Harry Styles' Baby

Chapter Sixteen:

It sounds pathetic but Chelsea and I resorted to sharing a bed because every bed in this house was huge and they were lonely, especially when you were used to someone else being in it with you. Even though Chelsea lived here, she was off at Niall’s house a lot during break or he even came over here which was fine. We were like a family. But now we're alone.

My phone began to ring and I snatched it off the counter, not bothering to check the caller I.D since I was a bit distracted by cooking.

“Brooklyn,” Harry sighs into the phone. God, I miss him and it’s only been a week, “Fuck, I miss you,” he tells me and I smile to myself.

“I’m sure I miss you more,” I tell him and I hear him chuckle.

“Why is that?” he questions, a smile obviously on his face.

“Well, your bed isn’t huge like the one here so you don’t feel all the empty space, I’m in your house and it smells like you and I love it, I don’t know, there aren’t that many reasons, I just miss you more,” I tell him, laughing to myself.

“My arms are empty, princess,” he tells me.

“And my body is cold,” I tell him, “Chelsea and I have been sharing a bed, we obviously fucking miss you guys,” I tell him, laughing a little.

“Two weeks, babe,” he assures me and I nod, forgetting he can’t see me.

“Yeah, I know,” I mumble and he sighs.

“How’s school?” he asks and I groan causing him to chuckle, “That bad?” he questions, a teasing tone in his voice.

“It’s okay I guess, I’m getting tired of it,” I admit.

“You know, you don’t have to do that crap when you’ve got me,” he tells me.

“As tempting as it sounds, I need to do it,” I tell him, flipping the pancake over. It was around 10 and nobody else was up, Marcus was being quiet surprisingly and I even checked on him multiple times because it was quite, well, unsettling.

“Why do you need to do it?” he asks, I hear a faint noise of something falling and people laughing.

“I feel like it’s something I have to do to succeed, I don’t really know,” I sigh, not even sure why I bothered with college ever since Harry came back in my life. Maybe because the uncertainty of our relationship.

“It’s almost over anyway,” he assures me.

“Thank God,” I laugh and Harry joins me.

“You’re beautiful,” Harry tells me and I raise my eyebrows, not caring he can’t see me.

“You can’t even see me,” I tell him, giggling.

“You’re always beautiful,” he tells me and I feel my face turn a bit pink.

“Stop, I’m blushing,” I tell him, laughing.

“I miss seeing that,” he tells me, a smile on his lips once again.

“I just miss everything,” I shrug.

“Me too,” he agrees.

“Haz, I’ll call you later, okay? I have to wake everyone up, I just finished breakfast. I love and miss you a ton, baby,” I tell him.

“Give Nikki a kiss from daddy, I love and miss you too, princess,” he sighs into the phone.

“I will,” I assure him before ending the call.

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A week and a half. That’s all that’s left until I get to see Harry. I will finally get to share a bed again, kiss him, hold him… This is all so hard; I don’t understand why it’s this hard.

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Chelsea, Marcus, Nikki and I would be leaving for our flight in the morning and I was doing some last minute packing when my phone rang, I grabbed him from the bed.

“Hello?” I answered

“Baby,” Harry says, a smile obvious, “I get to see you tomorrow,” he informs me and I laugh a little.

“You say that like I didn’t know,” I tell him, folding up a shirt.

“Maybe you didn’t,” Harry suggests and we both laugh.

“I’ve been counting down the days since you left, Haz,” I tell him, walking to our bathroom to wipe the makeup from my face.

“I miss you,” he tells me.

“You’ll have nothing to miss by tomorrow,” a smile on my own face.

“No, there will be something to miss,” he tells me. What? What is there to miss?

“What is there to miss?” I ask, walking back to the bedroom and continuing to throw more clothes in my suitcase.

“Well,” he sighs, “we can’t make love or fuck if we’ve got Nikki the whole week,” he tells me, laughing. My face goes red.

“I-I’ll…uh, we can a-arrange something,” I stutter, suddenly even happier but nervous that Harry wanted to have sex. I don’t know why, we’ve done it before, obviously.

“Good because I miss everything,” Harry tells me, chuckling at my nervousness, “Your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your body, the way you feel against me, the way you feel around me, everything,” he tells me and I begin to blush even harder.

“I-I miss it too,” I manage to get out, Harry usually wasn’t like this so it was strange.

“I love you,” he tells me.

“I love you too,” I tell him, the blush on my cheeks dying down.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?” he assures me.

“Can’t wait,” I tell him, ending the call.