Stella’s POV:
I wake up where I have woken up for the past week, exactly where I should be, in Harry’s arms. He is awake already and running his fingers gently through my long, brown curls. “Can you believe that we leave tomorrow?” he asks. “I know, it all seems so crazy.” I respond staring at the celling not wanting to move from Harry’s warm embrace. “What was it like the first time you went on tour?” I ask Harry quietly. “It was exciting; I remember not being able to sleep because of my excitement. Spending the first few days on the tour bus was the best though, it was the five of us and the four lads from Big Time Rush, and they had their own bus although they spent more time in ours than they did in theirs. It was all so surreal at first. I couldn’t just drive out a few hours to see my family because they were in a different continent. There were times where I loved being on the road and times that I got incredibly homesick. You will get used to it though Stella, you have all of the lads, Cristina and I with you all the time so you will never be alone baby, always remember that.” Harry says sweetly. “I love you Harry.” I tell him and I feel his heartbeat quicken against me. Do I really have this effect on him? He of course, does have that effect on me. My heart warms. “How much more packing do you have to do?” he asks me leaning up slightly in my bed. “I just need to do some quick laundry and then pack those items and then I’m done.” I tell him and he nods. “Alright so you’ll be done by say, 5pm?” he asks. “Yeah probably before then, why?” I ask. “No reason, just curious.” A mischievous smile spreads across his lips. “What are you planning Styles?” I question raising an eyebrow at him. “Nothing, nothing, not a thing.” he says smirking. I roll my eyes and sit up in the bed. “Have you planned to do something with the girls before you leave?” he asks. “Shit, thank God you reminded me. I totally forgot to call them yesterday.” I say jumping and grabbing my phone that was sitting on my dresser across from the bed. I look down to find that I’m in nothing but Harry’s t-shirt. No bra, no panties. I turn and smirk at him and dial Eleanor’s number into my phone and quickly exiting the room. “Later baby, don’t think you can run from me.” Harry calls out playfully. I smile and feel a slight pressure in my stomach. “Hey El!” I chirp into the phone. I turn on the coffee machine as I continue my conversation. “Hey Stella! How’s it going? Are you all packed?” she asks. “I’m almost done. What are you doing in a few hours?” I ask her grabbing two mugs out of the cupboard. “Nothing, I was hoping that the girls and I could come over and spend some time with you and Cristina before you leave.” she says reading my mind. “That’s exactly what I was calling for! Can you guys be here for, say 1pm?” I ask. “We will see you then! I’ll let the girls know!” she replies and our conversation ends. “How nice of you to join me Harry.” I joke and he grabs the mug of coffee that I made for him and sits at the island. He laughs and rolls his eyes at me. “So, what did the girls say?” he asks. “They will be here for 1 which means that you need to leave, girls day sorry baby.” I joke. “Oh Stella, I wouldn’t have called me baby if I were you.” He says with dark eyes standing from his seat at the island. He takes a few steps towards me until our faces are inches apart. He leans his mouth in being careful not to touch my lips. “What’s for breakfast Stella?” he whispers into my mouth. “I-I don’t know. What do you want?” I stutter. My legs feel like they are jelly and I don’t know how I am standing right now. “You.” he breathes. Oh God. “Harry.” I whine. “Problem?” he breathes. “N-no” I respond. “Good.” he says and presses his lips to mine. Instantly, my lips part allowing him in. I hear a sound at the door but ignore it and continue kissing Harry. “Whoa, you guys need to let me know when all this is happening so I have some kind of warning.” Cristina says waving her arms in our direction. Harry laughs and pulls his head away but keeps his arms wrapped around my waist. I blush slightly. “Don’t think that I’m going to forget about this, later baby.” he whispers in my ear. I flush. “Okay I don’t even want to know what he just said to you Stel.” Cristina jokes and walks over to us. I laugh at her. “Oh trust me, you don’t.” Harry smirks. Cristina rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Careful Harry, I’m just as scary as I was when you first met me.” Cristina warns him playfully, with a hint of seriousness in her voice. “Oh I know, you were absolutely terrifying.” he answers, voice full of sarcasm. “I am!” she defends herself. “Whatever helps you sleep at night Cristi.” He jokes and she pouts. “I’ll see you girls later. Stella, remember what I said.” he says winking at me and pressing his lips to mine again before heading to the door. “Out Styles.” Cristina jokes and Harry exits our condo. “The girls will be here for 1.” I tell Cristina and she nods and claps her hands. “Perfect! I feel like we haven’t seen them in forever!” she says. “I know same! It will be so weird being on the road for a year. It feels like this is home now, you know?” I ask her placing my mug and Harry’s in the sink. “I know what you mean, but you have so much to look forward to!” she tells me and I nod. “Yeah I know, it’s just going to be weird at first I guess.” I respond. “Anyways, I’ve got some laundry to do; do you have any dark clothes that need washing? I’m about to put a load in.” I ask her and she nods. “Yeah, I’ll grab them.” she tells me and runs to her room and returns with a small pile of clothes. “Thanks. Are you done now?” I ask her. “Yeah, do you need help with anything?” she asks me sweetly. “No I think I’m okay, I’ll be done after this laundry. Do you maybe want to go pick up a pizza or some Chinese take-out for when the girls get here? I don’t feel like cooking.” I ask her. “Yeah of course. Anything else you need?” she asks and I shake my head. “Nope, I think I’m good.” I tell her and she nods grabbing her purse and heads for the door. “Take my car Cristi; the keys are on the hook by the door.” I tell her and she smiles. “Thanks, I’ll be back!” she tells me and heads out the door.
