If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 30

"Babe, you're never going to believe the ideas these guys have!" Harry tells me excitedly through the phone. 

I smile at the excitement in his voice. It makes me miss him even more. "I'm so excited for you, Haz. I knew this was going to be a good thing. I just had a feeling about it."

"This is why I should always listen to you, Amelia. You're like my northern star," he sighs happily. "God I miss you, baby. I'm not going to tell you everything now. I want to wait until I get home so I can make sure not to leave anything out. You're going to be stoked, baby." He pauses for a brief moment. "So what have I missed? What's going on there?"

I panic. I had planned on waiting until he gets home before I tell him about the unexpected guest that showed up earlier today. But I can't lie to him, right? Should I lie? I mean he is so excited right now. Would lying for a moment to postpone it so as not to ruin his joy be all that wrong?

"Mia... what's going on? What's wrong?" Harry's voice turns to concern. Fuck me and my damn wandering mind. This is what I get for thinking. 

"Everything is fine, Harry. I promise," I say, my voice cracking at the end. 

"Fuck, Mia, what's happened? Is it Nichole? Or your aunt or uncle? Mia, is it you? Are you okay, Amelia?" His concern turns to a pained urgency. It's funny, when Harry says my name over and over, even in these circumstances, it still calms me and gives me a since of security; nothing like when Zack uses my old nickname. 

"I'm fine, baby. Everyone is fine. We just had some unexpected events this evening. Nothing so interesting that you need to worry with it right now. Let's enjoy your good news today! This is a huge day for you, Haz." I try my best to change the subject. 

"Not buying it, Amelia. What 'unexpected events' occurred that you're obviously trying to keep from me?" he asks. He doesn't sound angry or even upset, just inquisitive.

"Fine. I'll tell you. But I wasn't trying to keep it from you. I just didn't see a point in letting something stupid take away from your good mood, especially since you're so far away." I take a deep breath and plunge. "Zack kind of showed up at the house today."

The line goes dead. Then all of a sudden my phone starts ringing again, only this time it shows the option to accept Harry's FaceTime. Fuck. I slide the little bar over. "Hi, Harry," I say into the phone camera. God he shouldn't look so good through a tiny iPhone screen. His eyes look darker than they should be. Damn near black. He's pissed. Though, who at, is still a mystery. 

"Where is he?" he grinds out. Welp. Guess that answers that. Harry is definitely not Zack's number one fan. Though, really, did I ever think this would go well? No, hell no I didn't. But I didn't ask for this! Ugh. "Focus, Amelia. Where. Is. He." 

"A hotel, I presume. That's where he said he was going, at least." I try to keep my face as neutral as possible. 

"Why the fuck did he tell you where he was going? Better yet, why the fuck is he on the same continent as you, Amelia?" 

Jesus. Why am I so turned on by jealous, angry Harry. I've never been one of those girls that enjoyed it when a man goes all "alpha" around her. I sigh and attempt to diffuse the conversation by being as honest as I can. "He just showed up, Harry. I haven't spoken to him since I broke things off with him. That was about three or four days before I left the states. I stayed with Nichole until she dropped me at the airport. Aunt Jane sent me an international phone before I left, so I didn't even take the only phone I had that he had the number for." I take a deep breath and keep going. "The only people I gave the new number to was Mom, Nichole, my aunt of course, and then you." That earned me at least the slightest of smiles from him before he fell back into his scowl. "He showed up today saying that he had to see me to make sure I was okay. He's tried to guilt me a little about mom, but I took care of everything. I told him I had no reason to see or speak to him. I told him it was over long before we broke up and that I would never, could never feel that way for him." I stop, breathless at this point. I realise that I had been looking away from him while talking. I turn my head back at the phone. His expression has softened a fraction, but I can tell he's still pissed. 

"I'm coming back tonight. I'll find a flight," he says quietly. 

"What? No! That's ridiculous, Harry. I have plenty of people here. Plus, he's not a threat. He isn't going to hurt me. He's just upset. We were together for two years. He's having a hard time accepting that it was just never the same for me as it was for him."

"I don't care, Amelia. I don't care who is there. I'm not, and I need to be. I can't stand the thought of any other man that wants you, thinks he can have you, being in the same country, let alone the same city, as you. I know that makes me sound crazy, but it's the truth," he says, looking down and away from the screen. 

"I don't think you're crazy, Harry. But I also don't think that you need to drop everything you are out there to do just to come check on me."

"Oh, don't worry, baby. I'm going to check every square inch of you when I get there," he flirts, giving me s glimpse of my cheeky Harry before his gaze darkens again. "Did he touch you, Amelia?"

"Only my hands, Harry. I didn't let him get close enough to me to try anything else. Plus, we were only alone in the lounge for about five minutes before Nichole and Niall showed up."

"Niall knows?!" he all but screams. 

"It wasn't his to tell, babe. Don't get pissy with Niall." I roll my eyes at him. 

"I don't get 'pissy'," he says. 

"Ha. It's okay, baby. I love you, even when you're pissy," I smile at him. 

"I love you so much, Mia. I don't think I could live with myself if something happened to you, especially when I'm not there to protect you." He has so much love and conviction in his eyes as they bore into me. 

"Nothing is going to happen to me, Haz. I promise. I'm here. And I'm all yours. Every piece of me," I promise. 

"I'm still coming home a day early. I won't book a flight tonight, but I'm finding one for tomorrow. I'll be home by Friday morning," he says. "Then, I plan on taking my time reacquainting myself with every piece of you. My angel."

"I wish you wouldn't come back early, but I'm not going to complain about seeing you that much sooner. I love you, Haz. You're the only one," I whisper, gazing into his much calmer, beautiful green eyes. I swear they hold every fleck of my happiness. 

"I'll call you in the morning, baby. Sweet dreams. If something else happens, I don't care what time it is, you better call me, Amelia. I don't like learning about these things after the fact." His tone is authoritative and damn near makes my panties damp. 

"Yes sir," I wink. "Night night, Mr. Styles."

"Fuck. Goodnight, Amelia," he says after appearing to shift around in his seat. The screen goes blank and I take a moment enjoying the satisfaction that I can still have an affect on him even after such a stressful conversation. 

Zack needed to go back to where the fuck he came from. I was enjoying things just fine in my happy little bubble. I'll be damned if I let anything else from back home take away from the happiness I have worked so hard for. I stew on this for a little while longer before getting ready for bed and drifting off to sleep, happily dwelling on the fact that I get to see Harry in less than 36 hours.