° jet stream ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter six °

° six °

“Yes!” Avalon cried out loud, checking her calendar for the fourth time, just to make sure, “Yes! Yes! YES!”

“Are you having sex in there without me?” Harry called from the bathroom. Avalon giggled as he walked out, in nothing but a towel and smirked at her, “But I know that couldn’t be true considering I’m the only one that can make you scream like that.”

Avalon blushed as she stood up on Harry’s bed, jumping excitedly. “Harry! Harry do you know what next week is?” she asked. Harry dropped his towel and watching his girlfriend’s ever move as he pulled on a pair of boxers and then put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow as Avalon jumped up and down.

“I’m afraid I don’t, sweetheart. Why don’t you enlighten me?”

Avalon jumped up and Harry easily caught her in his arms, already knowing she was going to jump at him. She’d done it so many times now that it didn’t even faze Harry as she wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck.

“Next week,” she whispered, grazing her lips along his neck and making him shiver, “Is our spring break.”

“Shit really?!” Harry asked, grabbing her planner from the bed. “Fuck! It is!” he cheered, “Where should I take you?” he asked deeply, now teasing her neck with the gentle playfulness of his lips. Avalon giggled and hopped down, padding over to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

“I don’t know,” Avalon shrugged, “Where do you want to go?”

“I’ll think about it all day,” Harry smiled, pulling out his clothes for the day. “And don’t you worry, baby, I’ve got this all taken care of.”

Harry wasn’t entirely sure where he wanted to take Avalon for their break. He knew he wanted it to be different, to mean something. He had half a mind to whisk her away to Paris for the week, seeing as it was the most romantic place he could think of. But he just wasn’t sure.

“You’re spacing out,” Luke said, tapping Harry’s forehead with his pen. “Are you okay, mate?”

“What? Oh yeah … yeah I’m fine,” Harry nodded, “I’m just thinking about spring break. Wondering where I should take Avie …”

“Take her back home?” Luke suggested.

“No. She never wants to set foot in Canada ever again,” Harry chuckled, “I don’t know why I’m stressing out over it so much. I’m usually able to read Avie like the back of my hand. But with this it’s just harder.”

“You’ll think of something Styles,” Luke said sincerely, “You know her better than anyone else.”

“That’s true,” Harry sighed, “I’m going to go get more coffee. You want any?”

“Nah I already got some this morning,” Luke shrugged, “Thanks though.”

Harry was halfway to the break room when his phone buzzed. He didn’t usually pick up his phone during work, but seeing as he was technically on break, he brought his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Harry!”

Harry’s blood ran cold and he could feel the blood draining from his face. “M – Mum?!”

“Hi son,” she cooed, “How are you?”

“I’m … I’m fine? Is something wrong? Who died?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his mum in months. The last time he’d talked with her was when his uncle died and it was a brief conversation – just long enough to talk about flight plans.