Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 116: Harry. What's going on?

Half way through dinner, Anne looks directly at my mom. 

"Brielle should spend the night at the hotel tonight." She suggests. 

"I was actually going to take her out tomorrow." My mom explains. 

Anne spills a little of her water on her dress. 

"Oh dear! Marie, come help me get this out!" Anne shrieks. 

"It's just water, it will dry." My mom says as she looks down at her food. 

"Not on this dress!" She grabs my mom by the hand and pulls her into the bathroom. I turn and look in the direction of the bathroom. 

"What was that about?" I ask Harry. 

He looks down at his hands and they are moving around each other. "I don't know." He says nervously. 

"I think you do." I say back as I stare at him in the eyes. 

"Brielle! I love your dress! Where did you get it?" Gemma says trying to cover for Harry. Before I can answer, Anne and mom come running back. 

"Brielle! You should spend the night at the hotel tonight." My mom squeaks. 

I don't have time to question, everybody begins talking again. After dinner, my mom and dad hug me, and leave quickly. Gemma pushes me into the passenger seat of Harry's car. They keep Harry and I talking until we are at the hotel. Harry pulls me up to his room, not letting me talk. 

"You left a pair of your pajama shorts here." He says as he throws them and one of his shirts too me. I quickly slip the pajama's on. 

"Now, do you want to explain to me what that was about?" I ask suspiciously. He grabs my hand and leads me out to the balcony. 

"Harry. What's going on?" I ask. 

He sits down, and pulls me down on his lap. 

"I hope you're ready to explain." I say seriously. He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me closer to him. 

"Well." He says. He sounds in pain. 

"Well?" 

"I got a phone call last night." He starts. "And..." 

"Stop delaying it!" I shriek.

"I'm going on tour for a while. Four months. I'll be back December." He spits out. The news hits me hard. I'm suppose to go a while without seeing Harry, or any of the boys? I can't sound hurt. I can't sit here and start bawling. 

"When are you leaving." I manage to choke out. 

"A week." 

"Oh." A million thoughts are going through my head. I have a week with my boyfriend, then I won't see him for months. He's going to be all over the world. He will find another girl. Someone much prettier then me. Our relationship is going to come crashing down. He can hear the pain in my voice. 

"It's okay to cry." He whispers. That was all I needed. I start sobbing. I hide my face in his chest. He rubs my back and tries comforting me. 

"You're going to find someone much prettier then me. Much better then me." I say between my sobs. 

"Me? Find someone prettier then you? It's impossible. You're my one and only, and always will be." I look up at him, and he has tears streaming down his face now too. I wipe them away with my thumb. 

"Don't cry. One of us needs to be strong." I whisper. He puts his lips centimeters away from mine. 

"How can I  be strong when I'm not going to see my baby for four months?" He whispers, his lips brushing against mine. I place my lips on his. I pull away after a few second, and he pulls me back. We stay outside for a few more minutes, then go inside. I lay down in Harry's arms, and he's asleep within a few minutes. I want this moment to last forever. His arms around my waist, his face hidden in my hair. My head and hand resting on his chest, and our legs intertwined. I wish I could stay like this forever, because I know this only lasts for another week.