I'm returning home from a business trip. It was quite a long trip at that. See I work for the Manchester United football team and I have the extreme pleasure to travel around with the players and settle their travel arrangements and hotel accommodations, not only that but i am the teams "babysitter". Normally I wouldn't hesitate to do my job but this trip was longer than usual. The World Cup is next year and our players haven't been acting properly, to say the least. Between random hook ups, to fights in bars, it's been my job this trip to keep them in line. Yay me! However, I wanted to be home 2 weeks ago seeing as how my boyfriend, the love of my life, is home on break from his world tour. I am very lucky enough to be dating the one and only Harry Styles from One Direction. We met at a charity football event that Louis was hosting in his hometown of Doncaster. Louis played in the game as well as a couple of my guys from M.U., so I was set to be at the match to keep an eye on them. I saw him from across the field, kicking the football around with Louis, along with two other guys who I came to learn were Liam and Niall. He didn't play very well but the fact that he could laugh at how bad he was something I thought was quite adorable. I stood there mesmerized not even noticing that Louis had walked up next to me. "He's horrid at football but he's a great guy." Louis says to me. I look at him and smile "I'm sure he is but he'd never be interested in me." I say. "Well he'd kill me if I were telling you this but he saw you outside the locker room and said that you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Try talking to him, he won't bite, not straight away he won't. Maybe the second date!" he says with a wink and I can't help but giggle. I felt rather bold that afternoon cause I took Louis's advice and went to introduce myself and now here we are, almost 3 years later and pretty much living together. I usually don't have my business trips when Harry's home on break but this time I didn't have a choice.
I'm snapped from my thoughts as my driver spoke, "Miss we've reached your house. Would you like help with your bags?" "oh no thank you I've got them. See you on Monday Max." I reply with a smile. "We'll see you on Monday then Miss." Max is one of the private drivers for the league and always takes me back and forth to the airport. I guess you could say he's my Paul. Haha! I was so damn busy during this trip that my daily texting to Harry was reduced to once a day, if we were lucky, and Skyping didn't happen once. When he was away with the boys on tour we'd text all day long, when he could, and we'd Skype every night before bed, sometimes falling asleep Skyping. I've never had a boyfriend as wonderful as Harry. He's my Prince Charming and I know I'd never be able to find anyone that would love me the way he does. My friends will point out fit guys and I can't help but compare them to Harry but honestly there is no comparison. He's the man of my dreams and I don't know what I'd do without him. I wipe away a tear just thinking about how happy I am. I grab my bags and walk up the steps to the door. Fumbling with the keys in my hand I see through the window that Harry has used his key and is inside waiting for me. My heart beats faster and my stomach immediately goes berserk. The fact that he still does this to me just shows you how in love with him I am. I would literally die from a broken heart if we ever broke up.
I open the door and place my bags down quietly so I can sneak up on him. I walk towards the living room as there is an amber glow coming from the fireplace. I stand in the entryway to the living room in awe. There sat the man who held my heart in his hands, on the floor with a roaring fireplace and a bottle of wine next to him. Scattered around the floor were photos of us together from the day we met to who knows when. He loves to take photos of us together. "Darling I'm home" I whisper from the entry. He turns his head and he's a complete wreck, hair a disheveled mess and tears streaming down his face. Eyes red and puffy as if he'd been crying for days. "Harry what's wrong? Are you alright sweetheart?" I say rushing to his side. I kick off my heels and kneel down beside him grabbing his face in my hands and placing a soft kiss to his lips. I've been dying to do this since the moment I left. He doesn't kiss back and I pull away shocked. "Harry please say something, you're scaring me." "We need to talk." is all he said and I felt my heart shatter into a billion pieces. Instant panic set in and I started to back away. I grabbed the bottle of wine and to a long drink out of it. I was fighting back the urge to cry, I didn't want to freak out too soon but the "we need to talk" speech never ends well. "ok well I guess we should do this now and get it over with." I say as I take a deep breath to calm myself. My mind is going crazy, this whole situation is totally mental. Here I've been dying without him, wanting him, needing him. Missing his touch and his kiss, craving his warmth next to me, and all he was thinking was when he would end it. I don't know what I did wrong, did he find someone else? I bet that's it, there's another girl somewhere that he met on tour and since I wasn't home when he got back he waited to tell me. Well at least he had the guts to tell me face to face but that doesn't make it any easier for me.
