The Shortys

UTLOTM - 10 yrs. later pt. 6 - Coming Home

Wednesday, April 19th, 2017.

Author's Note: Part 6 of this #HarryStyles Fan-Fic.  Not the real Harry Styles, mind you, this is a work of fiction and fiction does mean "make believe" or "not real", the character in this and any other fan-fics I write only bear in physical resemblance, the rest is just pulled outta my own head. Or my own arse, whichever it happens to be in that moment. lol :D

---- I think at some point I may add this to the "Under the Light of the Moon" book I'm sporadically working on, as it kind of fits the idear and direction I had for that book, this taking place many years later. I'm not really sure yet though, this could just end up as a stand alone as well. Only time will tell.

---- The pic you see above is what I imagine Harry to look like in this shorty, but a bit older, with more scruff, and hair just a bit longer. I nicked it off google images and is of him taken just this week at a NY Rangers game he was attending with friends. Photographer unknown.

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           The next few days flew by fast, during which Julia never left his side. They had learned that he'd blacked out and collapsed onstage due to a combination of lack of sleep and sheer exhaustion, being ordered by the attending doctor to not go back on tour for a week at the very minimum. The doctor was pushing more towards two weeks, but Harry barely agreed to one, citing all the fans he'd let down if he was unable to perform. He felt it was his obligation to keep pushing on, even though his body was saying something entirely different, almost getting into an argument with Julia because he was being too stubborn to admit that he could reschedule the dates, and she being adamant that he needed to rest, or he'd ultimately be laid up for more than a few weeks. Which is why he eventually agreed to one week and not a day later, they then decided he'd stay with her at her condo until he felt strong enough to fly to his home in LA with her, where he had a few shows scheduled in a week's time.

           The first day at her condo was pretty uneventful, he tried to pretend he wasn't as exhausted as he really was, but after falling asleep cuddled up next to her on the couch while watching a movie, sleeping from mid-morning until almost 8 that evening, he knew he should give up the facade. Especially after she had to help him up the flight of stairs to the next level, where the bedrooms were, after he tried to get up only to discover his legs betrayed him by not really wanting to hold him up. She had offered the couch to him for the rest of the night but he refused, saying the only place he ever wanted to sleep was next to her.
           He didn't think doing such a simple thing would wear him out as much as it did, but by the time he'd brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers, he was fighting to keep his eyes open, and although he wanted to snuggle up with her, to kiss her good night and hold her tight 'till they both fell asleep, instead he'd barely crawled in between the sheets and was out as soon as his head rested on the pillow.

Three days later . . .

           Slowly he opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight that filtered through the sheers that covered the single window in her bedroom, not really sure what had woke him until he felt the strongest urge to pee, so strong that he immediately got up, groggily stumbling his way to the bathroom to relieve himself lest he accidentally go right there in the bed.
           Still trying to wipe the sleep from his brain, the feint aroma of coffee, tea, and something that smelled absolutely heavenly wafted into his nostrils, his stomach grumbling loudly in protest as he slid off his boxers and hopped into the shower. As he stood under the hot streams of water his mind began to fill with thoughts, wondering how long he'd slept for, because it felt to him like it'd been more than just overnight; he also thought of Julia and his proposal, wondering where she'd gone off to as he'd woken up alone. He couldn't believe she'd actually said yes, that they were really engaged now, feeling happier than he had been in a long, long time, and planned on going ring shopping this week, so he could propose to her in the right way, because she deserved at the very least that much, and so much more.