Don't Do This.

Sex

“You have to tell him.”  I ran my hands through my hair. 

“I know, but what will he think?” He just looks at me. 

“Okay. Okay, okay. I know. I just… I don’t want to ruin this,” I try. 

“Lennon, we have one day left. Even if he hated you, it wouldn’t make much of a difference,” he shouted at me. Shit. He’s right. 

“Ugh. Shit. Okay. I told him I had to tell him something anyways.” Soon, I hear a knock on the door. 

“Good afternoon, love,” Harry says, kissing my cheek. I invite him in and he plops down on my bed. “Oh, hey Park. So what did you need to tell me?” 

“Well… I guess we’ll start with the easy news then, okay?” He nods, growing concerned. “Alright, so tomorrow is our last day here.”

“What?!” he yells, his expression dropping. 

“Yeah…”

“But I don’t want you to go! I don’t like not being able to see you whenever I want!” I feel butterflies that soon pass when I realize what I have to do. 

“I have to Harry. I don’t want to, but—”

“Then don’t! You and Park can stay at my place!”

“I want to, I really do, it’s just… what would you do if I told you that in another life you were in a world famous boy band?” He pauses.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” I look at Park who nods and I pull out my phone. 

“You’re insecure, don’t know what for. You’re turning heads when you walk through the door. Don’t need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough.” I look at him, telling him that he’s about to sing. “Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you.” His expression is white for the rest of the song. He stands up, running his fingers through his hair and pacing. 

“Are you sure that’s me?” I nod and look down. “And you caused this?” I nod again, still looking down. “Where are the rest of them?”

“Wolverhampton, Doncaster, Bradford, and Mullingar,” I reply, finally looking up. He sighs, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Well then I’m going with you.” What?

“What?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“But you have a life here! A job! A family!”

“Yes, but I feel as though if I don’t come you’ll not only get hopelessly lost, but you’d be in danger,” he says, sitting next to me and grabbing my hands. 

“You don’t know that!”

“Neither do you!” I look down, thinking about it. 

“Alright. I guess you can come,” I say before he picks me up and spins me around. 

“Oh wait,” he says, putting me down. 

“What?”

“I need to pack. Gotta go love,” he says, kissing me and leaving. 

“I told you,” Park mocks from his bed. 

“Shut up.”