Between Us [Spaces Sequel]

t h i r t y - f o u r

As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw, was Harry's strong, muscular arm around me. I smiled to myself, tracing the tattoos on his arm. I enjoyed the warmth radiating from his body, as I thought of the night before. Just as I moved a little bed, I heard Harry groan softly. I turned around so I could face him. He was still half-asleep. His mouth formed a small smile, a little stubble around his lips. I admired his features lovingly, just as he opened his green eyes and locked them with mine.
"Good Morning," I whispered with a smile on my face.
He wrapped his strong arms around me a bit tighter, pulling me into him a little closer. "How are you feeling?"
"I've never felt better," I told him with a smile on my face, as I leaned over to press a soft kiss onto his lips. As I pulled away, he started pouting a little bit. "Don't stop."
I chuckled, before our lips collided again. His hands wandered to my leg, before he shoved the shirt of his I was wearing up a little bit to wrap his arm around my naked waist. He smiled into the kiss and rolled me over, so he was on top of me.
"When do you have to leave tonight?" I asked him inbetween kisses.
"Let's not talk about it," he told me. "It's tonight, but now we still have the entire day to ourselves."
"Okay," I whispered. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, I was thinking we could spend the day in bed," he said. "Just some time to ourselves. We could even, you know, do some of the stuff we did last night. Only if you want to, of course."
"What would that be, Mr. Styles?" I asked him with a grin on my face.
He smirked, before he started to kiss my neck. "You'll see."

"Don't leave me again," I whined as I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
The noise of the airport filled the entire room, but still it felt like it was only Harry and I.
"I hate leaving you, Scar. But it's only a few months!"
"A few months?" I said, looking at him seriously. "It's six months, Harry. Half a year."
"We can talk everyday and you can visit me on tour or I could visit you if we have some days off," he told me.
"I know, but it's six months and you'll be touring America. You remember how complicated time zones are, right?"
"Yes, but we managed to make it through the past months and we'll make it through the upcoming ones, too."
"Promise?" I asked him.
"I promise you, Scarlett," he told me, before taking my hands into his. "Close your eyes."
I did as he demanded and felt him let go of my hands. I could feel his hands on the back of my neck, before he told me to open my eyes again. I looked down and saw a paperplane necklace around my neck.
"Harry."
"Scarlett," he said, with a smile on his face.
"First of all, that is the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen and second, how many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't spoil me."
"Come on," he whined. "I want to spoil you. It makes me happy, so let me spoil you!"
"Alright, but don't exaggerate it," I said, before wrapping my arms around him again. "Call me tonight, okay? And don't do anything stupid. And most importantly, don't fall in love with random girls on the road."
"You're the only woman I love, Scar. And I always will. Nothing will ever come between us. I won't ever let that happen again."
"I love you, too," I told him, before pressing my lips onto his.
"Also, there might be photos of you wearing that ring online," he said. "They will probably think we're engaged. Which one day, we will be. But by then, I promise I will be home with you and I won't have to leave you every month."
"I'd like that," I whispered.
"I have to leave now, love."
"I know," I replied, wrapping my arms around him one last time. "I'll miss you."
"I will miss you more," he told me, before kissing my lips softly. He grabbed his suitcase, before letting go of my hand. "I'll text you as soon as I get there."
He walked away, turning around every now and then, leaving me behind at the crowded airport.

"If I don't understand this concept, I will literally kill someone," I whispered to myself, throwing my book into the corner of my room. Just then, I heard the door unlock, making me walk into the hallway only to see Kaya in the doorframe.
"Hey!" I greeted her, running up to her to hug her. "How was your date?"
"It was great," she exclaimed.
"How about we order Chinese and you tell me all about it?" I asked.
"Sounds great," she told me, before grabbing her phone to order the food.

"He was being so sweet to me," she told me, before stuffing some more rice into her mouth. "And he had manners. He made me compliments. I think you'll really like him."
"Uh, yeah. I sure hope I do," I told her. "If he wants you, he'll have to get through me first."
"Okay, Mom", she said. "And where did you spend the night?"
"After the party?"
"Yes?"
"At Harry's place," I told her, making her smirk.
"Oh, I get it... You two had some kind of private after-party."
"Possibly," I said and shrugged.
"Wait, did you guys... You did it, didn't you?"
"We might have," I said, making her choke on her noodles.
"Finally!" She exclaimed.
"Okay, enough talking about my sex life. Let's watch Friends," I said.
"I think I'm going to need more details," she told me, before I tossed a pillow at her.