Addicted || H.S.

Chapter 37

January 2015, Miami - United States

Aurora Evans

Their last day.

I never thought this moment would be so hard for me, the day when I have to pack my bags and leave. The day I will have to say goodbye to the people I've been with for weeks. The day I have to leave the love of my life.

The hardest part is that I don't know when I'll be able to see him again, or if we're gonna see each other again. This may be the last time I can see him, what if this lover era doesn't last forever.

What if I forgot his details, what was it all for.

I got a call from Ruby this morning, she told me our flight will be tonight. Harry was still asleep next to me, not knowing that might have been the last time waking up next to me. I didn't know how to tell him, because it would freak him out.

"No, not yet" He said in a panicked voice as he sat up straight in bed immediately, his hands finding mine and his arms clenching around me like he doesn't want me to leave.

"No please, I can't live without you baby. I don't want to get into my old habits, you can't leave." He almost said crying, his lips trembling and begging me to stay with him.

I told him we would call every single day, but it wasn't enough for him. He told me he wants to be able to kiss me and touch me not just my voice. It was heartbreaking to see, especially when he almost started hyperventilating. We never should've bond like this, all the love we shared will be over soon.

After all the emotions that came down to him we left the hotel, together on his motorcycle we went to Nialls place to get my stuff. He helped me packing my bag, kissing me whenever he could. We showered together for maybe the last time, somehow the sexual tension wasn't there.

It was just me and him and our emotions.

The only sentences that left his mouth were, I love you or you can't leave baby. It hurts, it hurts so much to leave him. Especially because he always had to see people leave him, his loved ones always left him. His dad, Dana and me. He never told me what happened to his mom, or if he still talks to her. It feels like his mom was the only one he really loved, so it's even harder to talk about her.

Not long after our hot shower, he came up to me with his hands behind his back and a nervous look on his pretty face.

"I want to give this to you, it's nothing special, but you can read it if you want to." He said, showing me what's behind his back. His notebook.

I didn't want to take it, because on every page in that book is written something personal. Very personal. He told me he ripped out the parts he was uncomfortable sharing with, so he just kept the pages who were meant for me.

"You have to read it, because you need to know it." He said, pressing the notebook in my hand as he kisses my hand gentle.

He was so serious, the look in his eyes almost forced me to actually read it. I know he finds it hard to express his feelings to me, but I'm so sure he can writes it perfectly on paper. The little songs he makes when I'm around him already tells it, the lyrics is so beautiful and professional.

It will probably be so overwhelming to read, I don't even know what to expect.

"Are you ready to go to the airport?" Zayn suddenly says, interrupting my spiraling mind. His body is leaning against the wall, waiting for me to get up from the bed.

I nod and look around the room for the last time. So many memories were made here.

"I'll just take a look around the house real quick, just to remind everything better you know?" I tell him and he nods, going downstairs to meet the rest.