Serenity [h.s]

Stress

-I know you're nothing like mine, Cause
she's walking on sunshine, And your love would tear us apart, And I know I'm not your type, Cause I don't shun the daylight, But baby I'm willing to start.

It was a million little things that when you added them all up, they meant we're suppose to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming - only to no home I'd ever known. - Sleepless in Seattle.

Harry Styles

Today was the last day for both Summer and I in Chicago. I told her we'd be taking my private jet and there wasn't a need to book a ticket. She only bickered a little till giving up.

Ever since I asked her, well blurted to her to be my girlfriend, she's been distant with me. And I'm not going to lie. But it pains me in every way. Because I was falling so hard for this woman, and I'd do whatever to show her I care about her.

She's just not giving me a chance.

Summer Lowal

I gave Cece a sad smile and wrapped my arms around her frame, giving her one last hug. "I'm going to miss you, Sis',"

We pull back and she rubs my arm. "Me too, love. We'll face time if that helps, yeah?" I grinned while nodding.

"Obviously," I breathed. She rolled her eyes playfully and turned to Harry walking towards him for a hug. I let out a breath and walked over to Sarah, giving her a thankful smile.

"Thank you so much for allowing me to stay over with that dumbass," she chuckles as we hug, pulling back.

"No worries, still gotta put up with her ass for another few weeks," she jokingly says.

"Ah, good luck with that," I smirk as she laughs.

"Thanks, and it was nice getting to know you and... Mr. Hottie, good luck with him," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah," I breathed. I turned around and saw Cecilia and Harry pulling away, I walk up to Harry and stand awkwardly next to him. His scent was toxicating and I wanted to be far from him as possible. I still haven't answered him about being his girlfriend. I mean, he just threw the question at me. How the hell am I suppose to answer him? What if I don't want to be his girlfriend? Maybe I don't want to be claimed.

Maybe I just like having good fucks here and there.

I huffed quietly to myself, bidding our last goodbyes to my sister and her gorgeous friend. A few tears escaped my eyes as we sat in the cab, Harry's body heat radiating off of me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, my head resting on his shoulder. I didn't mind the comfort at this point. I was going to miss my sister dearly and it sucked because I rarely see her.

Maybe I could do this sometime. Fly out and just visit her. That'd be great, truthfully.

I felt the pad of his thumb wiping my tears away, drawing circles on the skin of my hand.

"Don't cry, Summer, it's okay, you'll see her again," his quiet murmur calmed me somehow, and I just nodded.

"Yeah," I sighed and continued to stare out the window of the cab with my head on Harry's shoulder.

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"No, stop bothering me, ok you're getting on my last nerve," I huff as I turn away and face the tv. This trip was going to be the longest shit in my life.

"Summer, stop acting so stubborn, just eat this," I was turning down food only because he pissed me off by being himself.

"No."