Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 27

Hazel

It's Wednesday morning. Three in the morning to be exact. I woke up when Harry's alarm went off a half an hour ago and now I'm laying here in bed, pouting, as Harry showers. I decided that I don't want to be in bed anymore. He's leaving soon, for three days. It's going to be torture. I know I could have gone with him since I've pretty much gotten everything sorted out here thanks to my unexpected time off, but I thought it would be best to spend some extra time with my parents. Once Harry gets back late Friday night, him and the guys have a show on Saturday in Memphis and then it's off to Florida. I want to have time with my parents before im gone for who knows how long.

I get up and head to the bathroom. I open the door quietly and slip inside. I hear the water running and harry softly humming to himself. I quickly slip out of Harry's T-shirt and slip inside the shower.

Harry jumped a little as I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back. After realizing it was just me he took my arms and loosened them enough for him to turn around. He looked down at me with so much love in his eyes, so much adoration.

His face was so perfect. His hair was wet and slicked back, water droplets running down his face, showing off his strong jaw line, his perfect, pink lips, his deep green eyes that could look deep into your soul.

His hand reached up and cupped my cheek, running his wet thumb over my cheek bone. He leaned down and placed his lips on mine, water from his hair and the shower head falling onto my face. He pulled back and I placed my head against his chest, my head falling just under his chin. His arms wrapped around me, holding me and we stood there, embracing, for what seemed like eternity. The only sound was the water falling to the floor of the shower. Neither one of us saying anything, knowing we were content staying just like we were.

Knowing we had to say goodbye to each other soon, we were happy just holding each other, savoring the feeling of being close to one another, knowing we weren't going to be able to do this again for awhile.

I know he was only going to be gone for three days but I hated the thought of not being with him for any length of time. I don't care if I seem clingy. I think anyone would miss their significant other if they here going to be gone for a length of time.

"I hate to, but I should finish getting ready baby," Harry breaks the silence, his voice sad.

"I know," I tell him, reluctantly unwrapping my arms from around his waist and pulling back. I got up on my toes and kissed him real quick, lingering a little, savoring the feel of his full lips.

I got out and wrapped a towel around me, Harry following behind.

I grab my robe from my closet and throw that on while Harry gets dressed. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch as he runs his fingers through his hair a couple of times before pulling it back and tying it up in a small bun. I love his long hair but there's just something about when he pulls it up.

He grabs some clothes and stuff them in his smaller carry on bag before zipping it up and grabbing his sweater. I watch as he does a quick check to make sure he has everything. When he's finished he looks over at me and gives me a sad smile. I stand up and walk over to him, standing up on my toes so I can wrap my arms around his neck.

"I'm going to miss you Harry," I say into his neck, my words muffled.

"I know love, I'll miss you too," he says, tightening his arms around me. To soon his phone chirps. He reaches into the pocket of his tight black jeans and pulls out his phone. He looks at the message and frowns.

"That's Paul. We need to get going if I don't want to miss my flight." He tells me, grabbing my hand and we walk out to the front door together.

We stand there, his head bent down and his forehead pressed against mine, his hands resting on my waist.