Canyon Moon | H.S.

Ticket Home (36)

"Harry, I'll be fine." I say, for the thousandth time, as I pack my overnight bag. 

It seems a bit ridiculous to take the stuff I brought with me home, just to bring it back again, but I don't know how long I'll be at home for, so I'll need all the essentials. The clothes and stuff have already made their home in the wardrobe of the second bedroom though.

"I know you'll be fine love, but I just feel guilty, sending you all the way to London and back to move your life around while I just sit here." He's sitting on the bed watching me, and I go over to kiss his forehead.

"You said yourself, you've got meetings and stuff, and things to plan."

"Yeah, but I could have moved them."

"Stop pouting, Styles," I say, flicking his lower lip with my finger, "we both know that this is probably also good for us. This week has been amazing, apart from my little blip the other day, but a day or two apart will also help. I think."

He grabs my hands and kisses my fingers absentmindedly.

"Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I like it though."

"The sooner I go, the sooner I'll be back, love. With all my stuff to boot!" I say, prodding him lightly.

"Angel, we both know my wardrobe is about three times the size of yours." He says, making me giggle.

"Very true. Guess you'll just have to buy me some fancy clothes." His eyes light up at that, and I quickly clarify, "I'm joking!" He pouts at me and I lean down and kiss his protruding lip.

"It is a shame that you won't get to meet Bekah though." I say, tearing myself away to go and zip up my bag.

"I'll meet her soon. We can go visit or she can come out here for a bit."

"She has already threatened to kick your arse if you do anything to hurt me."

"I don't doubt it," He says, holding his hands up, "She sounds like a formidable woman." The thought makes me smile, and I know Bekah will get a kick out of it when I tell her.

"And when I come back, I'll get to meet your team, yeah?" I sit down on the bed next to him, lazily rubbing my hand on his thigh.

"Definitely. They're all so excited to meet you." My stomach flips a bit at his words.

"God, hope I'm not a disappointment then."

A shocked squeal leaves my lips as Harry throws himself down on the bed, pulling me on top of him. He grabs my wrists and holds them to his chest, not letting me wriggle free.

"No more of that talk, okay? They're going to love you, just as much as I love you." I lean down to kiss him, both of us smiling widely.

The journey back to London is long, but luckily I manage to sleep this time, my head not as full of nervous energy. I arrive back in London about midday UK time, and sprint towards Bekah who's waiting to pick me up.

"Beks!" I yell, dropping my bag on the ground and wrapping my arms around her.

"Hi darling!" My face is split in a wide smile, and I laugh loudly as she squeezes my sides.

"You look like you're glowing, babe!" She says as we get into her car. "You look so happy."

"I feel happy. I honestly feel better than I have in years."

"I'm so happy for you, sweets."

She fills me in on all the regulars as we drive to my house, and the interviews she's already gone through to try and fill my position, claiming she knew as soon as we bumped into Louis that I wouldn't be staying in London for much longer.