Something Infinite

Chapter 56

Harry's POV

I woke up in the morning feeling a bundle of anxiousness at the core of my stomach, mixed with a subtle hint of fear, and overpowering emotion of excitement. To sum it up, there wasn't one emotion that could describe my attitude towards today- I was feeling multiple.

It was the last time I would be waking up to a day, set for travel, to head to my tour with the rest of my band. There wouldn't be anymore packing for months away, or heart wrenching goodbyes to my family- instead this was a goodbye to the life I knew, a life which put me on the map, and lead me to this very day.

I knew I made the right decision though, it was time to walk away from the microphone, and watch the lights dim for a while. The stage was my home, it's where I was comfortable and confident, but it was time to explore other ventures, and be the type of father and partner my family needed me to be- present.

Jen packed our suitcases last night,  folding all my clothes perfectly one by one, staring at each shirt a little longer, before packing it. She chose my wardrobe for the shows, selecting shirts that I'd worn to previous shows and events over my career. She insisted each had sentimental meaning, and there was no other way to depart, than to wear clothing that held memories.

I smiled at the selection she made for what would be my final outfit, for the last show of the tour. It didn't surprise me, she always said it was her favourite. I watched her hold up the navy shirt with white hearts, paying more attention to that one than the rest.

I asked why she chose it, she responded- "Because I remember every emotion I ever felt, while watching you wear this. I want to remember your last show, as you being the man I first fell in love with."

The first tour she came on seemed so long ago now, a distant memory that I recalled like it was yesterday. I remembered every day I spent with her- from the first night she spent with me in London, to first telling her I wanted to marry her one day on the bus, somewhere in America. I remembered every argument- every painful, heart breaking emotion fuelled by jealousy and secrecy. Most of all, I remembered every moment of loving her, and holding her so tightly I couldn't breathe. I loved that feeling, I craved it.

I watched her sleep beside me, thinking this was the last time I would wake up in this bed, and her be just my girlfriend. The next time we were here, she'd be my fiancé, and just the thought alone made my heart burst with love and admiration for this woman beside me.

I watched her grow into the strong woman she had become, overcoming battles and obstacles thrown her way over the last couple of years. She was always strong minded, she was never weak, but she was vulnerable and fragile, she couldn't handle when things were challenging. She ran from her fears, and avoided feeling any type of pain, even though it was always buried inside of her.

She was different now though, and I was proud of her. She faced her battles, and admitted her faults. She stopped running from her fears, and tackled them head on. I admired that quality in her- it was one of the many things I loved about her. My girlfriend, my future wife, and the mother of my first born child- I loved everything about her.

I heard Mia making noises through the monitor, so I turned it off, deciding to go to her so Jen could get the extra sleep before the flight. Before leaving the room, I quickly hid her ring in my suitcase, between clothing so she wouldn't see it if I opened it in front of her.

I made my way up the stairs, heading straight into Mia's room, to see Eleanor already tending to her. She would be heading to the U.K with us today, since she was coming along to a couple of the shows, and she needed to return to her work.

"Looks like she's already in capable hands, I could have stayed in bed," I took a seat opposite her, as she sat in Jen's rocking chair.

"You could have put some pants on, don't you get cold during the night?" She scrunched her nose up at my overnight attire.