Canyon Moon | H.S.

Nothing to be Done (19)

"We're leaving tomorrow morning."

"What?"

It's Sunday morning, the boys and I are sitting around the table for breakfast.

"What do you mean you're leaving tomorrow morning?"

I knew the possibility of them leaving was, well, a possibility, Zayn had mentioned it the other day, I just didn't realise how quickly it would happen.

"We're over halfway through getting this album written," Louis explains, "we need to go and spend time with other writers, and start getting demos recorded."

"How long will you be gone for?"

"A week."

A week. That's practically nothing... really. So why is there a sinking feeling in my stomach?

"Hey." Harry says softly, taking my hand, obviously noticing the worried look on my face. "What're you thinking?"

"I just..." I glance around at them all looking completely nonplussed, "it's stupid, but I have a bad feeling about it."

I can't look at him even as the tightness in my chest gets worse. I feel so stupid, it's a week, that's all. They're coming back. I guess it's just forcing me to think about change again, and I don't like thinking about change.

"We'll be back before you know it. We'll all be a phone call away too."

I nod, not really knowing what to say. Breakfast is quiet... good job Natalie, you've made them all feel weird now. Get over yourself, it's a week, that's all.

They all head off after breakfast to pack a bag each, and I stand in silence, washing the dishes. The sun's streaming in through the glass door and I sigh slightly feeling the warmth on the side of my face. It's such a beautiful day... maybe I just need to get outside for a bit.

Being outside works wonders, the cool breeze and the sound of the water lapping against the edge of the pool dissolving the pit in my stomach, and I slowly start to feel fine again.

What was all that about? The sun's on my face, birds are tweeting... I have nothing to worry about.

I feel someone sit down on the bed behind me, my eyes still closed. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling back until I'm lying against him.

"You okay?" He asks softly, and I don't move, listening to his breathing.

"Yeah. I think I'm just going to miss you." He plants a kiss to the top of my head.

"I'm going to miss you too. This is new for us, but maybe it'll be good too."

"Are you saying you want to get away from me Mr Styles?" I say playfully, feeling him shift forward.

"Never." He says in a sultry voice, his mouth right next to my ear.

He kisses the soft spot on my neck, and a moan leaves my throat, shocking me slightly at my body's response to him. I tilt my head back, leaning into him. His hands are massaging my thighs now, his hair tickling the side of my face.

"Harry." I say distractedly. He just hums in response. "We should move." He lifts his head away from my neck.

"I'm not interested in giving the boys a show." I say, sitting up. He chuckles softly and stands up, taking my hand in his.

We make it to his room and push the door closed behind us. He presses me up against the door, his arms either side of me, holding me in place. He latches onto my neck again, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging gently.