VALERIE

Chapter 34: When in Milan

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” whoever made up this quote, oh well, he’s a genius. It’s only been two days and I already terribly miss the curls that make my heart go boom-boom every time I am with him. Maybe I’m obsessed with him—or addicted. Ugh whatever, I love him.

Flying to Italy only makes me feel that the distance between the two of us expands even greater. It’s different when I’m in London, just waiting for my boyfriend to come home, than being in a foreign place knowing that the two of us are doing two different things at a time.

This long distance is killing me. It’s a song by Brandy.

Looking out the window, my sight marvels to the heavy cloud formation beneath the aircraft. I nod at Walt once in a while, pretending that I’m listening to every word he has been saying for half an hour now. He’s too caught up with the Milan fashion week, reminding me of the same things over and over.

He can get annoying sometimes but I am thankful because he’s doing his job pretty well—making my job easier for me. Indeed, it’s easier because all I’m just waiting for is his go-signal for a certain project. It gets tiring as time passes by though. The only thing that’s keeping me in this job is the close possibility of being a fashion designer one day and I’m also learning at the same time.

I feel like I don’t even have to study the course anymore.

Again, my mind drifts off to Harry. The last time we talked through the phone was this morning.

Truly, madly, deeply

I am foolishly, completely falling

and somehow you kicked all my-

With a weak groan, I slowly reach my phone from my nightstand and stop it from ringing before lying back to bed. I smile at myself knowing that Harry has changed my ringtone on our first day being officially together. I laughed so hard at how egotistic he seemed for choosing their own song to ring my phone whenever he calls.

“Hello?” I sound off, letting out a big yawn while stretching my free arm upwards.

“Good morning, baby.” I smile as I hear the familiar gruff voice sifts through the earpiece, the voice that I’ve been missing terribly.

“Hi, baby. I miss you. How’s Australia treating you?” I ask while turning around to Harry’s empty side of our bed, grabbing his pillow before sniffing the sweet and minty scent he left on the fabric.

“I miss you too.” I frown when I notice him let go of a tedious sigh, “It’s good here, but it would’ve been better if you were here. I am jealous of Louis because Eleanor made it.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go with her. You already know why.” I tell him and I hear him sigh again. I hug his pillow tighter as if it’s him that I am hugging. I wish it was actually him though. “But I wish Gemma is treating you nicely.” I tease him and we both chuckle.

“You should tell her that though. She’ll listen to you.” I know he is being sarcastic when he murmurs.

“Oh, I’m sure she’s not that bad. You’re probably more uptight than her when it comes to me.” I joke.

“Ugh baby, please don’t remind me.” I can feel him cringe at my words. He doesn’t even have to elaborate for me to know that he feels sorry about him snapping at my mishaps last month. But I already forgave him. I understood why he was like that. He was insecure of himself because he thought it was Liam that I like and not him.