Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

39. Summer Love

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For once, I'm not going to rant about meaningless things now... I don't think I could handle it... So I'm just gonna take a deep breath and pretend this isn't the last chapter, okay?

Yeah...

So...

Here we go.

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Chapter 39

Summer Love

I wish I'd never woken up that morning.

I wish I could've stayed in Harry's arms forever.

But most of all, I wish nothing ever came to an end.

When the faint sunlight finally made its way through the blinds and hit my eyelids, I tried so badly to go back to sleep. I squeezed my eyelids shut even harder, tried to keep my breathing under control. I felt the blood run through my veins, felt the oxygen fill my muscles - my body was ready to start a new day. I ignored it though, forced my heavy head to stay on its place on the pillow and forced my eyelids to stay shut. No matter how many more minutes, no matter how many more days I could spend together with Harry, my mind would never be ready for this. So I pretended to be asleep.

I pretended to be asleep, just to feel his chest press against my back as he breathed in. Just to feel the slight tickle on my head as he breathed out, let the air blow over my hair. Just to feel the light touch of his arm, thrown around my waist, feel the unknown feeling of safety, just for a few more seconds. Before it was all over...

A too quick and too shaky breath left my lips and I felt the tears burn behind my closed eyelids. My throat felt dry, like if filled with a desert that prevented me from speaking, prevented me from breathing.

"You okay?" Harry muttered sheepishly, letting out a big yawn begins me. I tried to swallow, but it was like trying to swallow a teaspoon of cinnamon; everything just stuck in my throat and mouth and all I wanted to do was open it to let out a big cloud of smoke.

I nodded at his question, not daring to open my mouth. If I did, I was afraid that I would start crying.

I slowly opened my eyes, letting the sight of the messy room sink in. Clothes were thrown on the floor, a hat lay in the armchair, a computer was balancing on the top of a pile of sweaters. It was messier than ever but it would always remind me of the best night in my life. In quite many ways, it reminded me of Harry himself; he was messy and unorganised, but that's what liked about him.

My eyes found the clock on the wall over the door: 07:12 am - time to get up.

The plane would leave Arlanda airport between 11:00 am and 11:30 am. Since it was a private plane that would take them to Germany for their next concert, the exact time wasn't that important. Still, it would take the driver an hour to drive to the air port which meat we had to leave at 10:00 am. That was in less than three hours and, from what I knew, the lads hadn't even packed yet. And neither had I. Though I would come with them to the airport, I would be going home today as well. I'd gotten strict orders about that I would be ready to grab a cab outside the airport to take me home, meaning that all my things had to be packed and taken with me to the airport. Tomorrow, I would be returning the clothes, the iPhone, the iPad and all other stuff to the headquarter in exchange for my payment.