Bumped Into You.

Chapter 12

So yeah, I think I can say that I’m a very lucky girl. You might think, ofcourse, you’re dating the hottest boy in the UK, you’re breathing the same air, he kisses you blablabla. Don’t get me wrong, I do understand you. But for me, it’s just hazza, my boyfriend who actually cares about me. He cheers me up when I’m sad and he knows what to say and what not. I don’t like him for being Harry Styles, the one from the band, no, I like him because he’s Harold Edward Styles, the boy who grew up in Holmes Chapel, is a normal teenage boy and loves me. Sounds cliché, but you’ll get me.

Weeks passed, we did some usual things: go out a grab a coffee, watch a movie, go out for dinner, stuff like that. Not really special, you just appreciate things more. The little things.

“What do you want for a drink?” Louis shouted from the kitchen. “Surprise me haha, something cold, it’s fucking warm in here.” England, these days. One day it’s raining like, I don’t even know any words for it, and then the other day the sun is shining like a heaven’s gift. I’m not complaining, it’s just: fucking cold or fucking warm. Normal is an uncommon word here. Louis walked in with sparkling water and some ice in it. “Thanks lou!” I threw him a smile and took a zip. “Aaaaahhh *sigh* that’s good.” I was only wearing a light denim hotpants and a white top with ‘Today’s outfit’ on it, it’s my favorite. I stayed over for the night, Harry was getting dressed as I watched some tv with Louis. “So whatta ya guys up for today?” I asked. “Don’t you know what we’re going to do?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. “Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about ..” “So Harry didn’t tell you?” Okay, now I’m getting confused. “Euuuhmm, no he didn’t tell me anything actually. What is it then?” What’s this all about? “We’re going to tour in Europe. Like we did last year you know? Denmark, Sweden, Holland, Belgium, France, Italy and Spain. Some signings for the fans.” WAIT WHUT? “Are you serious?” dkljslfaksjdfoisjs. Why didn’t Harry tell me this. “I mean, for how long will you guys be gone?” Please say a couple a days, please say a couple a days. “Three weeks I believe, we’re leaving this afternoon though!” he said enthusiastically, but immediately changed in mood when he saw my face dropping.

“Look, Ems, I know it seems long, but it’ll be over in a wink!” Hmpf. “Goooooooodmorning beautiful!” I heard coming from behind me. I turned around. He looked happy out of his eyes, but my face was still in the same position as two seconds before, so his face dropped. “Héyh, why are you looking at me like that?” I looked to Louis. He nodded back. “I’m going to Eleanor’s, I’ll be back around 12ish.” As he stood up and walked to Harry.

“Wait, Lou, why are you leaving? Have I done something wrong? Héeyh budd.” He looked confused. “Hazz, I think it’s for the best I’m going now, you two need to sort this out.” He patted Harry on his shoulder and walked out.

