Sometimes

Chapter 25

The rest of the week sadly passed quickly and before I knew it I was sat hand in hand with Harry, in the back of the bands car as Jack drove me to the train station.

"Are you sure you don't want to travel back with us?" Harry asked as we walked hand in hand from the car to the platform.

"I would love to but it would take Jack forever to drop me off at home" I said, conscious that I lived on the opposite side of London to Harry "So I'll just get the train and then reacquaint myself with the tube" I said with a small smile, trying to look as comfortable with my decision as possible.

"Well as long as you're sure" he said as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. We stood like that for a few moments, as my pending departure neared.

"I should go" I said pulling away, conscious of the time, despite my train being only a few feet away.

"Well..." he said before pausing "Guess I'll see you around" he said with a sympathetic smile, his eyes slightly blank.

"Yeah, I'll let you know Monday what my week is like and see if we can meet up or something" I said reassuringly, knowing our lack of contact would be bothering him as much as it was bothering me. Spending a week together and in each other's company 24/7 and then nothing would definitely be a shock to the system.

"Yeah" he said before he kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and sighed slowly. I'd miss this, I thought to myself as he pulled me closer before his lips found mine. My arms found their way around his neck as his hands gently pushed our torsos closer before he entwined his fingers in my hair. It was a passionate, yet unloaded embrace, an embrace that wanted nothing else than to say goodbye. It was tender, gentle and romantic but it had to come to an end or I would miss my train. He pulled away slightly and he rested his forehead against mine before whispering "Go, or it'll leave without you".

"Bye" I said before pecking him on the nose and turning on my heel and making my way over to the train. I took a seat next to the window and glanced out to see him stood waiting for the train to leave. He stood with his hands in his jean pockets, while his oversized beanie pushed his soft curls in front of his eyes. His face was serene and blank but his eyes, what I could see of them through his curls, looked sad and distant as he stared into space. His eyes flickered up and met mine and a small smile broke from his lips. That was better, I thought as I returned the gesture, with that the train jolted forward slightly and began to depart. I blew him a kiss, and gave him a wave before sitting back in my seat. Looking at him vanish in the distance may have tipped me over the edge so I focused my attention on the seat in front of me as I focused on my breathing, as I tried to stop the emotion taking over me.