Flights |Fingerprints Sequel|

*Harry Styles* "Why does every conversation we have end up about you and your future?" I spat at him. "Johanna, you know this is a HUGE break for the band. We're going to places we've never been, touring in arenas that the most popular bands in the world performed in." He pulled out his Eighth & L tour poster. It was a picture of the whole band with their tour dates on it. He held it out, and looked at me with his sparkling, captivating eyes. But I was too upset to let him have this one. I shoved the poster out of my face. "I'm almost 24, Harry. And you're almost 25. We really need to focus on our futures here, and leaving me for a month every few months doesn't seem like you have thought about the future at all." I looked down at my left hand, rotating it slightly, making the light reflect off the gorgeous ring. When I looked back up at him, his sweet gaze had turned into a piercing stare. My eyes shifted left to right. "You're right. We do need to start thinking about our futures," He said coldly, flipping over the poster in his hand so he could see the front. He looked it up and down, in deep thought. "I'm looking at mine right now," he said, not even looking up. I scoffed, with tears filling my eyes as he bent down, and extended the handle of his rolling suitcase.