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4 - A Trip Back Home

(A/N I do not have a schedule, but as of now I am updating every other day sometimes 2 or 3 days in a row depending on how much time I have. This is a bit of a longer chapter. So enjoy x) ©.

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"Don't worry, it's only going to be for a few days, and only to see my mother okay?" I say as I try to reassure Harry that I would be just fine.

His face doesn't show any sign of relief.

"I don't want you going overseas without me, especially with everything that has happened over the past week, your name and face is everywhere, if the wrong person got to you-"

"Harry.. I'll be fine okay? I'll call you before I get on the plane, when I land, when I make it to my mother's house, before I go to sleep, when I wake up, and so on and so forth," I say as I pack my last bits of clothing into my suitcase.

He sighs and sits on the edge of the bed.

"You're taking the jet by the way, I'm not going to risk anything with you flying commercially," he mumbles.

I sit down next to him and push my hair back.

He takes that moment to reach for my hand and kiss my wrist.

"I just want you to be safe.. You know you've become my entire world, since the day I met you.." he says softly.

I smile at him and rub my thumb along his hand.

"I know, and likewise, but I'm flying commercial Harry, and i'm going to take the bus, and I'll be just fine," I whisper to him.

He grits his teeth.

"You are so damn difficult."

I chuckle and get up once again to zip my suitcase up. My flight would be leaving in 3 hours and I didn't want to miss it and give Harry a reason for me to fly in his much too expensive jet.

"Atleast take a bodyguard with you," he says hopelessly.

"No.. Harry no, I'm leaving now," I say sharply.

I grab my one suitcase filled with all of my clothes and leave the room.

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"Promise you'll call me when you land?" he asks, worry lines etched into his perfect features.

"Harry we've been over this," I sigh and shift uncomfortably as we begin to draw more attention.

"May I have a picture?" a blonde middle aged woman asks, who is accompianed by a younger version of her with stick straight dark hair and shiny blue eyes.

"In a moment," Harry smiles.

The younger girl blushes and I grow jealous.

I kiss Harry softly and slowly, letting our mouths dance across eachother before losing my breath.

"Goodbye my love," I say cupping my hand over one of his broad shoulders.

"Goodbye gorgeous," he smiles weakly.

"Could you...?" the woman asks, handing me her phone.

I nod and snap a picture with just her and Harry, her daughter and Harry, and all three of them together.

"Thank you Harry! I love you!" she shrieks.

Harry smiles and embraces her.

I finally check in, and then board the plane.

First class was definitely like the movies. I had 'round the clock care, and different assortments of foods and beverages offered to me hourly.

The man seated about five feet away from me looks as if he's just seen a ghost.