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I run my fingertips over the plush fabric of Niall's navy duvet, letting in a long inhale of breath. My mind was racing. Racing because of Harry. Only Harry.

He wasn't the same. He wasn't the same Harry I've known for years. Its almost like something was controlling him. Ripping out that sweet innocence and replacing it with something dark. I wish I could understand what happened

to him but I just can't.

I blink a couple times, turning my attention to the window where Niall's grey curtains were drawn back. It was lightly snowing out, the white flakes dancing as the wind carried them.

Niall comes in the doorway, carrying a small duffle bag. He places it on the bed next to me, then sets himself in font of me.

He stares at me, his lips parting slightly as his eyes trace my features.

"What is it?" I question.

"I'm just trying to figure you out." His voice was hushed.

His hand comes up to the side of my face, caressing it as his thumb runs over my cheek bone.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

I sigh slightly, grabbing ahold of his hand. I place a kiss on his palm, then lace our fingers together, "I'm fine, really." I force a small smile. I'm not fine, I'm terrified.

"Alright..." He whispers, the corners of his lips turning up slightly.

His lips come in contact with mine, stealing a quick kiss before hopping off the bed.

"Mind helping me pack love?" He starts, going over to his closet, grabbing t-shirts and throwing them over to the empty bag.

"Sure." I grasp a shirt, folding it then placing it in the bag. My lips form a pout when Niall comes to my side, setting some boxers in the bag.

He looks at me, a side smirk forming as he chuckles slightly. His rough hands find my sides, then he gently pulls me toward him.

"It's only going to be a week darling." His lips barley brush over my earlobe, leaving me breathless.

I wine, placing my head in the crook of his neck, "A week without you is going to feel like a lifetime."

His chest rumbles, a small laugh escaping. His hands move to my forearms, rubbing small circles on my skin with the pads of his thumbs, "Time will fly, I promise." He kisses me on the cheek quickly before going to the bathroom.

I sit myself back on his bed, folding more pieces of clothing. My nose scrunches up in thought, "Love?" I call out.

"Yeah what is it?" Niall calls back.

"Um-" I start, my heart racing. "Do you-" I swallow, a lump starting to form in my throat. "Do you think Harry is, I dunno, acting a little-" I pause, "Different?"

I hear his footsteps coming back into the room, I look up from the jumper I was grasping a little to tightly. He sets down his toiletries, his face scrunching up slightly. "From his usual self?" He shakes his head, "No, don't think so."

I nod my head slowly, "Maybe its just me." I force out a small laugh.

He looks at me, his brows scrunching inward with confusion, "Has Harry done something to you?"

Shit.

I force the most convincing smile, my nose crinkling up in a playful way, "No, of course not!"

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