crescent [h.s]

59

Harry Styles

My alarm goes off, the sky still pitch black, my body completely curled into Aurora as I slap around for my phone and eventually manage to shut it up.

I groan and kiss the back of her neck, rubbing my hands up and down her arms before pulling myself out of bed and into my outfit I had laid out at 8pm last night.

It's just a pair of shorts I typically wear for the gym and a hoodie, always getting cold on planes. It's extremely comfortable though, and I even add a bandana to my hair after I found the material in the pocket of my hoodie I haven't worn in a very long time.

I finish getting ready and zip up my carry on bag, crouching down by Aurora's side of the bed as I kiss her face to try and wake her up, eventually having to shake the shit out of her. She asked me to though, so I don't feel too bad for waking her up at 3:25 in the morning.

She groans and rubs at her eyes before seemingly remembering why she's awake, her lips pouting out for a series of kisses, "I'm going to miss you so bad... I love you so so so much, I promise I do. Gonna miss you so bad, come home to me super fast I'm begging you."

I chuckle at her half asleep ramble of repetition, kissing her lips again and again as I respond, "I'm gonna miss you so bad, my beautiful girl. There's no one else like you, huh? I'll be home before you know it, enjoy having the bed to yourself, yeah? By the time you're used to it, I'll be back to steal half the room."

She whines, her eyes remaining closed during our entire conversation, "I don't wanna have an empty bed. Never liked it since after I slept in this very bed for the first time. Always wanted you, always want you–"

She slowly stops talking, falling back into a small sleep before shocking herself awake again, "I love you, baby. Promise to be safe? Ne- I- I've never been but it's a said some people drive crazy in, in, um, Italy... you're going to Italy."

I laugh at her sleepy wording, it hardly making any sense, but I know exactly what she's trying to say to me. "I'll be safe, I promise. I love you, I'll come home in one piece I swear."

She hums and doesn't say anything else, only pouts her lips and extends her finger, which her head is laying on, to pointing at her lips. I press multiple heavy kisses to them, each one lasting longer than the last.

As the clock hits 3:30, I pull back and tuck her hair behind her ear, checking over everything on her night stand to make sure there's nothing she's forgetting. I put her phone back on charge, the cable must have fallen out, and kiss her forehead again, "Call me immediately, whenever. Be good, be safe."

With that, I take a deep breath and leave the bedroom, going into Dove's room and bending down over her to kiss her broken arm, followed by forehead, not nearly having a full conversation with her. She just opens her eyes enough to acknowledge me, remembering what today is when she hugs me and sleepy murmurs into my ear, "I love you. Gonna miss you. Bring me back some pwasta, please."