𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜

Y/N was trying her hardest to keep it together, she swears she was! But it was just really damn hard.

Harry was leaving for tour again and he's only been home for six months, it seems like a lot of time but it was barely anything when it's spent with the person you love most.

Harry was asleep beside her but Y/N couldn't sleep. He's leaving at six in the morning and he'd insisted on her staying at home instead of coming to the airport because he 'wouldn't be able to go with you standing there all sad' so Y/N is trying to cherish her last moments with him for a few months.

Sure she'd go to a few shows and see him there and they'd call every day but that didn't make it any easier.

It wouldn't be the same as having him at home every day and doing his random stuff around the house.

She turns to look at Harry as his chest rises and falls, he's got to be the most peaceful sleeper, he stays in the one spot with a small smile on his face the whole night, which is very opposite to Y/N who flails about like a child in the middle of the night, Harry waking up complaining about her kicking him multiple times in the past.

She smiles, tears brimming her eyes as she sighs, knowing tomorrow night she'll be sleeping alone and she doesn't really know if she can get used to that again.

Her stomach lurches, the lump in her throat not going anywhere as she tries not to let herself break down, she can't cry again, she's already done that enough the past week and she can't let herself do it again, not that Harry knew she had been crying. She'd been putting on a brave face for his benefit so he wouldn't feel bad about going.

Harry moves onto his side, a clear sign he's waking up, his hand coming up to his face to rub his nose.

Y/N panics, turns away from him and pretends to be asleep.

"M'not I swear" Harry mumbles incoherently, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness and pushing himself to sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing at his eyes before getting up and stumbling to the bathroom.

Y/N bites down on her lip to stop herself from crying, sniffling quietly and wiping at her eyes quickly.

Harry has a thing about him that when he's there you feel safe and warm and comforted and when he's gone you just know he's gone, you feel empty and alone and cold and it's just horrible.

Y/N hates the feeling of Harry being gone. It's completely shit. She's going to miss him so fucking much. She's going to miss the warmth and comfort and sunshine Harry brings into her life, she's going to miss waking up to him grinning at her stupidly, she's going to miss the way he blasts Fleetwood Mac at 8am even though it wakes her up and she gets annoyed by it, she's going to miss his voice and his smile and the way his eyes glimmer when he comes up with a new idea for a song. She's going to miss everything about him and she can't really even explain it properly.

Y/N can't help but let a sob escape her throat, squeezing her eyes shut to try and stop her tears.

And of course Harry hears her, because he's Harry and he's got some kind of sense of knowing when someone is upset.

"Y/N?" He asks, walking back into the room, "You alright pet?" He says, a hint of confusion laced in his voice, Y/N sits up, not bothering to hide the fact she's crying from him.

He stands in the doorway of the bathroom and Y/N can't help but cry even more, "I don't want you to go" She sobs and Harry rushes back over to her side as quickly as possible.

Y/N reaches out for him, wrapping her arms around him and hiding her face in his chest as soon as she can, "Shh, it's alright love, I'll be back before you know it" Harry tries to soothe but she shakes her head.