One Direction Dating Scenarios

Harry - Like Titanic (Chapter 3)

You and Harry go out every single night before he and the boys have to leave for the next location of their tour.

Every single night, for four days, you’d gone out and every single night, you would try to say goodbye. And…end up kissing. But tonight is his last night and you both decide it’d be best to just stay at your place.

You watch Harry from your bed as he carefully browses your DVD selection. You drink in the sight of him—his jaw line, his knitted eyebrows, everything—knowing very well this may be the last time you get to do so. After all, you knew this wonderful week was just that. Only a week. It had to end sometime. You and him had to end sometime. 

It's like Titanic. You absolutely love the movie and the experience while watching it is amazing...but no matter how many times you want to watch it, it will always have an end.

“Aha,” he exclaims as he slides a single DVD out of its slot. “Found it.” He shows you the cover and you can’t help but smile. “We had to watch it eventually.”

“Okay, but if you let out the tiniest laugh when I start bawling my eyes out, I’m kicking you out.”

He joins you on the bed and you start to make yourself comfortable. You’re about to lay on a massive heap of pillows when Harry shakes his head at you. “What?” you ask. He tosses the pillows aside and points to himself.

“Oh, jeez,” you say, but you joyfully crawl over to him anyway and lean against him, your head on his shoulder.

“Much better,” he says, satisfied, and he presses play on the remote. Celine Dion’s soothing voice emanates from the TV and as the word ‘TITANIC’ comes on screen, Harry’s hand finds its way to yours. He holds onto it tightly while your favorite movie unfolds before you.

. . .

Two hours and two hundred tissues later, you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror like you had the night of your first date. Only now, your eyes are alarmingly red and puffy. You’ve never cried THIS much from watching Titanic. Though a firm voice in your head keeps telling you the movie wasn’t the only thing you were crying about.

You come out and see Harry leaning against the window with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the dark sky. You touch his arm, making him jump a little, but his eyes instantly come alive with light.

You push the window open, climb onto the roof, and extend your hand out to him. He happily takes it and steps out with you. You then take him across the roof and take a seat with the sky now in full view.

“It looks even more amazing from here,” you say, lying down with your hands rested behind your head. As you gaze at the endless night sky, you can’t help thinking about Rose. And how she watched the stars above, waiting for death. Right before she had to say goodbye to Jack forever.

It hits you hard just how much you hate having to say goodbye to Harry now. It wasn’t like he was dying or anything like Jack did, but it hurts just as much.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry breaks into your thoughts.

You don’t want to mention him leaving so you say, “Titanic.” It’s partly true.

He laughs softly. “I really do admire how much you like that movie. It means a lot to you?”

You turn to look at him and the stars dotting the sky seem to frame his face perfectly. “It does. I guess…I know it’s just a movie, but it’s important to me. Probably more than anything.”

“Hm,” he ponders this. “I was thinking about Titanic too actually. I always thought it was a bit weird how quickly romance builds in those movies. You never really see that kind of stuff happen in real life. But they make it work.”