Cherry- H.S

Ready Now.

A/N: THIS IS A DOUBLE UPDATE! MAKE SURE YOU READ THE CHAPTER TITLED SO I DON'T LET MYSELF DOWN BEFORE YOU READ THIS PLEAAASEEEE THERE IS IMPORTANT STUFF IN THAT CHAPTER!!!

It's almost the end of January now, and I have felt heavy all month. I've done so much, done so so many things, but it all felt like it was missing something. I spent New Years with Mitch, Sarah, Kid, Easton, Sandy, and some of their friends. I had a lot of fun, I had a drink or two, and Harry called at midnight our time to wish me a happy new year which was sweet. He's asked me my favorite color everyday, making sure that if he can't say anything else due to how busy he is, he at least says that... I've been writing a lot.. Mostly love songs, but either way they're still songs, and they're all really, really good.

Mitch has helped me a lot too. He's talked with me again, we even visited Sandy at the smoothie shop a few times. Harry said he was really happy that I had Mitch while he was away, and I'm happy I have him too. Him, and Sarah, and Easton. Today is a good day too. I spent the morning surfing, and the waves were more than perfect. I cooked myself dinner, and now I'm having the dance party of all dance parties with Bowie. He's not necessarily dancing, but I don't mind dancing with myself. The tune of the song plays loud and I close my eyes feeling it.

"Oh hell yes." I breathe out. "This one's for you Bowie." I point to him, and he stares at me. Dancing Queen by Abba plays loud over the house, and I decide I will be having the time of my life right now.

"Ooh, you can dance.. You can jive, having the time of your life..." I spin in circles, and throw my hair. The beachy waves cascade down my back, and my legs fumble, and slide as I listen to the music. I grab the closest thing near me, a cat toy, lovely... and I use it as a microphone.

"Friday night, and lights are looooowwwww, looking out for a place to gooooo." I sing to Bowie.

"Sing it Bowie!" I hold the cat toy out to him, and give him a soft nudge. He meows, and I laugh, spinning away from him. "On pitch and everything, that's fucking right." I cheer.

"You come to look for a king, Anybody could be that guy." I sing out, the music so loud I can't hear hardly anything around me.

"DARLENE SUMMERSSSSS!" I freeze in my current dancing position, and open my eyes, tilting my head as I look at Bowie perched on the piano. Was that... No.. But it could be. Am I going fucking crazy?

"Umm.. Harry Styles?" I question, and hear a loud thud that sounds like bags hitting the ground.

"Why the hell aren't you in my arms right now?" He calls out, and it clicks in my mind that he's here right now. He never told me the set date he was coming home because he told me he didn't know. He's here... He's really here. I turn quickly ,dropping the things in my hands, running towards the front door. He's turned towards my bedroom looking for me, and as he turns in my direction I throw my arms around his neck, crashing right into him. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around my back. One of his hands travels up, lacing through my hair to hold me to him. My feet are off the ground, all my weight on him now.

"Hi bubs." I mumble, and hear him laugh, feeling his warmth all around me. A fucking month. It's been an entire month without this, and I missed it so damn much I can't even explain it.

"Hi baby...." I can hear the smile in his voice even though I can't see it. "God I missed you.." He speaks softly, and I squeeze myself to him tighter.

"I missed you..." I say the words back, giving him reassurance, but also making it know that I really did miss him more than anything in the world. He starts to place me down, but I keep a tight hold on him, latching my legs around his waist. "Uh uh, I'm not done yet." I tell him selfishly. He laughs out, and I notice all of his things laying around us right now. Once again he came straight from the airport.