Harry Blurbs

P.S., I Miss You

"Shit, shit, shit!" Harry cursed his way through a crowd of people on the streets of New York City, desperate to get to the post office before it was too late, not really bothering to see if anyone recognised him. "Excuse me... thank you." The cool breeze of the city hit him in the face as he ran, his heart pounding in his chest the more he ran with the letter he was so desperately trying to post clutched tightly in his left hand.

As he rounded the corner and saw the shop he was looking for coming into view, his legs picked up their speed more than he thought was possible, getting him to the door mere minutes before it would have been too late. He could remember the first time he'd done this, thinking it could become a little tradition whenever he was away on tour. Though he never expected it to become as serious as it had between the two of you.

"Write to me, yeah?" You had jested with Harry about him writing you letters like Noah did for Ally in The Notebook but you also knew that he would take you incredibly seriously. You were laying in bed wrapped in Harry's warm embrace as he drew light shapes on the top of your arm, the Notebook playing softly from the TV in front of you both and casting the only light in the room. Harry's face had just been lit with a blue hue when you had asked him to write to you, the dimple in his cheek becoming clearer.

"Write to you?" Your head leant back to rest on his shoulder as you nodded the best you could, letting out a hum of agreement. "What do you mean, 'write to me'?"

"I mean, when you go on tour next-" you grabbed his right hand to play with his fingers absentmindedly as you watched the movie playing for you, "-I want you to write me a letter. If I can't be there then I want you to describe the things you see in so much detail that I feel like I'm there."

"Baby, I could just Facetime you..."

"Facetime isn't the same. I can see it and then that's it. But if you write about it-which you'd be good at- then I get to experience it with you. You can describe the smells, the sights, the atmosphere and everything." You took a deep breath, watching as Noah had Ally pressed up against a wall in the house with his lips pressed hungrily against hers. "I miss you when you're on tour and you know how much I love your writing."

Harry pressed a soft, butterfly kiss to the tip of your shoulder, feeling you relax into him bringing your left arm to your side to grip onto his hand so you could lace your fingers together.

"I'll write to you, promise."

There was a line in the post office, and Harry found himself bouncing his right leg in anticipation to get to the front, praying that he wouldn't miss the final call for parcels that day.

"Hey, how can I help you today?" The cashier took a few moments before looking up from the papers in front of her, her throat bobbing as she swallowed thickly. "You're...you're Harry Styles."

"That I am, love. Look I'll chat to you in a second but please can I get this letter posted? I need it overnight delivery to London. I couldn't give a fuck how much it costs."

He was aware that he may have sounded rude but at that moment he really couldn't give a fuck how he sounded. He needed to get the letter to his love. You were expecting it; relying on it. You were desperate for his words to fill the void his absence left behind, yearning for the only way you had grown to feel close to him with the distance between you both.

"Overnight?" He simply nodded, his leg still bouncing as the woman typed things onto the computer in front of her.

"Yeah, it's really important that this gets to London in the morning." his ring clad fingers fidgeted with his phone as he waited for a reply from the woman at the counter, his heart rate picking up when he thought that he wouldn't be able to send it.