closer // harry styles

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

I woke up with no clothes on at 8:00 in the morning on Sunday by the alarm Harry had set. I sighed, not wanting him to leave, and hit the snooze button. I rolled over, wrapping my arms around his bare chest.

"Harry, get up." I whispered in his ear, and he just kept sleeping. "Harry." I whispered, a little louder, and shook his shoulder. He groaned in response.

"Ten more minutes." He moaned in his sexy morning voice.

"No, you have to get up." I said, kissing his cheek.

"Do you want me to leave?" He smiled.

"No, but you'll let billions of people down if you miss your flight. You have a show tonight." I reminded him.

"Right." He sighed, and opened his eyes, looking at me. "Are you gonna be alright?" He asked.

"I'll be fine." I lied. I was actually scared to death but I decided it would be best not to mention Alex was planning on seeing me today.

"I wish you could come with us." He said, and he flipped me over, so my back was to him. He started tracing the tattoo on my shoulder. "I really like this." He said, admiring it. "This whole time I thought you were kidding about having a tattoo." He chuckled.

"Well, you were wrong." I said.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"Harry, it's a guitar." I reminded him, smiling. "I think it's pretty self explanatory."

"Well, you never sing. Unless you're alone or I ask you to." He pointed out.

"It's for my dad. I got it on my eighteenth birthday, and he was pretty mad about it actually." I lightly laughed. "Before he met my mom, he thought he wanted to be a singer. Then when my mom was pregnant with me, he asked her to marry him, and he gave up his singing career. He was always so glad he did, because he had us, and he said that was all he needed. But when my mom died, he said he should've never given it up. He then started pushing me so hard to learn guitar, and enter all of the talent shows... which I always won." I laughed. "So when I turned eighteen, I got this, because I actually liked guitar, but..." I sighed and turned back over, hugging him.

"But let's go, you have to get ready!" I squealed, pushing him out of bed. He landed with a thump on the floor, the sheets falling down with him, so only his chest and feet were visible.

"Harry." I laughed.

"Oh, quit your complaining." He said, pulling himself off of the ground and standing up. I giggled and he started getting dressed, so I laid back down.

"You have to get dressed to." Harry smiled.

"Why? I'm not going anywhere." I said, rolling over and closing my eyes again.

"Wrong." He said loudly. Before I knew it, he was carrying me in his long arms. "You're coming with me to say goodbye." 

"I don't want to have to say goodbye." I sighed as he put me down, and tossed me some clothes.

"Me neither." He frowned. "But we'll talk everyday." He smiled.

"Everyday?"

"Everyday." He agreed.

"Promise?" I asked as Harry's phone buzzed, letting us know that everyone was here, waiting to drive us to the airport.

"Promise." Harry said.

"Flight 109 now boarding to San Diego." A voice said over the loud intercom at the airport.

"That's us." Liam sighed, walking over to me, and hugging me tightly.