You Have Me

Ch.13

"You didn't have to come with me," I told Harry, placing my hand over his. "But I'm glad you did." I assured him, when his mouth formed into a frown. Deciding to come was the easy part, honestly. But actually willing myself to pack and leave the safety of our hotel room was almost mission impossible. Having to say good bye to the boys-having to say good bye to Louis (because I'd secretly miss him the most) was worse. I can still see the way Niall's blue eyes watered when he learned Harry and I would be gone for four days, and I can still remember how sore my ass got from having to sit him down (for two hours) with a cup of tea and almost a pound of cookies as I swore to him we'd be back. Liam and Zayn had taken it more normally (thank god, because if I had to make tea and find an abundance of cookies one more time I think I'd lose it) both promising they understood and then proceeded to hug us and then Louis. Oh Louis, my poor, forgotten best friend (that I feel more comfortable believing he might have actually been my best friend now) wouldn't let me leave until I had promised that I'd come back with Harry. Saying that if I didn't, he'd find me and drag me back with him. He also said that he wasn't opposed to me returning with my memory.

And honestly if by some miracle that happened, well then, yay. Fucking yay.

"I'd miss you too much, if I had let you go by yourself. Besides it's been a long time since I've seen your mummy," He joked with a Cheshire grin. I laughed and bumped our shoulders together. We were currently sitting in our rented car, because I was a coward and I couldn't bring myself to knock on the damn door.

"It's okay to be scared love. I am." I jerked back surprised. Scared? Why was Harry scared. What? Afraid?

"Why are you scared?" I asked giving his hand a squeeze. He just looked down with flushed cheeks and sighed.

Oh, Harry. Why are you so painfully cute?

"I'm just scared you won't come back with me." He shrugged trying to play it cool, but his eyes gave him away. He really was afraid. And no, I don't like that. I really, really don't. My chest tightened up when I saw Harry's sad puppy face. My heart breaking at the mere thought of not having Harry and the boys around constantly. I couldn't even begin to describe the heavy feeling I was left with when I imagined waking up and realizing Harry wasn't there suffocating me. I didn't like it. No fuck that.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm going back with you, know why?" He shook his head eagerly and took hold of my other hand. I turned in my seat and faced him. "Because you're my favorite." I added easily. "Besides Louis' said he'd drag me back, so either way I'm at a lost." I joked and leaned over pressing a kiss to his cheek when his bottom lip jutted out. And oh, Harry was my weakness and if the pictures of us kissing wasn't indication enough for everyone to realize Harry had somehow formed into my favorite, well then they needed help. Because Harry was my absolute favorite. And I was 100 percent okay with that. Especially now with his face soft and smiling. His eyes were bright and shinning excitedly. He leaned in and kissed all my worries away. (Well not really, it's just a nice distraction. Like really, really nice)

"Promise?" I don't know what I was promising but if it would keep that look on his face then I'd promise the world.

"Always." I told him smiling at the way his dimples popped out.

Oh, I love those stupid dimples.

This all seemed familiar, almost like we've done this a hundred times before. (The promise thing, not the sitting out in a car because I'm too afraid to go and knock, because honestly this is all, border line stalker.) And right now my tattoo weighed heavily on my wrist (and that's ridiculous because it's a tattoo) and oh, I really need to ask Harry about it. As soon as I stop getting distracted by his face or his mouth. Yeah, as soon as that happens.