"Tour is going to be amazing. I mean all the things that we have planned, the outfits, the surprises, the setlist, all of it. I can't wait for it all to begin." Harry was excitedly scrolling through the emails detailing every aspect of his tour. He had been non stop talking about it all for weeks, and tomorrow was finally the day. The day he shipped off to Vegas for the first concert. "What do you think love?"
You shook your head momentarily confused and smiled. "What?"
"What do you think of the outfit for the first night?" You looked at the screen and smiled. Hot pink high waisted pants, and a sparkly flashy top. He was starting off with a bang. And you weren't even going to be there to see it. You felt your stomach twist with jealousy, anxiety, and uncertainty. For the first time in over two years, you were uncertain about everything. You didn't know what to even do about the feelings. You felt sick, and you felt tears threatening at the corners of your eyes at the thought of him leaving. "(y/n)?"
You blinked the tears away and took a small breath, forcing a smile. "Looks perfect Haz."
Harry looked at you for a moment, contemplating something, but then smiled and nodded,"I think so too." He turned and placed his hands on your hips, his green eyes looking up to yours with a big smile. "I just hope everyone likes it."
"I'm sure they will. They always do."
"Yeah but I'm still a little nervous." Harry placed a kiss on the tip of your nose and cupped your cheeks in his hands. Your mind drifted off, tuning out the conversation he was starting. This would be the last night you got nose kisses, the last night that you felt his arms around your waist, the last night of cuddles and sleeping to the sound of his heart. You wouldn't get anymore good morning kisses or good night smiles and hugs. Instead, you would get a text. Maybe a call. Everything would shift to distance, everything would shift to electronics. Nothing would be the same. "Love are you alright?"
Harry's words shook your thoughts free for a moment and you forced another smile. "Yeah, sorry just distracted."
"Are you sure? You seem a little off."
"Im fine! Promise. Just going to go grab a shower I think."
"Want me to come?" Harry smirked and gripped your hand waiting for the answer you wanted to give. You bit your lip to hold back tears. The last time you would take a shower with Harry. It was nearly too much to handle.
You spun as a tear slid down your cheek. "No, I uh, Im good." You pulled your hand from his and ran upstairs to the bathroom, closing the door and starting the water. You jumped in, letting the heat pound into your back. You couldn't stop it anymore. Tears freely fell and you held back an echoing sob. You sunk to the ground, your face buried in your knees as water fell around you. You were losing him. You were losing the love of your life and you didn't know what to do.
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"Harry!" you shrieked. His arms had tightened around you and his lips were pressing lightly to your neck. "HAZZ" you giggled.
"What is it love?" His deep voice whispered with a laugh, his lips now against your ear.' "Is something bothering you?"
"You're tickling me!" You laughed, trying to escape his grabbing arms. You managed to get free and fling yourself onto the bed, his body following yours.
"I would never do such a thing." Harry laughed, his mischievous grin making you smile even more.
"Please, you do it all the time."
"And you love it."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"I do not. You're the one who loves it."
