched her caress his hand. “I like waking up with you,” he murmured into her ear. He hoped they would have many more mornings together, but as he was leaving for a month, it wouldn’t be soon. He wished he knew what would happen over that month and what would happen when he came home. Would they pick up where they left off? Would they have to start from square one? He didn’t want to lose what they’d already developed. If he could only work up the nerve to ask her if she wanted to date him, and only him, perhaps they would have a better foundation before he left. But the thought of her potential rejection nauseated him, so he kept his words to himself.

Fallon smiled. “I like waking up with you too,” she whispered. Despite her morning breath fear, she rolled over and faced Harry. She covered her mouth as Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have morning breath…” she told him with a sheepish giggle.

Harry laughed. “So do I,” he pointed out. He didn’t care if Fallon’s breath could wake the dead, he had to kiss her. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and guided her face towards him before lightly feathering his lips against Fallon’s, his movement still dreamy with sleep.

“You taste delicious,” he whispered, forgetting about his own morning breath until he spoke. “Hope I do too,” he added with a chuckle.

“I think you’re okay,” Fallon teased. Even if he wasn’t, she wouldn’t have cared. Morning breath or not, he was delicious. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arm behind her head as she looked up at Harry. How did such a beautiful creature end up beside her in her bed? It was baffling and made no sense to her.

“What are you looking at?” Harry asked, reaching across Fallon’s torso and tickling her side. He didn’t wait for her to answer before pressing another kiss against her lips. He let his lips linger against hers for a moment before huffing out a loud sigh. “I don’t want to go…” he moaned, dropping his head into the pillow beside Fallon.

Fallon was not sure if he meant he didn’t want to leave her house, or he didn’t want to go on tour, or both, but she nodded in agreement. “I don’t want you to either…” she admitted. She was getting used to seeing Harry every few days, and a month would seem like an eternity. Not to mention, she couldn’t shake the idea of the crazy groupies throwing themselves at Harry. Would he take the bait? He could do whatever he wanted to do, but she hoped he wouldn’t. Unbeknownst to her, she frowned.

Harry watched Fallon’s face crumple into a scowl and he tickled a kiss against her frowning forehead. “Frowny pants,” he commented airily. She was as easy to read as a children’s book. He hated upsetting her, but he liked that she was going to miss him. He would miss her, too.

Fallon waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, I’m fine,” she lied. She toyed with the corner of her sheet, wishing she could boldly voice her concerns to Harry, but she couldn’t think of a way to say please don’t have sex with other girls that didn’t sound controlling, pathetic, or both. And if the thought wasn’t already on his mind, her request would make her sound untrusting as well.

Harry could tell she was lying, but he didn’t push it. He buried his face against her hair and tightened his hug. “I’ll miss you, too…” he confessed to Fallon. “Kind of getting used to seeing you all the time, you know?” He felt his face warm at his confession, but Fallon’s frowning face assured him she felt the same way.

“Yeah…” Fallon answered. She smiled at his admission. “But at least I’ll get to watch Grown Ups 2 without you complaining,” she teased, pushing the conversation to the humorous side. It was too early, too caffeine-free for a sad conversation about his trip.

Harry rolled his eyes. “So I guess it’s a good thing I’m going, huh?” he teased back. He was pathetic, he knew, but he wanted to hear her tell him she would also miss him.

Fallon bit her lower lip. Confessing her feelings were far from her forte, but she shook her head, ever so slightly. “No,” she whispered.

“No?” Harry repeated, unable to hide the bright grin on his face. “But it’s Grown Ups 2, babe. Practically an Oscar winner.”

“I know,” Fallon answered, squeezing the sheet into her fist. She kneaded the fabric as she forced her words out. “I just… I’d rather watch something like Toy Story. With… you…” she added unnecessarily.

Harry grinned, watching Fallon manhandle the fabric. He adored her quirky idiosyncrasies. He covered her hand with his. “Me too,” he assured her. “Even though you talked through the whole damn trilogy…” he teased, clucking his tongue with facetious disapproval.

Fallon shook her head. “Whatever you say,” she sighed. She rolled back onto her side and pressed her forehead against Harry’s. “I’m not…” She licked her lips, feeling nauseated. “I’m not good at… talking and feelings and stuff, but I…” She blew out a breath, directly into Harry’s face. “Sorry!” she apologised as he instinctively recoiled.

Harry laughed. “You do have morning breath,” he teased. He pressed a kiss against Fallon’s aghast face. “But what were you saying?” he urged. “But you…?”

Fallon inched down the bed and rested her head under Harry’s chin. “I’m just… I’m going to miss you, too…” she whispered. Please, please, please don’t make me regret it.

