Serenity [h.s]

Hazed

-Forever isn't for everyone. Is forever for you?

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out, also keeps out the joy. -John Jim

Summer Lowal

The car ride was silent, and I knew Harry was tense and still a little frustrated from me. To be completely honest, I don't care. Sure we slept together, it was intimate, and fuck was it different. The way.. he slid in out of my body so roughly.. it set me on a frenzy.

My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket and I took it out to see Cecilia calling. A grin automatically plastered across my face and and I answered.

"Cecilia!"

I heard her breathy chuckle. "Hi love, how are you?" I smile and turn to Harry. He took a glance at me with curiosity.

"I'm doing good, you? How's the states?"

"It's good, I'm a busy busy bee, but I have a few weeks off, bloody amateurs finally gave me some resting time," I let out a laugh.

"Well that's good, where are you at now?"

"Chicago, actually, I have a surprise for you," my furrow my eyebrows.

"I hate surprises," I smirk.

"Okay, so it's not really a surprise because I'm telling you, but,"

"But?" I question.

"But you have to do what I tell you because this surprise not, it's basically a ticket for you to come to Chicago and visit me," I could hear her grin and I gasped with a grin.

"Oh my fuck," I said. "You're joking right? Thank you! I can't wait to see you sis!"

She laughed breathlessly. "Me too, love. Listen I got to go, but I emailed you the ticket information, and the flight is tonight, so be ready by then, pack for a week and I'll see you soon, little sis," I smiled so widely I thought my fucking face would rip. Jesus Christ I'm thrilled.

"Okay, thank you again, and see you." And then I closed the line and sat back.

"What was that all about?" His voice was curious and raspy. I had to fight the urge to make him stop the car at the side of the road so I'd fuck him again, because he was amazing at sex and I enjoyed it a little too much.

"Erm, my sister, she sent me a ticket to see her in Chicago, I'm leaving tonight,"

"Oh." He said. I nodded with a sigh.

"Um, I can drop you off at the airport,"

"That's not an issue, Mr. Styles, I'll have Carter take me,"

"Please, I insist, really." His voice was strained.

"Honestly Harry-"

"Summer I'm taking you. That's final." I rolled my eyes at his sour attitude.

"I'm not seven years old, don't talk to me that way," he looked at me quickly, and sighed.

"I'm sorry, it's just," he pauses and I furrow my brows.

"What?"

"I don't know," he states while sitting back, gripping the steering wheel. He was lying and I knew it. I found it amusing and irritating at the same time.

"Spit it out Harold, or you're not taking me tonight," I smirked and I saw him pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I- erm, I'm going to miss you." And my heart stopped. My stomach flipped in this weird way that I haven't felt in years.