The Story Behind the Airplane Necklace (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Coming home

(Emily's p.o.v.)

I wake up to my phone blasting from someone calling me. I get up and look at who it is.

"Why do you have to call me so early Harold !?"

I sigh and pick up the phone.

"Hello.."

"I'm coming home..!!!! And I will be at your house in like.. 5 minutes."

"Thanks for telling me BEFORE I CAN GET READY.!" I yell the last part.

"Sorry babe."

"You better be."

I hang up and go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth quickly and then I get into the shower. Harry can wait for me. He deserves it...

I turn on the shower and I brush my hair while waiting for the water to warm up. I grab my phone quickly and turn on music. I am home by myself for right now, I need music to keep me company. After I turn on a song, I strip and get into the shower.

I am very excited to see Harry, it' seems like it's been like 20 years since I saw him. I really miss him. I make sure I got my necklace on before I forget and start freaking out. I hear the door open downstairs and I know Harry is here. I still take my time I'm the shower though.

I hear steps and I have a feeling Harry is going to come in here. As guessed he comes in...

"Hurry up in there.!"

"Don't rush me. You already woke me up way too early. I at least get to take my time."

"Okay whatever you say.."

I wash my hair and body then get out. I put a towel around me and go into my bedroom.

"What's the weather like?" I ask Harry as I go into my closet.

"Not too cold."

"Okay."

I pick out skinny jeans and a crop top that has a music note on it. I get dressed in my closet and then go to do my makeup in the bathroom. Harry following me in there, leans against the wall looking at me.

"I missed you a lot."

"I did too. It's been forever."

"I know."

He comes by me and hugs me from behind. I love his hugs a lot. They are the best.

"Still have the necklace on I see."

"Never took it off."

"Good. I like that reinsurance that I still have you."

"You will never lose me."

"I know."

I finish doing my makeup and I move on to my hair. Harry complains most of the time so I let him try doing my hair. He sucked at blow drying it and curling it... Let's just say he got 29 blisters on his hand.

"How do you do this?"

"Practice."

"This hurts."

I grab burn cream and hand it to him.

"That should help."

"Thanks love."

"Mmmhh."

After getting ready, Harry and I go downstairs and get something to eat quickly. After we eat we are going to go to wherever Harry wants to take me. He always wants to go somewhere..

"I wanna go somewhere fun.." Harry tells me.

"Like where."

"I don't know, we can go shopping for you and then maybe lunch somewhere and then.... Hmm somewhere fun. "

"Okay. Fine by me just tell me where that fun place is when you think of it."

"Okay."

***

Harry and I went to about 20 stores and it hasn't even been an hour yet.

"The boys are gonna meet us soon."

"Okay."

We keep walking and go into this tiny little shop and look around waiting for the boys.

"How has your modeling thing been?"

"Good, I want to go into the music business. I mean I want to be a dancer and singer and a little bit of an actress but that won't happen. I'm asking for too much."

"No you aren't and you can get all of that if you want to. It will be easy I mean your already famous."

"I guess."

Harry did have a point. I walk around the shop and Harry walks off for who knows what reason.