Her words caused a flock of butterflies to awaken in Harry’s stomach and he grinned as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “Aww, babe…” he cooed quietly. “You’re… pretty amazing, you know that? I…” He trailed off, realising it would be the perfect time to ask her if she would be his girlfriend. It was terrifying, but she wouldn’t say no if she was going to miss him while he was away, would she?

“Hey, Fallon, I…” Harry stopped as he heard his phone ring from deep inside his jeans pocket. Of fucking course, he thought to himself. He groaned and kissed Fallon’s head again. “Hold that thought,” he told her, rolling over and reaching for his pants. He peered at the call ID before answering. Goddamn Niall.

“What… ‘s up?” Harry asked, changing his tone from angry to cordial. It wasn’t Niall’s fault he caught him about to ask Fallon to be his girlfriend.

“Where are you, mate?”

Harry glanced at Fallon. “I’m, uhm… not… I’m with Fallon….” he answered. His first reaction was to keep his whereabouts under his hat. He didn’t want Niall to be his typical vulgar self when he found out where Harry was, and that was not fair to Fallon. But keeping their time together a secret was even more unfair. “Why?”

Niall hooted loudly. “Did the Disney kid show you her Magic Kingdom, huh, huh?”

“Don’t fucking be rude,” Harry warned. He looked over at Fallon and hoped she didn’t hear Niall’s comment. “Why’ve you rung?”

Fallon heard Niall’s comment through the phone and rolled her eyes. It was witty, but she wouldn’t give Harry’s friend the satisfaction of a chuckle. She swung her legs off the bed and stood up. “I’m just going to make coffee,” she whispered. She didn’t think Harry would talk with as much vulgarity as Niall, but if he did, she didn’t want to hear it.

“Cause we had plans to meet at yours at ten!”

Harry looked at the time. Ten-oh-four. “Shit, sorry, I…”

“Yeah, yeah… You got nice and busy!” Niall laughed. “She looks like a… like a… Mr Toad’s Wild Ride ha! Get it?”

Harry scowled. “Don’t talk about her like that,” he warned. “Look, I’ll be home soon. Just… go inside and eat, or something.”

“Is that what you’re going to do?”

“Goodbye, Niall.”

Harry fumbled for his jeans and pulled them on before darting out of the bedroom. He found Fallon in the kitchen, scooping grounds into the coffee maker. “Sorry, babe…” he said to her, sidling up beside her and pressing a kiss against her cheek.

Fallon didn’t answer right away, concentrating on scooping the grounds. She closed the top of the machine and turned it on before turning to Harry. “Magic Kingdom, huh?” she mused. “Something like a… California Adventure might have been funnier…” She refused to admit Niall’s comment was a little humorous.

Harry snickered. “Sorry,” he apologised again. “He thinks he’s funny…”

Fallon shrugged. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “It was a little funny…” She held up a warning finger. “Don’t ever tell him I said that!”

“Don’t worry,” Harry answered. “He doesn’t need a reason to keep making stupid jokes!”

Fallon reached into the cupboard and pulled out a coffee mug. She hesitated, her hand on a second cup. “I guess…” She sighed. “I guess you can’t stay, can you?” Her lip jutted out into a pout. She was not ready to say goodbye.

Harry didn’t answer. He wrapped his arms around Fallon and held her close, his chin resting on her head. “Not really…” he confessed, echoing her sigh. “Fuck… we fly out at, like… five tomorrow morning, and I’ve not even packed…”

Fallon sighed again, wrapping her arms tight around Harry’s waist. “I didn’t realise you were leaving so soon,” she answered, almost apologetically. “I would have… You didn’t have to stay…”

Harry laughed. “I wanted to,” he reminded her. “You couldn’t have got rid of me, even if you tried,” he teased. He rubbed his hands up and down Fallon’s back as he tried to work up the courage to continue their conversation from earlier. But before he could, his phone rang again.

“Jesus Christ,” he cussed, releasing Fallon before reaching for his phone. “What the fuck, Niall?” he greeted, his annoyance clear in his voice.

“Your fucking code isn’t working!” Niall whined. “I can’t get in the house!”

Harry huffed out a long sigh. “Oh-two-oh-one,” he reminded his friend. “It‘s the same as the gate. The same as my PIN number. The same as my phone. It’s fucking the same as everything, Niall.”

“It’s not oh-one-oh-two?”

“Did oh-one-oh-two work?” asked Harry with a roll of his eyes.

“Oh! I’m in. Hey, do you have cereal?” Niall wondered.

Harry wanted to throw his phone across the room. “Go fucking look!” he practically shouted. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Sounds good!” answered Niall, his voice irritatingly cheerful. “Bye!”

