Trust

Chapter 5

"Hey Harry."

"Hey Lia," he whispers.

"Why are you whispering?" I laugh into the line.

"Because it's late here and everyone else on the bus is asleep."

"Then why'd you call me?" I question him.

"Because I wanted to hear your voice," he whines.

"How cute of you."

He giggles and then says, " I cant believe it's only been a day since I've seen you. It feels like so much longer."

"We've just got to get through this week and then you'll be here for a month right?" I ask him, meaning it more as a reminder.

"Right," he says, "I wish you could just come to London. It's your last summer before university. Well, 'college'. We would have so much fun here. Just you and me, you know?" His voice is soft but not pleading. I know he'd rather me come to him, but I can't. I'm not a legal adult and my mom would never let me.

"Me too, Harry. Me too."

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"Mom, we're going to be late!" I yell.

"I know, I'm sorry. There was a few things I needed to finish up at home," she explains.

"It's the next exit," I remind her although I know she knows.

"Lia we really need to talk before we get there," she tries to tell me.

"Later, please. I can't think right now."

"I know you miss him and you're excited to see him but we seriously need to have a talk, young lady."

"Mom, seriously. Not right now, okay?"

It's been a little over a week since Harry took me to the rope swing. Their last concert was two nights ago. We've talked every day this past week, just like always. He still sends me a good morning and goodnight text every day. But now he calls me too and I love hearing his voice. I love when he calls me in the morning and there's still a raspiness to his voice. Or when he calls me after a show and the adrenaline is still going. He coming back to visit me tonight and I couldn't be more excited to see him. I've been on edge all week. After spending two and a half days with Harry, our connection definitely grew. Usually a couple of hours would go by without talking to "Jake" and I'd be upset, but this week without Harry has been absolutely miserable.

My mom parks in the airport parking lot instead of in front of the doors to his airline. I swing my door open and slam it behind me, trying to get across the parking lot and inside the building as fast as I can. My mom yells for me to slow down as my feet pick up speed and I navigate through the maze of cars. My feet carry me across the street and to the large automatic doors that slide open when I reach them. I step inside and my eyes dart around the large room, looking for any sign of the boy I'm so crazy about. And then I see him, half of his floppy brown curls are sticking out a blue bleanie and he's in a long sleeve black t-shirt and knee length jean shorts.

"Harry!" I call out. A few people turn to look at me but the only one I care about is the boy in the blue beanie. His body whips around and he runs towards me, slightly crouched down so that his arms wrap tightly around my waist and mine wrap around his neck before he picks me up and twirls me around.

"I've missed you so much," he mumbles into the crook of my neck before setting me down.

"I missed you too," I smile up at him. He reaches down and plants a soft kiss on the top of my head.