one minute || h.s

eleven

Another perfectly beautiful edit by @clarab 

Love you darling! XO

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Waking up to the sunlight beaming through the open window was not ideal. It burned my eyes, but the breeze blowing through did feel nice. I stretched before dismantling my body away from the tangled sheets. Standing up, I caught sight of Hallie’s brown waves blowing as she sat, looking out over the balcony. “Morning.” I greeted, joining her in the empty seat.

“Hi you…”

“Did you go for a run?” She had her trainers on and her hair was up.

“Yeah. I couldn’t really sleep.”

“Oh.”

“So what happened to you last night? You got all weird on me.”

“I know…just like…the show, I was tired and like…dunno. We’re good though, yeah?” She laughed and reached her hand over, lacing her fingers with mine.

“Of course we are, idiot. Why would you even ask that?”

“Just like…me buddin’ into your business—”

“Well, first off, that’s your job. As one of my best friends, Harry…that is absolutely your job. I don’t want you tiptoeing around me after something like that. You spoke your mind and that’s all I ask. I’d never be mad at you for that.” I didn't want to let go of her hand.

“Okay.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her smiling.

“So…you ever going to tell me who that mystery love of yours is?” I stiffened at the mentioning of this.

“One day, maybe.”

“Oh, come on!” I shook my head. “Harry please?”

“You’ll find out one day.”

“Screw that one day shit, I wanna know now. Like, today. Come on, please tell me?”

“Nope.”

“Harry…” Another shake of my head and she was sighing out dramatically, hopefully giving up. “God, fine! But you suck. And I will get it out of you. I will.”

“Okay.”

“That’s a promise.”

“I’m sure it is.” I hoped she would, someday at least. But I also hoped she’d be on the same level, because the thought of losing her—in any way—hurt. And it was scary. Fucking frightening, actually.

Hallie.

We sat next to each other in the blacked out vehicle and I was sad. Sad that I had to leave, because this had been fun. Sad because I wouldn’t see my best friend until July…but there was this other sad. This inexplicable sad that was making my heart kind of hurt and my brain was a little fuzzy and I really didn’t know what to make of it. Like, I was going home to see my boyfriend and he loves me. That should have been a good thing, right? I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t find the courage to get out of the car, or take my eyes away from his. “You’ll be good then?”

“Probably not…” He smirked, but his smile didn’t meet his eyes. “You sure you can’t stay a bit more? Keep me under control?” It took me longer than it should have to shake my head, but when I finally did, it certainly wasn’t easy and I actually couldn’t say the word no. “I know…” He knew. He understood. 

“I should go…” I went to open the door when his ringed hand wrapped around my wrist. It truly didn’t take much for me to fall back against my seat. 

“Just…like, one minute? One minute and then you can go and get on that plane and I won’t—”

“Miss me?”

“Bloody hell, no…I’m going to miss you…more than you know.” He seemed to struggle with finding the right words. “But I won’t put up a fight. I’ll let you go.”

“As you should.” 

“As I should.”

“One minute?” I asked after thinking a bit. He nodded.

“One minute.” A few seconds into this minute, I scooted across the seat and closed the space between us. He wrapped his arm around me as my head was tucked neatly under his chin. Neither of us said anything in those sixty seconds. We just held each other. I didn’t want to let him go. That was, in fact, the last thing I wanted to do. As soon as the clock changed, we slowly untangled ourselves and I grabbed my carry on, preparing to leave. “Call me when you land, yeah?”

“Should I?”

“You should.”

“Then I will.”

“Good girl.”

“Do not good girl me…”

“Sit…”

“Stop it.”

“Stay…”

“Stop!” I was laughing hard now and he thought he was just the funniest boy alive.

“Roll over!”

“Harry Styles, you dirty piece of shit…”

“You love me.” I couldn’t deny that.

“Unfortunately.” I adjusted my bag’s strap around my shoulder and gave him one final look before opening the door. I didn’t want to go. “You love me too though, right?”

“I love you a lot, yes.”

“Good.” I shut the door and Pauly handed me my suitcase and I really didn’t want to go. The second I walked inside the airport, my phone dinged. 

HS: why was that so hard?

HM: that’s what she said.

HS: ohhhh that was good. 

HS: i set myself up for that one.

HM: you did.

HS: but really…was that just me?

HM: no. that was hard. why?

HS: i miss you already. come back.

HM: shusssh. if you say that i will and i can’t :(

HS: come back.

HS: come back.

HS: come back.

HS: come back.

HM: stop it :( I’ll talk to you when I land bubby xo

HS: byyyyyyye .x