FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

THIRTY-FOUR.

AUGUST, 2019. CONT.

"You know, you don't need to pack everything if you're just leaving for a few weeks."

"You can never be too sure, Dad."

"As if you're not going to buy all the stores when you get to Europe."

Mom, Dad, and the twins had come over to help me pack. And to see me off before I leave. As well as Blair but she was doing more snacking than packing. Not that I minded, I'm just glad she's here.

I know I need this trip. I need to get out of the light for a while. I know damn well I'm going to have a few pap shots all over Instagram and Twitter, but I'm someone recovering from a called off engagement, I have a right.

Not to mention, the internet was more than happy to hear about River and I.

For example:

'Y'all, River and Mona are broken up. Marries...rise!'

'I can't help but feel like River and Mona breaking up was fate for her and Harry. I mean she was going to marry River. Like he was it for her. And I think the universe knew who she truly belonged with.'

'If I see them follow each other again I am going to SCREAM.'

'I'm just waiting for the "Harry Styles and Mona Monroe spotted together" pics and articles. Or them following each other.'

'I think we know what comes next.'

'At this point if Harry and Mona don't end up together I am going to be so mad.'

'Never liked River for Mona. He seemed so fake. He didn't look at her the way Harry did and low key still does.'

'Harry plottin rn...'

'Harry's about to hit her with the "u up?" text."

"Stop River and Mona are over oh my God it's our time.'

'It's been like two weeks what the FUCK is Harry waiting for.'

'God I'm praying so hard that one of them follows the other again.'

They seem hopeful. Meanwhile, I'm not. But it's okay. Maybe now he can find someone worthy of him.

Because I know I'm not.

"Okay, I think you're all set. Unless you want to bring your whole closet." Dad exhales as he wipes his brow.

"I can do that?"

"No! You won't!" Francis protests, standing up. He was pretty damn tired of having to fold clothes.

"Okay, come on lil man let's take these to the door." Dad pats Francis on the back.

They file out and Mom and Claudia join me on the bed where I sit down. I run my fingers through my hair and Claudia rests her head on my shoulder.

"So...you sure you wanna go? Rumor has it a certain someone is coming to LA soon." She nudges me.

"No, I need to go. I need to cleanse myself from him. I still love him deeply and if I'm going to ever get over him, I need alone time." I shake my head.

"You think you'd ever take him back?" Mom inquires.

I laugh, because I'm sure she already knows the answer. I'm sure everyone knows. Even him.

"In a heartbeat."

"I can't shake the feeling that you two belong together. You've been through a lot with him. And fate constantly brings you two back together. I feel it's meant to be." Claudia says to me.