Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 61

Thank God it's Friday.

This week has been so odd, and I'm so ready to relax and actually sleep this weekend. I don't even have any plans or anything, I'll probably just cozy up in bed and FaceTime Harry as much as I can without interfering with his schedule.

The first week without Harry has been hell. Going to bed without him was fine the first night or so, because sometimes I used to sleep at my apartment even when he was here for a day or two at a time when we both had busy schedules. It still felt weird, but it got increasingly worse. The third and fourth day without him was horrendous, and I felt so genuinely lonely. Kind of scared, honestly. Waking up was even worse, because each time I expect to feel his body pressed up against me, or feel his head curled up against my stomach, it's not. Instead, it's cold sheets, cold air, cold everything. It sucks.

I've been slowly and surely realizing it, and I just can't live without this man in my life. He has my heart in his hands, and as much as I wish that I could control it, I can't. I'm too madly in love with him. There's no way I'm not moving in with him the second that he gets back.

Although I miss him so so much, I'm also extremely proud of him and I'm so ecstatic that he's not only doing what he loves, but making so many other people out there happy. He's already played 3 shows, the first one being Monday, then Wednesday and Thursday, and I'm just so happy for him.

I of course stalked people on twitter and watched as many videos as possible, and FaceTimed him before and after every show. I'm so excited to be able to see him do what he loves, and I don't know if I can wait another 10 days to see him in NYC. He says he's still so high on all the adrenaline that he's not anywhere near tired of it yet, which makes me also very relieved. I just want him to be happy and healthy.

I lose my train of thought as I reach Harry's apartment complex, and feel my phone buzz right as I open the door. It's Harry.

Harry: Hi love, it's midnight here, but I still can't sleep. I miss you so much.

I look down to my watch, noticing that it's 6:08pm. I got off really late today, but I'm honestly not mad about it since I have nothing better to do.

Me: I'm sorry H, I miss you so much too. I can call you in like 10? I just got home, but I need to change and stuff quickly

Harry: Okay, just call me whenever you are ready. Also - stop apologizing for things.

I smile to myself, turning the doorknob to his apartment after fiddling with my keys. He always tells me to stop apologizing.

Me: Okay sorry

Harry: I swear to God.

Me: Hahahaha

Harry: You think you're so funny, don't you?

Me: Actually, yes. Yes I do

Harry: Hmm. Sure thing.

I roll my eyes at his text, laughing lightly as I change into his t-shirt and a pair of my own sweatpants. I then plop in bed, getting comfy since I'm probably not going to be leaving the apartment again tonight.

Me: Heyyy, you can't make fun of my jokes when you're the one who constantly makes dad jokes

Harry: That's because my jokes are good.

Me: In what universe?

Harry: Keep it up and you'll be sorry the next time I see you. (Which, by the way, is in 10 days.)

Me: Oh, really? What are you going to do?

I laugh to myself, loving when Harry and I are playful like this to each other.