Harry ended the call and scowled as he enveloped Fallon again. The interruptions were making it more difficult to work up his nerve. He was sure the thumping of his heart could give her a fat lip. “Sorry…” he mumbled into her hair. “Niall’s a fucking idiot.”

“I’m figuring that out,” Fallon giggled. Harry’s heart was beating so loud. “Your heart is racing,” she whispered. “Are you okay? Do you have high blood pressure?”

Harry laughed. “No,” he answered, squeezing Fallon tighter. “You’re pretty cute though, concerned about me,” he teased, pressing a kiss on top of her head.

“I just don’t want a dead body in my house,” Fallon quipped, letting out a loud laugh as Harry playfully tugged her hair.

“So cheeky,” Harry replied, clucking his tongue as he pulled back from Fallon. He looked into her eyes as he ran his fingers through her knotted hair and tugged her face to his. He couldn’t believe he had to leave this girl for an entire month. Nothing will change, he reminded himself, despite not knowing what a month would bring. It was a blip, and yet an eternity.

“You like it,” Fallon whispered, a smirk forming on her lips as her eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and lips.

Harry read her signal and ducked his head, feathering his lips against Fallon’s. “Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh. “I do…” He pulled back and smiled at her, mentally urging himself on. “So I, uhm… Fuck sake!” he exclaimed, interrupting himself as his phone rang again. “I’m going to kill that kid,” he seethed when he saw Niall’s name across his phone.

“He might have a crush on you,” Fallon teased as Harry answered the call.

“Sorry, sorry!” Niall apologised before Harry could utter a word. “But there’s this guy here, a gardener, says he’s taking over for the other guy? He’s got a proper thick accent, mate, and he’s pissed. Guess you were going to meet him, too.”

“Bloody hell,” Harry sighed. He’d completely forgotten about the gardening company sending a new landscaper by his house. He didn’t care if he made Niall wait, but he needed someone to tend to his yard while he was away. “Okay, fuck… I’ll leave now,” he grumbled. He ended the call and looked down at Fallon.

“Aww, babe…” he sighed, her pouting lips breaking his heart. It was a crazy, fleeting thought, and it left his mind as quickly as it entered, but he was almost certain he would give up everything and stay with her if she asked him to.

“I get it,” Fallon quickly assured Harry. She didn’t want him feeling bad because he had to leave and she didn’t want him to. She found his hands and gave them a squeeze. “It’s just a few weeks,” she added, hoping to reassure him as well as herself. “And I think you kind of like performing a bit…”

Harry shrugged. “I like doing this more,” he whispered, capturing Fallon’s lips. His eyes closed as her velvety soft skin touched his. Her dainty fingers traced along his back, her touch inciting chills along his skin. His heart felt massive, as though it could burst out of his chest. He did not want to let her go.

“Me too,” Fallon echoed. Their lips moved together like two dancers sashaying, like they had been dancing together for centuries, not just days. His lips were plump and warm and her heart ached as he cupped her face, knowing she wouldn’t be able to taste him tomorrow or the next day. She did not want to let him go.

But, with a sigh, she did. She didn’t want Harry‘s lateness to annoy Niall – even though Niall annoyed her. “Okay, well… if I don’t kick you out now, I’m going to end up taking you hostage, so…”

Harry wiggled his eyebrows. “That’s not a threat, babe,” he laughed. He chewed on his lower lip, now feeling too rushed to ask Fallon to be his girlfriend. He didn’t want to ask her and then bolt, but he also didn’t want to wait a whole month to call her that. But she deserved his full attention and his time, and he didn’t have that to spare. It would have to wait.

“Good,” Fallon answered, watching as Harry retrieved his shirt from the living room. A small smirk crossed her face as she recalled the night before and the discarding of tops. She hoped next time she saw Harry, they would discard more than just their shirts.

“Oh!” Fallon ducked back into the kitchen and found the Tupperware of pasta sauce in the fridge. Along with the second bottle of wine, she placed it in a grocery bag and met Harry at the front door. “Can’t forget your treats,” she told him, looping the bag on Harry’s arm.

“You’re a treat,” Harry countered. He looked in the bag. It was incredibly sweet she was sending him home with leftovers. “But babe, you can keep the wine. I won’t have time to drink it…”

Fallon shrugged. “Well… keep it at your house and… I can come there? And drink it with you? When you’re back?” she suggested, her voice taking on a questioning tone. Even though it was a month off, she liked the idea of having plans with Harry as soon as he returned.

Harry grinned. “Absolutely,” he promised. “The second I’m home, your hot little ass better be there,” he told her, punctuating his comment by giving her bottom a squeeze.