He looked confusingly at me. I turned around and stared at the tv. I’m not mad, not at all. I just don’t see what’s the point of not telling me. He came shoving to the couch and sat down beside me. “Please Ems, have I done something wrong? Please tell me what it is! You know you can tell m .. – FUCK” I think he realized what the problem was. “So is this why Lou was leaving, did he tell you th – “ he sighted. I turned to him, facing him with my eyes watering. A tear rolled down my cheek. “Yeh, he did. He thought I knew, he thought you’d told me.” I quickly wiped it away. Why am I even crying. “Shit, fuck. I .. I ..” he looked at me. “I couldn’t tell you. I was afraid of your reaction. I can’t miss you this long. And I don’t want you cry, please don’t be mad at me. I just couldn’t.” Fuck his eyes started watering too. I shove a bit closer. “Listen, I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I just, I just don’t know why you didn’t tell me. I mean, when was I supposed to find out then? When you were leaving?” “I .. I don’t know Ems, I really don’t know.” He looked down, rubbing his hands through his hair. “When will you be back?” was the only thing I asked. “We’re away for three weeks, so the Sunday before you start school.” Another tear escaped from my eye. There goes my mascara. All of a sudden he took me close to him, wiping my tear away with his thumb, and pulled me almost onto his lap. “Don’t cry, please.” But I saw a tear escape from his eye aswell. I looked into his big eyes, gosh they’re beautiful. “You baby, stop crying yourself.” I joked around and smiled. He smiled through his watered eyes and took my face into his hands. “I don’t know how I’m gonna cope with this. I mean, I can’t miss you for three whole weeks. That’s too long.” I lent my forehead against his. “We’ll be alright, we have skype and stuff. We can manage, it’s only three weeks.” THREE FUCKING WEEKS, THAT NOT ‘ONLY’. But I had to calm myself down. If it wasn’t for me, it was for Harry. It’s hitting him hard, I can tell it from the look on his face. “I know, but still ..” “It’s gonna be fine. I’m okay.” By that I kissed him softly on his lips. “I’m gonna miss you. So much.” He whispered. “I will to.” As I lay down my head on his shoulder and he tucked me into a warm hug. This is one of the moments you wish would never end. Especially now I know he’s leaving. “Listen, next time such things happen, promise to tell me? I just want to know these things, okay?” I smiled at him. “I promise.” “So you lazy arse, have you packed up your suitcase already then?” “Hahah, no mums. I do have to do it now I think hahaa.” “I’ll help you, my sweetpie.” As I softly hit him on his cheek. “Thank you lovebug.” CLICHÉ ALL THE WAY WHOEHOEEE.

We got out of the car and walked into the departure hall. The boys checked in, being childish and driving eachother round on those wheelthings for suitcases. Such babies. I walked with them until passport control. This is it. I have to say goodbye to him.

He slowly walked to me. I could see his eyes starting to water already. A tear fell down on my shoe. He tucked me into a bearhug and held me for a few moments. I swung my arms around his back, softly rubbing it. I heard photo’s being taken from all sides, but at this very right moment, I didn’t even care. This was going to be the last time in three weeks I properly got to see my boyfriend. Then he kissed me, softly, but perfect. Tears started to fall down really quickly now, fuck it. A tear escaped from Harry’s eye. I wiped it away. “Remember, I’ll be back before you start school. We’ll skype everyday okay, and we can text and stuff. We’ll get through this.” I smiled. He was trying to convince himself of it, I already knew it was going to be alright. “I know Harry, I know.” He kissed me again.

“Oh wait, I have something for you.” He pulled a large envelope out of his bag. I opened it. A picture from the two of us, taken by the paps probably, but it was cute. In the park, sitting against that three a few weeks ago, me laying down in his arms, while we kissed. A text was underneed it: ‘You are my most precious thing in the world, I love you.’ “It’s gorgeous Harry, it really is.” I smiled through my tears. “I know it’s stupid that I took a pic that the paps made, but I think you look perfect in it.” I have  the same one as my background, you know. Every time I look at it, it makes me smile and gives me a warm feeling. And that’s because you’re in it.” Aaawwhhhh.

-- “HARRY ARE YOU COMING BUD, WE HAVE TO GO!” – I heard Paul screaming. I looked over Harry’s shoulder and nodded. “Come on babe, you have to go.” He kissed me one more time, then walked off. I waved at them until I didn’t see them anymore. Several fans who have been waiting at the airport to meet the boys came up to me. I talked to them a little, but went home almost right after. I was sobbing, not in a healthy state to talk to anyone.

Just before I walked into my house I got a text:

- Why do I like you?" Maybe it's the fact that you are perfect in my eyes, I always want to be around you, and when I am, all I can do is smile. I love you, xxx H. -

He’s too perfect for words. Just to perfect.

The first night was tough. I just tough by going to bed early I wouldn’t think about it much. But I did. My parents tried to make me as comfortable as possible, I just had to get through this, that was what Harry promised me. It was only temporarily, just 3 weeks.