Time Share; A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 20:

Chapter 20

"Do you have to go?" I whine against Harrys warm chest. He frowns and presses his mouth together. We stand on the sidewalk, the black SUV awaiting that will transport him to the jet then to Africa to be away from me.

"Well it is your dad's movie.." He teases, stroking a hand down my arm. He looks at my still uneasy expression and places his hands on my shoulder. "Why don't you come visit? I need you around, I can't go months without you."

"I cant, Harry. My moms getting away for awhile to come up here for 2 weeks, but maybe after that?" I whisper, solving it out in my head. He reverts his gaze away and shakes his head sadly in response, obviously disappointed and having a fight with himself in his head.

"2 weeks then?" He asks softly, asking for confirmation. I nod firmly, "Two weeks, I promise."

"Mr. Styles, we really must be going!" a The driver shouts. He must be new, Harry is not the guy you want to rush. He spins his head back quickly in disgust.

"Give us a second." He states, his locked gaze on me. My heart begins to beat frantically, the denial that he's leaving coming in quick. He can't leave, he cant. "Hey, hey, look at me. I don't have much time so I need you to listen. Tay, it's okay shh. I'll call you every chance I get, every single chance." He states quickly, his hands cupping my cheeks closely to keep our eyes locked.

"B-but, your phone won't reach tha-t far.." I stutter, wiping the tears with the palm of my hand. He doesn't waver.

"I'll find a way okay? Just- please don't cry. I hate it when you cry." He pleads, his eyes distressed and rushed. I nod quickly, attempting to compose myself for his sake.

"Oh Harry, I'll miss you so much," I breathe out rapidly, pushing myself into his arms. His breath warming my neck and blowing strands from the back of my neck.

"You won't even know I'm gone.." He shrugs though we both know that's a lie. Every time we wake up, we will miss eachothers skin and touch and kisses. There will not be a time where when we will just forget of eachother. Nervousness from those moments to come bubble in my stomach. Before I can pull back, my lips are on Harrys, detailing every curve and ridge. The kiss is teaming with emotions and passion that is squeezed into a short kiss. Our lips running over eachothers, my hands around his neck while pulling him closer. Every taste and emotion is noted and scripted in the back of my mind for replays. We part slowly, lingering. Our foreheads lean our weight on eachother, only our breath separating us from kissing again.

The driver shouts again but neither of us seem to hear, all our thoughts focused on eachother and this moment. "I love you. Stay safe for me, alright?"

"I love you too, same to you. Don't get into too my mischief down there," I smirk, our faces so close that we almost touch. He chuckles sending vibrations into my body.

"Don't worry about me, i'll be fine. And don't worry about your dad, i'll take care of him." He whispers with a nod. The tears come pricking back, wanting to just envelop him tightly and keep him here. It means way more than he thinks by his words. I want my father safe and I know for a fact Harry will do so.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much.." I whimper against his shirt, pulling into his warm, black cotton sweater. He wraps his arms around me tightly, his chin resting on my head, swaying us.

"Of course. I'll see you soon alright?" He whispers, his lips now against my forehead, leaving an imprint. His arms stay around me. "I love you."

He releases me and starts walking backward, smiling purposely at me. I force myself to pull into a returning grin. He suddenly slips on the ice, sending him sprawling on his butt, yelping out with a deep grunt. I can't help but giggle, smirking at him as he stands, rubbing his injury. He rolls his eyes, grinning. Just before he gets in he waves, blows me a kiss and winks, "Two weeks, Taylor. Two weeks!" He shouts before ducking into the car.

I uncross one arm to wave back, catch his kiss and place it in my pocket. The image of a smiling Harry fades with his car into the distance, leaving me staring longingly into the horizon. Two weeks, two weeks. You can do this, Taylor. You can do this.

••

"So you mean you actually have feelings for the Styles' kid-I mean Harry.." Mom says as we walk, laughing as she thinks I'm kidding. My cheeks flush. I'm so happy to finally get to spend time with my mother, it's been too long and a girls' day is just what I needed.

"I know it sounds crazy, mom, but I love him.. He's changed and-"

"Oh don't tell me you two..." she starts, glancing at me before widening at my facial expression. I wince. "You did! Taylor, imagine what could've happened, letting this boy take your virginity!"

"I know but nothing happened, we're careful. Plus what's the worst that could happen, have a baby? Honestly i'd like to have children with him."

"This is just puppy love talking-"

"No, mom, it's not. I love him, and you know for a fact I wouldn't fall easily and wouldn't give myself willingly to any guy without having strong feelings for him." I burst, stopping in midstride to look into her eyes. She softens her features, her hand lingering softly on my cheek.

"I know, I'm sorry, T. I just don't want you to rush into your first love too quickly. I just don't want you hurt." She says lovingly, searching deep in my eyes like she use to do when I was a kid. "You really love him, don't you?"

"More than anything." I whisper, my conviction surprising even myself. She breaks into a large smile, engulfing me in a large, warm hug. I smile back into it.

"Oh, sweetie, if you love him, he's got our approval. Now, let's talk about a different subject before this turns into both of us heading to the makeup department early." She laughs, gently wiping the tip of her eye. I join in her laughter, hooking our arms together and continuing walking whilst choosing a happy subject. Having my mom around to vent is amazing, though Ed is there for me, it's great to have a girl to talk to.