“That’s not a threat either,” Fallon pointed out with a laugh. Her body jolted as he touched her bottom, and she found a bit of bravery deep inside her. Following Harry’s lead, she cupped his bottom in her hand.

“Frisky…” Harry commented, surprised by her touch. Why couldn’t you have been friskier last night? he wondered, but he knew well enough to not say the words. Besides, despite the chastity of their night, it had been the best evening he’d ever had. He kissed her again, deeper and with more passion this time, as it would be the last time he kissed her for a month.

“Fuck, okay, I have to go… or else I won’t…” Harry sighed. Still, he kept his arms around Fallon. He made no motion to move and realised he missed her already. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m going to text you at annoying hours, and miss you when you don’t answer because you’re sleeping but… you can do the same to me, okay?”

Fallon pulled from Harry and smiled as she looked into his eyes. “Deal,” she promised. “You better text me an obscene amount,” she added with a bashful smile. She glanced down for a moment before meeting Harry’s eyes again. She wanted to correct herself, to put up the wall and laugh it off, to tell him she was just kidding. It took everything she had to not recant her words and save face, but she didn’t.

Harry laughed. “You’re going to be so sick of me by the time I’m back,” he joked. He hoped there wouldn’t be any truth to his words, but despite his self-doubt, there was something with Fallon. Something different, and something told him she wouldn’t be sick of him, even if he texted her a dozen times before sunrise.

“I won’t,” Fallon promised him. “Just as long as you’re not sick of me and all my texts.”

“Never,” Harry assured. “Okay, babe…” he sighed out. “I’ll see you in just a couple weeks. A few, short weeks…”

Fallon nodded. “Have so much fun,” she reminded him, even though she would rather he have fun with her than on tour. She stretched up and found his lips again, kissing him for just a moment before nudging him towards the door. “Niall’s going to kill you,” she laughed against his mouth.

“Yeah,” Harry murmured. He gripped Fallon’s waist with one hand and reached behind him with the other, looking for the doorknob. Once the latch gave way, he pulled back from Fallon and caressed her cheek. “I’ll see you soon…” he lamented, squeezing her hand as he stepped out of her apartment.

“Bye, babe…” Fallon sighed, forcing herself to give Harry a smile before closing the door behind him. She watched him jog down the steps, her heart sinking as he got into his car and disappeared out of her sight. She couldn’t believe how much she already missed him. June was about to become the worst month ever.

Harry sighed as he drove away from Fallon’s house. He already missed her, and he’d only just let her go. He was kicking himself for not manning up and making things official with her before he left. The thought would plague his mind for the rest of the month. Despite his love for touring, June was not going to be a fun month.

**

“It’s only a month…”

Fallon looked up at Jasmine. Thirty-four days, she wanted to correct. “I know,” she replied instead as she rearranged her Scrabble tiles. “It’s fine, it’s not that long,” she added, more to remind herself than continue the conversation.

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “It’s written all over your face that it’s not fine,” she pointed out. “You’ve fallen down the rabbit hole hard, haven’t you?”

“I guess…” Fallon said with a nonchalant shrug. Jasmine’s observation was a vast understatement. “I don’t really know what we’re doing though, so… I guess I’m just… trying to not get in too deep,” she added.

“What don’t you know?” wondered Jasmine. “You’re dating him. What else is there to know?”

Fallon laid a few letter tiles across the board. “We’ve gone on a couple dates,” she corrected. “We aren’t dating.”

Jasmine let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck, you kids make everything so complicated,” she scolded. “Didn’t he say he wasn’t seeing anyone else?”

“Well, yeah but –”

“And didn’t you tell him the same?”

Yes, but –”

Jasmine held up her hand. “But nothing,” she interrupted. “If he’s not seeing anyone else… and you’re not seeing anyone else… explain to me how this isn’t an exclusive thing.”

Fallon rolled her eyes. “Because he hasn’t asked me!” she exclaimed. “We haven’t talked about it! Just because we aren’t seeing other people doesn’t mean we are only seeing each other. He’s busy and… and… gone and… maybe he doesn’t want a girlfriend!” She frowned at the thought. Given his schedule, it was very likely, and she didn’t like it.

“Maybe he does,” Jasmine countered. “You didn’t ask him either.”

“I almost did,” Fallon admitted. “But then I almost threw up, so I didn’t.”

Jasmine took a sip of her coffee. “So now, you’re going to spend the next month wanting to throw up as you wonder how the conversation will go when he comes home,” she teased.

