No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter TwentyThree

Chapter TwentyThree

**Abigail's POV**

Goodbye. Tonight. Right now. Goodbye was the only thing coursing through my mind. This was it an entire year without my Harry. Sure we would FaceTime on occasion and have 5 hour long conversations. Sure he would come down for a week or two when they allowed him too and sure I would have Niall. But it wouldn't be the same. I would still feel alone at night and I would still overwhelm myself with the idea that Harry will come across someone who is much better than me. Who had it all and would just throw me, No us, away like a piece of old candy. One that at one point was sweet and fulfilling but having it everyday became overwhelming and tiring.

"You coming?" He yells as I whipe a couple stray tears that had escaped my eyes.

"Yea" I yell after tossing my hair up into a messy bun. I thought the first time we had bid our farewells was hard, but I was wrong. This was much worse. I had a taste of us, us before he left , us before Niall and our drifting apart and I grew attached to having him around because of one amazing night. That always seems to happen. A train of events that are predictable in my life , I grow attached and I grow familiar. What is wrong with me?

"You alright babe?" He asks pulling me by the waist and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. Why must he do this to me? Kiss me this way and hold me this way?

"Hmm" I hum not trusting my words , they most likely would have come out pleading and desperate anyways.

"You sure?"

Right now , I wanted to capture this moment treasure it and preserve it. Why must love be so hard? I nod and follow him to the car.

The drive was silent , aside from the uncomfortable chitter chatter and his miserable attempt at making conversation out of cliché things like the weather. When we had arrived at the Airport , it was silent for sometime , as we just sat for awhile. It wasn't our comfortable and enduring silence , it was a foreign, much to our discomfort one. His hand was placed on my thigh and every now and then he would give off a few reassuring squeezes. I couldn't draw the energy to turn around and face those beautiful emerald eyes because if I did I would brake down, physically and internally.

"Babe , look at me"

I just shook my head, I was surprised I managed to show some type of movement. His hand tugs at my chin forcefully , and our eyes meet.

"Why are you crying?" He asks , had I been crying?

"Your leaving" I simply whisper , his face falling completely. I hated that this hurt me so much , actually harder than before. Just because I have the experience of him being gone. That week that he left and I grew closer to Niall was hell. Al though I wont admit this to Harry , with his absence I'm afraid I will be pushed on Niall and would somehow develop feelings for him.

"Ask me to stay please" he begs but I just stay silent. I can't do that. No matter how upset I grow, its just not right.

"Please , I can't get on a plane with you like this"

I sigh as more unexpected tears trickle down my face. Why can't they just stop?

"I can't do that.. Its not right" I sigh once again

"Love's not right.. This , leaving you behind while you grief because of my absence is not right. I can't get on a plane knowing your here bawling your orbs out" he whispers taking my hand in his. I loved the connection. The way electricity travels from his body and on to mine reaching my heart and making it skip beats. I loved how with one touched my body ached for more. I loved how he made me feel , how my body responds to his every touch. I love that I'm completely infatuated by him. I loved that even through all this bullshit that has been thrown our way he manages to forgive me to make us right. I fucking love him and its consuming my body , it screams for him.. For him to stay. But my brain is rational enough to remind me to do the right thing.