Escaping - Larry Stylinson (rewriting)

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

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It's around midnight and I'm so uncomfortable on these airport benches. They're cold too. Though, they'll have to do. I can see the sky through the big windows. It looks like it's a quiet night. The sky has turned a dark shade of blue with some stars lightening it up.

I look over at Harry who is on the bench opposite from me. The damn benches are too small to lie on together, so we have to spend the night separated. I turn to lie on my side and Harry does so as well once he notices. We're facing each other now.

I smile at him and he chuckles while shaking his head. I know for sure he's referring to our previous incident. It's wasn't our best idea to have sex at an airport. I feel my cheeks heat up and I shake my head back at him.

"I want to lie next to you," I say. My voice sounds smaller than I expected it to be.

"Me too, babe. We'll sleep together tomorrow okay?" I can hear Harry is very tired as well by the way he speaks. It's been a tough day, you know? I don't blame him. We left everything behind today... Our home, families and friends. We've traveled all the way to Portugal. Plus, I lost my suitcase and we were caught making out. Half naked, may I add.

I mumble something in response that I don't even understand myself and pull out my phone from my pocket. I look at the screen as it lights up.

I frown. 

26 missed calls from: Mom
13 texts from: Mom

"What's wrong, Lou?" Harry asks.

"I-I've got twenty-six missed calls from my m-mom" I stutter and try to keep me from crying.

I don't want Harry to see me upset. I don't want him to think I regret moving away with him. Because I don't. It's just a bit hard on me... I don't want the curly lad to feel even more guilty than he already does.

"Babe..." Harry starts, but I know he doesn't really know what else to say. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I watch him move from the bench and crawl over to me. He looks so tired... Harry gets on his knees and sits next to me on the floor. His eyes steady on mine as he caresses his hand through my hair.

"Don't be," I whisper as I sit up. Harry pulls back his hands. "It's fine, love. Honestly" I try to fake a smile.

I know Harry sees through it. He doesn't buy it. Though, he drops it. He doesn't ask further. I think in these years that he's got to know me, he's learned that when I fake a smile, I'm not in for talking.

"Would you like to call her back?" Harry asks as he places his hand on my cheek. I look down at him and focus on the green in his eyes.

I shake my head, but honestly, I'm not sure. 

"I don't know," I say rather powerless. "I don't know how to explain it to her. I just-" I have nothing to say.

"Lou..." Harry starts. "Listen, I want to be here for you and help you. I want to give you good advice and fix your problems. I want to take all your bad feelings away. I want you to be beautifully happy, but at this point.., I just don't know how to do that. I feel as if this is all my fault. Well, actually it is my fault.. But I-"

"Harry," I cut in. "You didn't ask me to move with you. I made that choice myself. You're not the one who made me leave. I did that myself" I take Harry's hand in mine and start to fumble with his fingertips. "Harry, you can not think this is your fault because it isn't. And I'm happy with you here"

"No!" Harry almost shouts. "Don't you dare say I didn't make you leave" his breathing starts to get heavier.

"Believe me when I say this isn't your fault" I tell him. My voice is calm and I hope it helps Harry to calm down a bit as well. "I'm all good as long as I'm with you," I pull him in for a hug.