One Journey, the Final

Chapter 7:

"Thank you for a magical night," I whispered to Harry in the darkness. We stood in my doorway at three-thirty in the morning, everything dark. I could see the outline of his smile though, practically glimmering. He kissed my cheek. As much as I wanted this night to continue, I had to sort out some things. First off, Dave. I needed to tell Harry, but right now didn't seem like the moment. Then, the engagement. Was I crazy to say yes? Heck yes. Am I having doubts? Heck no. Third, the tour. I know he hasn't told me when he has to leave yet, because he's probably triying to convince himself that we have more time. But I know better than him, and each minute is ticking away to the unavoidable goodbye.

"You're welcome," he breathed. I faintly smiled, and pecked him on the lips before I opened the door.

"Goodnight," I said, and closed the door. Before I know it, the door's closed and I'm standing there, breathing heavily, listening for him to walk away. The footsteps don't beat against the floor for a while. And before they do, I can hear him humming. He's humming one of their songs. I don't know the name, but I can hear the chorus in my head. They don't know about the things we do...They don't know about the, "I love you's". When he walked away, I took a deep breath. I didn't even realize that I had been holding it for all this time. I sat down on the floor right there, leaning my back against the door. So many thoughts were pounding in my head. I reached for my phone and unlocked it to find four text messages. Two from Harry, earlier from today. One from Lyla, and the other my mother. I was surprised my mother even knew how to text. It read, "We haven't talked in a long time. I love you sweetheart. Xoxo." I felt a knot form in my stomach like a child's does when they must admit something. I hadn't even mentioned a word about Harry to her. It would be even harder now that we were engaged. But I just couldn't think about that right now, I couldn't think about anything. My headache was getting worse and I needed to go to sleep. I crawled to my bed and relaxed my eyes.

He dropped the bomb on me a few days later.

"One week," he said over the phone.

"One week?" I replied incredulously.

"One week." It sounded like a death sentence. One week, and then he'd be all around the world, touring. And I'd be here in New York, wedding planning because that's how things work out.

"Well, since we're spilling things out now, I should probably let you know that I was attacked at work a few days ago. My boss's son decided to get touchy after a meeting, he kissed me. I slapped him. You know," I said. I didn't know why I was letting him know like this. Dropping the blow like it was a dead fish. Good thing was, Dave hadn't approached me since. Of course though, I did let him know that he was not going to talk to me again after slipping a threatening note on his desk. The mind of Annabel Price, folks.

"What!? Attacked?!" Harry screamed through the phone. I rubbed my forehead. I knew it would come like this.

"Well, I suppose it was more of approached. But don't worry, Bell's got some nice toned arms," I joked lightly.

"That's not funny. Did he hurt you?" his voice was rocky.

"No."

"What if this happens while I'm on tour? What's going to happen then?" His voice was getting louder and louder.

"Harry, I'm going to be fine," I said, tears threatening to fall. Why was I crying? Why was I the one now freaking out?

Because I wasn't all too sure that I was going to be fine.

"Six months, that's it," Harry whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. Those words still didn't mean anything. Six months, 180 days, 4320 hours. I had calculated that right after he had told me like a math nerd on steroids. "Please say something," he said, squeezing my hand. We were in the back of a taxi, driving to the airport.

"I'll be fine," I lied. I didn't want him to feel worse than he already did. It's not exactly the best wedding present to leave your fiance stranded in a whole other country, and he knew that. But I suppose it's better to be engaged than just awkwardly a couple in a long distance relationship. I reached over and kissed him under his ear. That's his favorite spot, no matter how weird it is. I felt his cheek muscles pull into a smile as I delicately released my lips from the spot. The taxi driver gently pulled to a stop, and I felt my stomach turn into a knot. This was goodbye. I begrudgingly pulled the handle to open the door. I swung my legs out and stood up to face the airport. Luckily it wasn't really crowded. Harry stood next to me, and instantly grabbed my hand. He paid the driver, and he got out his bags. Paul, their bodyguard stood waiting for us with the boys at the entrance. Weakly I smiled at them, and they replied with the same expression. Harry had not taken his eyes off of me, waiting for me to break down crying. I wouldn't though. He turned to face me, and kissed me gently on the forehead. I closed my eyes, and a few tears squeezed out. When we finished he pulled me into a tight hug.

"Six months," I whispered in his ear.

"Six months," he replied.

"Are you two almost done?" Paul asked, glancing at his watch.

"Shhh," Liam said, hushing Paul. I smiled.

"You're going to take good care of Harry for me, right?" I asked playfully.

"Of course! We'll throw him a great bachelor party," Zayn said with a tease. Niall reassuringly chuckled. Louis winked.

"Ok, well, you should probably go now, I don't want you to miss your flight." We pulled in one more hug before they left. I watched until they turned the corner. Harry turned towards me just as he disappered, but first, blew me a kiss. I caught in, and returned one.