Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Sixteen

Florence

I picked up my bags, handing them towards the driver before going back in the house and picking up Bono's leash. "Bono, let's go," I mumbled tiredly, watching his wiggling tail running up to me. "Harry, hurry up!"

I helped Bono adjusting his collar, sitting down in front of him. He sat down on my lap and I gave him some attention while waiting for Harry. "Can you believe that, Bono? He's going to be late for his own tour."

His big brown eyes stare at me in confusion and I simply smiled. "We're going to be away from home for a while babe. But we'll be fine, I promise." I pressed a soft kiss onto his head before staring at the staircase until I would see Harry's long legs running down.

He always gets on my last nerve whenever he has to leave for tour. While I'm always prepared and settled, he's laid back and his suitcase is never packed beforehand. Normally, I do it for him but whilst starting on his suitcase, we got into an argument which led to more crying and not talking for two days.

Until yesterday, when he walked into the room, ready to put his fist down and tell me exactly how he was feeling. In a way, I was prepared for him to tell me that I've been acting like a lunatic lately, what I didn't expect was how calm he actually was.

I expected him to yell at me because I was once again being ridiculously mean and annoying. I didn't expect him to beg me to go on tour with him. And I didn't expect to agree with him after hearing numerous arguments. But here I am, it's 4 A.M. and I'm impatiently waiting with an already stressed pup and Harry's lack of punctuality.

"Harry, hurry the fuck up," I moaned, annoyed by his frantic steps. "Bono is already stressed out so let's get moving. I don't want him to get nervous on the plane." 

"I'm coming, jeez, I'm coming," He shouted loudly and a minute later he was sprinting downstairs, a duffel bag in his left hand. He was busy texting on his phone in his other hand, completely ignorant to the fact that I've been waiting for forty minutes now. If I had known we wouldn't be leaving until four in the morning, I would've gotten up later. 

I groaned as I stood up, my hand wrapping around Bono's leash. "Finally," I huffed, grabbing my coat and my phone as I watched him grab the leash out of my grasp and picking up the pup that was barely close to his fully grown weight.

"Are you stressed, big boy?" He cooed, playing with his paws as Harry moved his nose against Bono's nose. Normally, I would find this overly cute and I would be watching them in pure adoration, but right now I was ready to board the plane and leave his annoying ass in the States. 

Harry kept on pouting and murmuring sweet nothings against Bono to try and ease him, casually walking through the door like he would be back in an hour while I halted in my steps. We were leaving our home behind for months, that's not something I casually do. 

I watched Harry, walking up towards our driver while I turned on my heel. I made myself promise to be better once I get back here and I plan on keeping that promise. The only thing I regret is leaving behind Storms' room the way it is, knowing once we get back it would be in the same state. Harry wanted to clean up Storms' room but I wasn't ready. I just don't want us to spiral back down once we get back just because we have to pack up the room.

My hand rested on the doorknob, I turned off the lights of the hallway and shut the door behind me. "I promise I'll get better," I said to myself, jumping at the sound of the trunk slamming shut. I put my phone in my bag and walked over to the blacked-out Range Rover.

I slipped into the back seat, Bono immediately putting his head in my lap, while his body rested on the seat. Harry's fingers were tracing patterns into his skin and his gaze was set on me. He looked at me the way he does any time he's leaving for tour, except this time there wasn't any room for sadness. He was excited, he had his little family on tour with him, there was no need to feel sad. The only thing that was missing was our son.