You'll Bring Me Home

You'll Bring Me Home - A Harry Styles OneShot

My laptop was charged, open and ready when the chime alerting me of a Skype call sounded through the speakers. I peered at the screen, my heart beating a little faster against my chest as soon as I saw the name 'Harry' appear. As I got comfortable on my bed, laptop resting on my white duvet, I leaned back against the headboard and hit the accept button.

A sense of calm washed over me as Harry's face appeared on my screen. His hair disheveled and nearly to his shoulders, a smile overtook his face, dimple and all. I couldn't help the ear to ear grin on mine in return.

"Baby, hiiiiii. You alright?" He spoke in a quiet, husky voice.

"Hi, love. I'm good. Better now that you called," I said, smile still etched across my face.

His brow furrowed and he looked at me intently. "Better? Why, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Harry. I promise. It's just been a shit a day, you know? The rain won't stop and things with my best friend still aren't too great. And I just...I miss you so much," I say looking down at my hands in my lap.

It was true. The situation with my best friend wasn't good. I've left numerous text messages and voicemails in the hope she'd call and tell me what I did wrong. I even went over to her flat with no success, though it was clear then she was ignoring me for whatever reason I can't imagine. That, combined with Harry being gone months out of the year, it all came crashing down on me today. The weight of it all a little too much to bear on my own.

I looked up as he scrubbed a hand down his face and leant back, head finding comfort on the pillows. He looked utterly exhausted, like he's hasn't slept for a few days. Even with the poor quality of the Skype video, dark circles are prominent under his eyes. A reminder of the long days on the road.

"I miss you too, babe. I'd do anything to be there or to have you here. Just a few more months, yeah?" He let out a quiet sigh.

"Yeah, I know. It'll go by so quick," I say, giving him the best smile I could muster, hoping it reached my eyes, and he nods.

Suddenly he claps his hands, sitting up and I jump. "Hey, I know what will cheer you up!"

I smile as I look him over, his grin returning, dimples on full display now, "And what may that be?"

He looks down, lets out a breath of a laugh and his eyes find me again. A lazy smile appears on his face.

"Knock, knock."

"Oh, god," I roll my eyes, "Who's there?"

"Doctor."

"Doctor who?" I sigh.

"That's a great TV show, isn't it?"

"That was awful, Harry." I say dryly, looking at him with the straightest face I could muster.

"Heyyy," he says, mock offended. "You love my knock, knock jokes. Don't kid yourself."

"You're an idiot," I say affectionately.

It's silent after that, the only sound coming from the whir of the fan in the room and my breathing. We sit there and we drink each other in, savoring what we've already memorized. His hair flops in his eyes as he lays back on the pillows again, a hand coming up to rake through it and push it back. I laugh when I catch sight of the ring on his pinky finger. The thin, simple sterling silver ring that I've been searching for for months that now adorns his finger.

A ghost of a smile plays on Harry's lips. "What's so funny, miss?"

"You stole my ring, you little shit," glaring as best as I could as a laugh tried to make its way out, "I practically flipped the flat upside down looking for it."

"M'sorry, love." He didn't look the least bit sorry.

"It's just," he starts, toying with my ring on his finger, "I like having a little piece of you with me on the road. Even if it's as silly as a ring that's three sizes too small, you know?" He chuckles, looking down shyly. "It gives me comfort. I can look down at it and think of you. Or remind myself, when I'm having an off day or when my head is all over the place, that I've got my girl waiting at home for me, and it keeps me going."

My eyes well up with tears and I try to hold them back in vain. "I know, baby. We both have ways to keep us sane, huh?" My fingers find Harry's crucifix resting over my heart.

Harry nods in understanding. Suddenly a yawn made its way from his mouth, overtaking his whole body with its power. He shook his head as if to rid himself of exhaustion.

"Baby, why don't you sleep, hm? I hate seeing you this tired. You'll get sick. God, it must be three in the morn-"

"Slow down, little miss," Harry chuckled, cutting me off.

I sigh, "Will you please just get some rest for me, love?"

"Only if you insist, baby," he says cheekily. "Will you stay on, though? I don't want you to go just yet. I want to fall asleep with you." He sets the laptop over to the side, takes his shirt off and shuffles down the bed so he's lying flat, chest bare and duvet pulled up to mid stomach. He turns on his side so he's facing me and I get comfortable, copying his position.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll see you real soon, alright?" He presses two fingers to his lips and then to the computer screen and I mimic him.

"'Night, baby. I love you."

My eyes slip close as I hear him whisper an 'I love you' back, and I'm lulled to sleep by his humming through the laptop speakers.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I really want to get back into writing. This is an old piece (under a different name) that I posted on my Tumblr about 4 years ago. I have some other works too that I might upload on here, if I get views, likes, comments etc. If you read, thank you, I appreciate it! - Kassidy