Flutter |h.s|

79

Grace

"Come on darling, we could go again." Harry whines, pulling my body closer to him. I giggle a bit, reaching forward to get out of his grip but he's too strong. He lays on his back, holding me on his chest as I crack up laughing.

"Harry! I have to finish packing!" I manage to get out, but he just shakes his head, burying it in my neck, "You're not allowed! I'm gonna lock you up in here forever." he mumbles, a laugh in his voice.

I continue to wiggle around in his arms, "Harry!" I laugh. "Seriously, pearl, I have to pack." I say, smiling when I feel him pout against my neck.

"Fine." he says, turning over so I'm tossed against the bed as he gets up. I sit up, smiling as I watch him walk around the room, gathering my things that have accumulated. He puts them down in a pile on the floor next to my suitcase. Instead of opening it though to put everything in, he disappears into the closet.

I watch confused, not sure what to do. Do I get up and see what he's doing? I lean over slightly, trying to get a glimpse of what he's up to.

He comes back out holding the handle of a Mickey Mouse patterned suitcase, a bigger version of his carryon. My brows furrow but I watch, getting confused about what he's doing. That is, until he unzips my luggage, dumping it out into a pile on the floor.

My eyes widen, "Harry!" I scold, getting up and going over to the mess of clothes. We just did laundry when we got to his place and now my clean clothes are all over the floor.

"No, get back in bed. I'm packing for you, my love." he says, a big goofy smile on his lips. How can I stay upset with him when he calls me that?

I follow his instructions, going to sit down on the bed. I watch as he attempts to fold my clothes and place them into the Mickey Mouse luggage. The fluttering in my entire body is unrelenting as I watch him handle my belongings with care.

Well, except my bathing suits and underwear, those just kind of end up balled up in the corner of the luggage. Boys.

Once all my stuff is transferred into the new suitcase, he goes back into his closet. When he returns he has a bunch of his clothes and accessories in his hands and he shoves them into the suitcase, making them fit.

"What's all that for?" I ask, knowing very well what he's doing. He grins over at me, his dimples going crazy, "For when you miss me. And for when I come visit on a whim and forget to pack suitcases, at least I'll have this." he says.

God he's just the most romantic man. "Well I have some requests then." I joke, getting out of bed. Before he could stop me, which I doubt he would, I hurry into the closet, going over to the section where he keeps his jewelry.

As I'm examining which ones I want, I feel his hands hold my hips. Picking up a cute pearl necklace, I hold it up to him, "Will you miss this one?"

"Dearly. But I know it'll be in good hands." he says, placing a kiss onto my cheek. "And those sunglasses, you put them in the luggage?" I ask, smiling as he nods, "All packed up for you."

This feels so bittersweet. Here we are, picking things for me to take back to New York to remember him. In 6 hours I'll be on a plane. In three hours I'll be saying goodbye to the love of my life. My soulmate.

"I love you." I whisper, feeling the sadness start to take over.

"I love you too, darling." he says, kissing my cheek gently.

Putting the necklace down, I turn in his arms. My hands reach for the clasp on the necklace I'm wearing, taking it off and holding it in my hands. I carefully take the gold pendant off, holding it out to him. "For you."