Project Cliffside

Fourteen

"Fiz?" Harry comes over to me, knocking on the bathroom door. It had been at least six hours since we'd had the argument and I was ready to talk.
"Yeah?" I answer back, unpacking my things. We'd just arrived in Stockholm for our second night of tour. The band had booked three hotel rooms, one for me and harry, one for zayn and Liam and one for Niall and Louis.
"I'm sorry. For everything. I... was so wrong for calling you my ex. I was confused and angry that you told Lou first, but now I know it was an awkward situation I need to fix us. You're my world, Fiz. And... there was a reason why I called you my ex."
I look at him and smile for a second. "Thank you for apologising." But then I look at him confused. "Why is there a reason?"
"You'll find out tomorrow. Can we cuddle in bed once we've unpacked?"
I sigh. "I don't see why not."
He comes over and kisses my forehead and takes my hands in his.
"I'm never hurting you again." He whispers before pressing his lips against my forehead again. I lean into his touch before hugging him.
"I can't stay mad at you when you kiss my forehead and touch me."
"You shouldn't have to be mad at me, love."