Crazy Little Thing Called Love

I Love You Or How I Was An Idiot

Hi everyone, a very merry Christmas to everyone who's celebrating!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) All the love, Summer xxxx Ps. Also, a very happy birthday to our favourite Donny lad, the one and only Louis Tomlinson!

"I miss you already." Harry mumbled into my hair and tightened his grip around me. I buried my face in his neck and tried to savour this moment for the next few weeks to come. "I will miss you, too." I admitted and felt him press a kiss to my hair. Our moment was interrupted by the ringing of Harry's phone. With a sigh, he pulled away and instead intertwined our fingers, while he answered the phone with his other hand. "Hello?" There was a short pause while he listened to whoever was at the other end of the line. I leaned against him and felt him give my hand a light squeeze. "Thank you, I'll be downstairs in a minute." he replied and pushed the phone back into his pocket.

I looked up at him and saw his expression mirroring mine. He let go off my hand and gently cupped my face, before pressing a final kiss to my lips. His eyes searched mine for something, before he took a deep breath. "I love you, Claire." he said sincerely, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and sadness. I opened my mouth and closed it again without making a sound and his face fell, before he let go off me. He pressed one last kiss to my forehead, before he stepped away from me and picked up his bag from the floor. 

Again, I tried to say something, but no words left my mouth. In the door he turned around one more time and gave me a sad smile. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks, love, take care of yourself." He turned around and started closing the door, but before he could shut it completely, I finally found my voice again. "Harry, I..." I began, but he interrupted me. "It's fine, love, don't worry about it." he said, before he closed the door completely, leaving me standing in my hallway in shock. There was one thing that I knew for sure: whatever you wanted to call this situation, it was definitely not fine. Outside, I heard the car drive off to the airport and slid down to the floor in our hallway, hot tears streaming down my face.

When Lily returned home two hours later she found me in the same position, but the tears had dried by this point. Harry hadn't replied to any of my messages, nor had he answered or returned any of my calls and by now he was most likely already on the plane down to France again. "Hi, I'm back, what have yo-" Lily interrupted herself when her eyes fell on me. "What's wrong?" she asked and closed the door behind her, before she crouched down in front of me. "Harry told me he loves me." I sniffled and burst into tears again. Lily's look of concern changed into one of confusion. "And that's a problem why?" she asked and crouched down in front of me. "I didn't say it back!" I wailed and a frown appeared on her face. "But... you do love him?" she asked and when I nodded she sighed and pulled me into a hug.

"Why didn't you say it back?" she asked me and I shrugged and pulled away a bit. "I was in shock, I didn't expect him to say it!" I explained and wiped my eyes with my sleeve, only to notice that I was wearing one of Harry's hoodies which made me cry even harder. "And he just pulled away and said 'it's fine' and walked out before I could say anything and I was too much in shock to run after him and he has been ignoring me ever since." I leaned my head back against the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm me down. "Then why are you still sitting here?" Lily asked me and I looked up in confusion. 

"Go to France and tell him!" she told me with a stern look and chuckled when she saw my face. "Claire, for someone so intelligent you can sometimes be a little bit stupid." she said with a grin and stood up. She held out a hand for me and pulled me up, as well, before pulling me into a tight hug. "Do you really think I should fly to France?" I asked into her shoulder and she instantly let go off me and shoved me into the direction of my room. "Yes, of course! You'll go and pack and I'll look for the next flight to Paris and try to figure out where exactly he's filming tomorrow, alright?"