Paper Airplanes

Chapter TwentyEight; Tour

*Dacota's POV*

I wake up with the teddy bear at the end of the bed, and I was pressed right next to Harry. His arm was slung around me, and my hands were flat against his chest. I was wide awake now, but I didn't want to leave the bed. Harry let out a sigh, then fluttered his eyes open.

"How long you been awake?" he asks.

"Not long," I say. "Good sleep?"

"Yeah," he says. We stay quiet for awhile, staring into each other's eyes and nuzzling each other's noses, like the really corny couples you see on the street corners, the ones that make you gag when you're single.

After awhile, I finally ask, "So, what did management want?"

"Oh, God," he groans. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask."

"Why's that?" I ask. I sit up, pushing Harry's arm away. I run my hand through my hair as he sits up, too.

"It's, um..." He takes a long time to answer, rubbing his eyes. I cross my arms expectantly, waiting for an answer. "It's about the tour. We're starting in a few days, a week, instead of when school ends."

"What?" I ask quietly. Harry's leaving soon? I knew this would happen, but the last time I thought of it, I was happy. I didn't like Harry at the time, I thought he was annoying. But, now that feelings have changed, I want to spend every moment with him.

"I'm sorry, Cody, I don't want to leave you, but we're not allowed to bring people on this tour. Last time that happened, Niall brought a girl who broke up with him halfway through. They didn't speak to each other, but we still had to pay for her food and everything. It was awkward," he sighs. I nod and lay my head on his shoulder.

"How long are you gonna be away?" I ask quietly.

"You don't wanna know," he says, rubbing my back.

"Tell me, please?" I ask.

"Um," he starts. "Seven months."

I look up at him, saying, "What?!"

"Yeah, I know. I'm not happy about it either," he says. He places his hand on my cheek, pulling my lips to his. When we pull away, I rest my forehead on his.

"What day are you going?" I ask.

"Friday," he whispers.

"Damn." I pull away and plop my face on the pillow.

"You know what that means, though?" Harry asks.

"What?" I mumble through the fabric. I feel his body shift down to me.

He whispers into my ear, "You and I are doing something every day until I leave. OK?" I sit back up, him following.

"I am totally OK with this," I say, smiling. I place a hand on his cheek and kiss him again. I will miss this, I admit, but I can't wait to see what he'll have planned for us.

~~~~~

Really excited for the tour, I'm going to a show in August.

TOTES PUMPED.

~Emily~

(P.S. Opinions on Louis and Zayn getting high before show in Croke Park???)