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Chapter 12: Loved You Better Now

"It's Louis' birthday!" I say as I stretch in the bed. "Let's give him a call." Harry says and sits down while I hug my pillow. "Happy birthday, Louis!" Harry says with a smile. "Louis! Happy birthday!" I say to as I sit next to Harry to share with his phone. "Thank you so much! Ah! I miss you both!" Louis says. "Louis, I miss you too." I say. "I hope we can see each other soon." He says. "Yeah, back in London, I hope so!" I say with a grin. "What are you both up to?" Harry asks. "Preparing for later's party." Louis answers and we can hear Eleanor in the background. "Hi to Eleanor." I say out loud. "She says hi too." Louis replies. "How about you two?" Louis asks and I look at Harry. "We don't have plans. We wish we're there in your birthday." Harry answers and silently sighed. "Have to go now. Eleanor's calling me. See you all soon." Louis says. "Happy birthday, Lou!" Harry and I say together before we hang up.

"Should we call room service? What do you want?" I opened the television and he was scrolling through his phone. "Harry, do you know the small biscuits they sell at the lobby?" I ask him. "I'll meet Josh in the lobby to get something. He'll be back in London today." Harry says as he stands from the bed and puts his trousers on and gets a shirt from the closet. "I'll be fast. Do you want anything?" He asks me as he fixes his hair in front of the mirror. "The small biscuits they sell in the lobby. They look delicious." I say and walked to the dresser where my wallet was. "Do buy me." I say handing him money. "No need. I'll pay for it." He says. "And a frappuccino." I add. "Okay. I'll be back in a minute, I'll just meet Josh." He says and walks away and out of the room. I looked outside the balcony any it's a very busy day since later is Christmas eve. I called Ellie while I was in the balcony to ask how she is.

"Hello, Ellie." "Good morning, Tara. Is it morning there?" She asks. "Yes it is. What are you up to?" I ask her. "Just chilling at home. Getting ready for Christmas eve. Chris is cooking. How's Harry? Did you bring your laptop with you?" She asks. "He's fine and I didn't bring my laptop with me." I say. "What? Why didn't you? Are you sure with Harry? What was the last part you typed?" She sounded worried about me and my laptop. "Mmm... The part where Harry called me to tell how he was. When he was in Sweden. Remember that I was worried he didn't call me?" I say. "Tara that was a long time ago! Haven't you updated anything yet?" Ellie says. She sounds like panicking.

"So that means you didn't write anything about Harry introducing you to his mum and Ed's concert in Glasgow, the clothes he bought you and everything?" Ellie says. "Yeah. It was all his own actions." I answer. "He really loves you then." Ellie answers. "I don't know. Ellie, Footprints haven't called me yet. I'm waiting for their call. You know it has been months." I say and now I'm the one who is worrying about my book.

"I don't know if I could finish this story. Ellie, I love him so much." I say and tried to hold back my tears. "But you have to." "I just keep on worrying every day, every day on what will happen when it finishes. I'm just also scared to lose him and or maybe when I finish it he'll be waking up like a dream and just hate me so bad." "Tara, calm down." "Ellie, a few more chapters are left for us." I wiped the tears that were flowing down my eyes. "Does he know that you write stories?" Ellie asks me. I remain silent for a moment trying to stop myself from crying. I know Ellie can also hear me whimpering. "Tara, oh god, stop crying, love. You're making me cry too." "I'm sorry. Oh gah. No... Harry doesn't know about it." I say and continued crying until I sobbed so bad I had to hang up.

"What do I not know?" I hear Harry from my back and I turn to him. "Why are you crying?" He asks me and puts the stuff from his hands down to the bed and we walked towards each other. I embrace him tightly and sobbed on his chest. "Babe, why are you crying?" He says as he rubs my back. I can't say anything to him, I can't utter a word, I just continued crying on his chest. I hate it when I cry a lot.

He holds my face and looks at me. "Why are you crying?" he wipes my tears with his thumb. I'm still catching my breath as I try to say something.

After a few chapters, this face that is right in front me now might be gone soon. "Why?" "You're...you're... not... going... Harry, you're not going anywhere, right?" "Of course I am not going anywhere." He says with a smile that melts me. I sat on the bed and he holds my hand. "Is there a rumour? Tara, you know I'm with you---" "No, there is no rumour." I wipe my tears, I'm recovering now, somehow. "Why are you crying?" He asks me again. "Oh, this is nothing." "Nothing? You were badly crying." He says and rubs my back. "Was I crying?" I say with a smile. "Forget about it. I was just overwhelmed that you're here." I say. "Oh, gah, I'm sorry, I don't know what's coming out from my mouth." I shrugged and we smile. "I guess you just need food. I bought your biscuits and frappuccino. Are you sure that is what you want for breakfast?" He asks me. "Yeah. If you want you can have some." I say and walked towards the bathroom. "Babe." Harry calls me and I turn to him. "I love you." He says with a smile. "Love you...more." I say and closed the bathroom's door.