Me, Myself, and Harry Styles

Chapter 13

November

Elizabeth's POV

"Come again?" I questioned. Julia looked at me and rolled her eyes. 

"i am sorry for calling you a whore. It wasn't my place to do so and I have felt guilty since the moment the words escaped my lips. And I would really like a nice final dinner with my boyfriend before he leaves for the tour." She rushed the words together. 

"Yeah, thanks for apologizing. And I forgive you." I explained. We both agreed to at least be civilized towards each other. As we walked out to the table, I glanced at the boys. They were all laughing at some past memory.I smiled to myself, I haven't seen him laugh like that in a long time. We have all been stressed for the past couple of months and it felt good to see him let go, even for a second. Julia and I sat down at the table and I grasped Harry's hand. He smiled at me and turned back to the group. We all finished our dinners and said our goodbyes. I hugged the boys and girls and We all parted to our cars.

"Harry?" He turned to me in the car and I began with my question," How long is the tour?" He exhaled loudly.

"Simon said six months." He sounded sad. 

" Okay. I just wanted to know. Anyway, what day do you want for the wedding? It's the first thing we need to establish to get the invites out there." 

'Uh, what about a spring wedding? Maybe in May?" He suggested.

"What about May 13th? It's the national tulip day." I told him, looking in my phone.

"What if we get married in England?" It was more of a demand. 

"That would be fine." I answered. 

"Where, though?" he turned the wheel to pull into our parking spot.

"What about the cliffs in Sussex. We went there once as a family." I googled it and immeadiately liked it. I already pictured the white seats next to each other with purple flowers lining the aisle.

"Sounds good, then. I'll call you to ask for other questions, then." A lump formed in my throat. I gathered myself together and we both got out of the car: and walked to the apartment together. I got my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door. Simba was there to greet us. I threw my bag on the counter and picked the kitty up. I went into our bedroom and sat on the bed. I put Simba down on the bed and took off my shoes. Harry came in and sat on the other side of the bed, turning the lamp on. He grabbed the remote and turned the tv on. I pet Simba and looked at Harry.

"You know, I was thinking of a different type of entertainment tonight."  He turned to me with a smile on his face. He turned the lamp off as I giggled.

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I woke up in a tangle of the bed sheets. Harry was already out of bed, a towel around his waist and a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He was shuffling around the room, grabbing clothes and shoes.

"I forgot to pack last night. I was a little busy," He looked over at me and we both smiled. He was talking to Louis on the phone. I absentmindedly got out of bed with the sheets wrapped around my bare body. I grabbed his shampoo and hair products (i think I have already mentioned how many he had. Refresher: hair salon). And I put them all in his suitcase. He had all of his supplies and was waiting on me to go to the airport. I got a shower and dried my hair. After getting dressed, I fed Simba and got shoes on. I walked back into our bedroom and said,

"I'm ready to go, if you are." And then i remembered a very important question. "What color?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"For the master bedroom. I need your opinion for this room." 

" Ah, what about light brown. I don't know what colors look good. Get the girls over here to pick it out. I have faith in you." The last part he said almost sarcastically. 

"Okay, then. I will paint it pastel pink." i was teasing him. He just rolled his eyes. But, getting the girls over here wasn't a bad idea.

"Alright, let's go." I mumbled. The happiness was suddenly sucked out of the room.

"Say bye to Simba." I suggested. He picked up the cat, who touched his nose with her paw. He kissed the top of her head and put her back on the floor. I picked up one of Harry's lighter bags and we we walked out the door. After locking it, we went down the elevator and into the car. It was a comfortable silence. His thumb grazed over the top of my hand every now and then in a reassuring way. We finally got to the airport and his security guards were there for his luggage and our protection. He carried his bag full of his electronics and we made our way through the fans and paparazzi. We both signed autographs and took pictures, faking smiles. When Harry was on the other side of the crowd and a little girl wanted my autograph, she hugged me through the fence.

"I'm sorry he has to go away." She said. The gaurds looked at me for any sign of "get her off of me" But I hugged the girl back. She couldn't have been more than nine or ten.

"Thanks for the hug." I bent down to her level."What's your name?"

"Hannah." She smiled, revealing a missing tooth. I grinned back at her, this one was real. "I want to be a singer, just like you." 

"Well, I bet you will be. Just practice and practice. The music people will be begging to have you." she giggled.

"I have to go now, but thanks for making me feel better." I told little Hannah. 

"No problem." She giggled again. I walked away from the little one to Harry, who was waiting at the door. We joined hands and went to the private jet. 

''You have everything?" I asked. He nodded in reply. ''I love you." I squeaked.

"I love you, too." He replied, kissing the tear away. We hugged for the last time, holding on to each other longer than necessary. He kissed me, my tears mingling with our lips. I was the first one to pull away.

"Salty." He smiled. I laughed, just to have some happiness in the moment.

"See you in a little bit." He darkly joked as he got in the plane.

"i wont even notice you were gone." I shot back. He waved at me from the plane window and the door was shut.

"Miss, you will need to go inside, now. The plane has to take off.'' I let a woman in her mid thirties lead me to an awaiting car. I was driven to our car in the parking lot, I got into the car. And with that, I began my six month wait.