too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 9.

For the past couple of days, we spent it at the hotel or my house, we also took a mini roadtrip to some Indian ceremony place a couple hours away.

We started to get noticed a lot more now, but only few would be rude to me, which I greatly appreciated.

The more time I spent with him, the more times I fell in love with him.

I loved the simplest things about him. The way he'd push his hair out of his eyes and how he'd go into deep thought for a moment, then he'd never stop talking.

I loved the way he'd have those crinkles in the corners of his eyes when he was laughing so much he'd almost cry. The way he'd tell bad jokes and then pick me up from wherever I had been and take me to some random place. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about what he loves and how he would move his hands when trying to make a valid point in a pointless, yet intriguing argument.

I fell in love with the way I loved him over and over again.

How he'd just reel me back in after being so inlove again and again.

The fact that he's leaving kills me.

But at least this time I can say goodbye.

I never got to say goodbye to my brother or dad.

They both kinda just vanished, which isn't surprising.

The scary part is that maybe he won't come back. He could do something in London and realize how stupid he is to love me.

That's the bad thing, maybe he won't come back.

But we've argued over this plenty of times, he loves me and he won't leave me really, its just a week or so.

That's the only relief I have. A week.

A week and I will be back in his arms and everything will be good.

During that week without him, I'll just be normal and make myself do things to keep myself busy.

Harry makes me happy, and he wants me happy, therefore I must try and not harm myself within this week.

I need to work and study and be a good best friend to Julia.

That's what I really need to do.

The other boys were in a different van than Harry and I on the ride to the airport.

It was a long ride, but Harry insisted on me joining him on the ride; I didn't complain.

We didn't talk much on the way there, we just sat there, hand in hand, looking into eachothers eyes, because, for a week, we won't be able to do any of that. I tried to read a book, but it hadn't been working out very well.

No kisses, no hand holding, no hugs, no little whispers of "I love you's," and no being near eachother.

Part of me knew it was wrong, I was being selfish and Harry has family that hasn't seen him in a while, but I've only had him for a week, and now he's leaving.

It's not very fair. But then again, what is? Even life isn't fair in the end. We all die. We're all going to die. We spend our whole lives working towards success and then its all taken away because, well, you die.

And that's the sad part.

Harry was playing with my hair when I told him something I shouldn't have.

"It's not fair." I whispered, looking up from my worn down copy of Life of Pi by Yann Martel. It was a book about someone who survives a shipwreck for 200-something days.