Fallon glared at Jasmine. “Shut up,” she told her. She cracked her knuckles anxiously. “I just fucking wish I knew…” she groaned. “Now I’m just going to wonder if he’s hanging out with other girls because different area codes and all that…” She sighed. “Do you think he will? No, wait… don’t answer that. He won’t.” She looked at Jasmine, her brow furrowed. “Will he?”

“Oh, Christ…” Jasmine sighed. “You are going to drive yourself insane if you think like that. Do I think he won’t? Absolutely. Do I know he won’t? Nope. And neither do you,” she reminded Fallon. “So stop worrying about it and just carry on how you’ve been carrying on. He likes you. He wouldn’t spend all this time with you, stay the night with you, watch fucking Toy Story with you if he didn’t.”

“I know he likes me,” Fallon argued. “I’m not that stupid. But does he like me enough to call me his girlfriend?” She shrugged. “No idea.”

“Do you like him enough to call him your boyfriend?”

“No, I’m sitting here stressing about it because I don’t want him to be my boyfriend,” Fallon said sarcastically. “Obviously!”

Jasmine placed her Scrabble tiles on the board and jotted down her score. “You know if he’s your boyfriend… you can’t hide everything from him anymore,” she reminded Fallon. “You’d have to tell him all the things you don’t want to.”

“Not everything,” Fallon answered, her head dropping.

Everything,” Jasmine reiterated. “You can’t start something with someone if you have secrets.”

Fallon’s stomach knotted. “Do you think he won’t want to be with me?” she asked in a whisper. “I mean… if he finds out and… thinks it’s weird or fucked up or… Fuck… I don’t want to tell him. He’ll think it’s weird. He’ll think I’m weird.”

“I doubt he will,” Jasmine assured her. “But you have to tell him. You can’t just spring it on him when your dad visits or something. That’s not fair.”

Fallon huffed out a loud sigh. “Maybe,” she determined, her stomach knotting. Now she had two things to spend the month worrying about.

**

“You know, everything you’ve talked about since we took off has been about Fallon.”

Harry paused, glaring at Niall. “No, it has not,” he argued after a moment.

Niall laughed. “It has,” he countered. “When Lou said she was thinking about getting a dog for Lux, you told her Fallon didn’t have any pets growing up because she’s allergic.”

“Well… she is…”

“And when that song was playing in the pub last night, you said they sang something about Wyoming –”

“Even though none of us heard it,” Liam interjected.

“And you had to tell us that’s where Fallon’s from.”

Harry frowned. “Well… she is!” he exclaimed. “Fuck off, you guys,” he muttered as his friends laughed. They caught a redeye to Cardiff the day after Harry left Fallon, so Harry knew he hadn’t talked about Fallon the whole time. They’d slept on the plane.

“So I guess that means you’re not going to be out prowling with me any time soon, eh?” Louis asked with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have anyway,” Harry reminded him. Since finding himself single earlier that year, Louis Tomlinson had been insatiable. Partying with groupies had never been Harry’s idea of a good time, and it sounded even less desirable now.

“Might have been able to persuade you,” Louis argued. “But now you’ve got the ol’ ball and chain back home, calling all the shots,” he laughed.

“Nah, she would have been the ball and chain if H wasn’t such a pussy,” Niall cackled.

“Fuck you both,” Harry grumbled. “Besides, who are you to talk?” he asked Louis. “You’ve been spending more time with that Briana chick than I’ve been with Fallon!”

Louis waved his hand dismissively “Ah, Briana is just a hot little flash in the pan,” he assured Harry. “Nothing’s happening with that. Besides, all we do is drink and fuck. But you and yours?” He shook his head. “You’re going on actual dates. Lame dates, I reckon, but dates. She’s the ball and chain!”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Harry warned, his defensive comment causing Niall and Louis to laugh. “She’s not!” he protested, his words falling on deaf ears. “She’s really cool, guys. Just… she’s fun and sweet and makes me laugh and… fuck both you…” he grumbled.

Louis patted Harry’s shoulder good naturedly. “Ah, calm down,” he laughed. “Just… go with the flow! You’re too busy to do anything else,” he pointed out.

It was true, but it didn’t mean Harry was going to take the advice. He didn’t like going with the flow, or having things up in the air or simply waiting to see what happens. He wanted to know, now. But, as he was fifty-three hundred miles away from Fallon, waiting and going with the flow was all he could do.

Notes

Comments

@JasperRenee
Thank you! I really appreciate that! It can be a bit difficult to get my head around a new character, so I really appreciate the praise! <3

harambejtrump harambejtrump
3/9/19

Oh I absolutely love Fallon! Something about the character just seems so... realistic if that makes any sense... keep up the good work!!!

JasperRenee JasperRenee
3/9/19