Forever (h.s.)

Chapter 38

A/N: sorry it took me so long to update! I've been at summer camp for the past two weeks all wifi-free and nature-like :)

Chapter 38: Tropical Situations

God, did time fly when you're having fun. The next year of my life went by like lightning. Bing! Home to London. Bada! My nineteenth birthday rolled around and Harry showed up grinning with a big purple bow on a shiny new car. Boom! Another tour went by, their third world tour, and suddenly it was over and I was twenty years old, trying to pack for vacation with a twenty-one year old baby lying all over my things.

"Harold, move!" I whined, trying to push him off of my beach towel. He grinned and pulled me by my t-shirt onto the bed. I let him kiss me, playfully, before getting up and trying to poke him in the side.

"Ouch!" he cried, rolling away from my assault.

"Come on, just because you have four articles of clothing for a week in the Caribbean doesn't mean I do! Now get your pretty butt off my bed." Harry looked over his shoulder.

"I do have a pretty impressive butt," he commented seriously. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Ha, ha, ha," I mocked, turning around and focusing instead on my closet. "Get out!"

Harry pouted dramatically, making sure I saw his face, before heading for the bedroom door.

"Fine!" he said loudly. I'll just go find Louis, or someone who actually loves me."

"You do that, sweetie," I replied distractedly, sorting through bathing suit pieces at the bottom of my closet. I heard a sigh, and when I looked up again, Harry was gone.

Without his presence, I got my packing done much quicker and by dinner time, I was all set for the early departure the next morning.

Wondering where Harry was, if he was over at Louis and Eleanor's bothering them instead, I called him.

"Hello?"

"Oh, it's you," he said shortly. "How's your empty house? Quiet enough?"

"Shut up, Styles," I said adoringly. I heard him pause, then giggle.

"Fine. What's up?"

"Where are you, angel?" I asked.

"At Lou's," Harry replied, and I could hear Eleanor's voice in the background.

"Angel, they're trying to pack too," I said, rolling my eyes. "You are honestly at the wrong place at the wrong time, always."

"Hey!" Harry whined. "You kicked me out already. And Lou won't do that, will you Lou?" Louis chuckled from Harry's end of the line.

"I'm fairly close," I heard him say. I laughed.

"See, Harry?" I teased. "Wrong place, wrong time. But hey, I'm done packing, come home."

"I can come home now?" Harry exclaimed. "Okay, see you soon, lovely."

I heard rustling on the the other end, Louis saying "see you tomorrow, mate", and then Harry hung up.

Not twenty minutes later, Harry walked through the front door holding a take-out bag.

"What's that?" I asked him, hopping from my perch on the couch arm to Harry's back, letting him carry me into the kitchen. "It smells good."

"I brought you your favorite," he said. Then he set the bag on the counter and tilted his head back so I could kiss his cheek. I left him almost immediately afterwards, opening the paper bag.