Meant For You

To New York

Chapter 27: To New York

---Hope POV---

I always find it hard to say goodbye to the people I love and after last night with Harry it both seems harder and easier at the same time. After our dancing we ate dinner but the passion between us kept sizzling away, barely concealed under our skin. As soon as we’d finished eating… well you can guess what happened.

That’s why it was harder. We were so much closer, impossible closer than before and even before it was hard. It’s easier because I’ve had to do this so many times before, both with my mum and now Harry. It’s also easier because I know I’ll see him in a few weeks and in between that time I’m going to be working flat out anyway so hopefully I’ll hardly notice the time passing.

My knee bounces constantly as I wait for my flight. Harry sits next to me, stroking my bouncing knee. I know he’s just trying to soothe me as I’m starting to get nervous.

“I know you’re going to do really well at this fashion show Hope. You need to calm down.” His voice doesn’t settle the nervous butterflies in my stomach. I’m freaking out way too much.

“I’m just so nervous.” I whisper back to him turning slightly so I can rest my back against his chest. His arms come around my waist, stroking my stomach instead.

“I know but as I said last night before you went on stage, you’ll lose yourself to what you love.” He whispers back, his lips right by my ear and his warm breath brushing across the side of my face. I sigh slightly at his words, remembering that he’s always right in this regard.

“What if they don’t like my designs though?” I mumble to him, my head falling back and eyes closing, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“They’ll love them babe. You’re one of the top three designers out there – second only to your mother may I add - and nothing you’ve ever made has been hated. That’s got to be some sort of record doesn’t it?” He tells me laughing lightly when I only shrug.

“Maybe, I guess I’ll have to wait and see then.” I tell him softly. He mumbles an agreement and then we just sit in silence, soaking in each other’s company. Harry’s head falls onto my shoulder at one point and before I know it I’ve fallen asleep.

*

When I wake up it’s to Louis calling mine and Harry’s names and a gentle rubbing on my thigh. That’s how I know that Harry is awake.

“What Lou?” I ask sleepily. I try to roll over but then realise that I’m in a practically upright position, resting on Harry, and then I remember why I’m here. “They’re calling my flight aren’t they?” I question him, my voice still thick and groggy.

“ ‘Fraid so Love.” I hear Liam say quietly.

“Damn.” Harry and I grumble at the same time, eliciting quiet chuckles from the others around us.

“You know, you could always just not go?” Harry says but I know he’s only teasing. He wouldn’t really wish such a thing, not when he knows this show in New York is a huge deal for me. “Stay with me.” He mumbles into my hair again and I laugh slightly.

“You do realise that I find myself at an impasse. To stay here and miss preparation for my fashion show or leave and miss you.” I sigh to myself, but although I would miss Harry, I have forever with him and only these few weeks to show what I’m made of in the fashion industry.

“I know what you are going to say. So, get up because you have a plane to catch.” He sighs and I laugh at him, turning my head to kiss him softly. Pulling away I lug myself off of him and stand up stretching, my bones and muscles aching from the upright sleeping position. “If you keep stretching like that, you won’t be getting on that plane.” Harry warns his voice deep and husky. When I turn around, his beautiful green eyes have darkened impossibly. I smirk slightly, a plan forming in my head already. I feel a little awkward because we’re in public, but right now, I just want to watch his reaction.