The Story Behind the Airplane Necklace (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Being with Styles

(Emily's p.o.v.)

Months have gone by and its been completely amazing calling Harry mine. The joy he makes me feel is a feeling I never thought I would be able to feel so intensely. I wake up everyday with a huge grin on on my face and go to bed with that same grin. From going to his best friend to girlfriend, its amazing. I just wish some people would actually accept how much I really love him. This isn't a setup.

Harry is back on tour and the boys are currently starting their fifth album. What excites me the most is being able to be with Harry throughout the whole album process. I can't wait to hear what the boys are able to come out with. The four was absolutely amazing, so I know this one will be too.

Today is one of the very many days I am going to wake up without Harry being by my side. Sadly today is also one of those days I can't go and see them at their concert because I have modeling shoots. Sometimes I absolutely hate being a model or even just having a modeling job. Of course if I had any other job I would have the same problem, but that is besides the point.

I get out of bed lazily looking at my phone. It's 8:00 in the morning here so it would be around 12 in Singapore. It will be really hard for me, but I know we can make it out fine since we did it all these years as friends.

I get into the shower and take my time getting ready, the hot water relaxing me from an already stressful day of not being able to go with Harry. I let the water wash over me while music from my phone fills my ears and travels to my mind to help me forget.

I dress in a grunge kind of outfit; high waist black shorts with rips in them, black see through tights, a white tank top with VANS written on it in black ink, and I put on a light black cardigan to complete the look. I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh. My hazel eyes look green from the sunlight reflecting in the mirror. Since Harry got home, I let my hair grow out. Now it is to my elbows. Harry loves to play with my hair. I would always let him try and braid it. Usually it would end up in a knot, but he is getting better. Very proud of him.

I have the typical bleach blonde hair, but I am planning on dying it some kind of fun color to spice up my look. I blow dry my hair a little, but keep it wet some so the people can do whatever they want to do my hair this time.

"Honey, what time are you leaving?" My mom asks coming into my room.

"Around 10." I sigh.

"Come down so we can eat."

"Okay..." I feel dead without having Harry with me right now. I have gotten so used to him being back and I don't like this feeling of being alone. I hold onto my necklace and close my eyes breathing as I make my way down the stairs.

"Call him already darling."

"It's only like midnight mom."

"He might pick up. He may not be able to sleep."

"Fine..."

I go to Harry's contact on my phone and press the call button. I take a deep breathe and listen to the line ringing. I pace back and fourth, my stomach dropping from fear.

Millions of thoughts race through my mind. I don't know what could be happening right now and that really scares me. I trust him fully, I don't trust others.

"Hey babe." I hear his voice. I breathe in and smile.

"I miss you so much."

"I miss you like crazy babe."

"If it wasn't for the modeling photo shoot and runways I would literally take a plane right now to Singapore."

"I know. I wish you could come babe."

"Where you sleeping?" I ask shyly.

"No. I haven't been able to sleep."

"You should have called me. If you ever can't sleep you know to call." I say in a heartful manner.

"I know. I should have, I'm sorry."

We talk back and fourth for an hour. Harry ended up falling asleep on the phone and I smile. I can imagine how cute he looks. My heart starts to ache from missing him.

"Time to leave honey."

"Bye." I smile slightly and take my keys from the counter. I start up my car connecting my phone to the speakers and turning on my music. Lana Del Ray comes on and I make sure my car fills up with just music. I need to be distracted from my mind, but I have to keep myself just enough in the world so I can focus on driving.

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I arrive at the photo shoot place and I get rushed into hair and makeup. My hair stylist, Lea Millers, wets my hair, blow dries it, and puts it into two french braids. With how long my hair is it took her a long time to do just one side. I had another stylist come and do the other side. She then goes to my makeup and to my surprise does a very natural look.

"What's wrong darling?" She asks as she sits down examining my makeup.

"With Harry being gone its hard."

She comes up to me and hugs me tightly.

"It will only get harder. Soon though you will be able to be with him and everything will be okay for a little bit."

I sigh and Lea takes me out to get the photo shoot started. Not ready for this one bit, but I put on a smile and wait for everyone to be ready.