Harry Styles & Shawn Mendes Imagines

City Light Serenade (H.S. Night Before Tour)

You stood on the rooftop of your apartment building alone with Harry. You and Harry had been in a romance for eight months that made you believe in every book, movie, and fairy-tale. The strength of your relationship was about to be tested as Harry was going on tour for the first time since you met him. The nighttime air enclosed you, as did the few hours you had left together. 

"Are we going to make it, Harry?" You said with a notable lump in your throat. 

"What do you mean?" He asked with concern threading his voice.

"You're going to see so many things on tour." You smiled sadly but kindly up at Harry. 

"You know what I'm going to see?" Harry took your hand and walked you over to the balcony. "This is what it looks like to stand on stage in an arena." Your eyes dazzled upon the countless flecks of lights that illuminated the expanse of buildings across the city. "I am going to see those lights, and you."

The sight that you had seen before became new and wonderfully captivating. Your face changed from enchanted to confused.

"Harry, you know that I can't come on tour with you. I have my own career." At times you were tempted to give everything up for Harry, but you knew that you simply couldn't. Though it seemed that lately the only image given to you was "Harry's girl", you had worked hard to follow your dreams, and you would never abandon them.

"I know," Harry said quietly. You studied the way he pushed his hair back away from his face; the edges fluttering lightly in the silent wind. "That's the thing about being in love, I guess. I see you everywhere, even if you aren't actually there."

Harry stood up, and hugged you. He wrapped his strong, tattooed arms around your body. You felt his head rest on top of yours as you watched the city lights together. You wanted every detail to last as long as possible so that you would remember his steady breathing, his fingers tracing circles on your back, and the softness of his shirt. The moment all too quickly became a memory as you closed your eyes, you felt his lips kiss your head, and heard his deep voice say, "it's getting late."

The next morning you rolled over normally to find something you were unaccustomed to. Harry wasn't there. In his place laid a stray piece of paper from his songbook, resting atop his pillow.

Good morning,

I'm sorry that I could not have held you longer.

I'll never be far.

All the love,

H x

P.S. To answer your question.. Yes. Yes, we will make it.

For  a moment, the handwritten words made you smile. It was when you noticed Harry's continually diminishing scent that the morning sun suddenly did not seem as bright. Your fingertips felt along the ragged edge of the note where he had torn it from his book.

The feeling of Harry's absence was overwhelming. It was not until you re-read the note later that you saw the word "never" was slightly smudged.

You did not know whether it was your tear stain, or his.

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