When I stood there on the roof of Murano, under the starry sky, making out with the boy of my dreams, I realized how true it was, what I’d just told him. I had everything a girl could ever dream about and I was perfectly happy. There was only one thing that I feared in this relationship now; the distance. The thought about going home tomorrow and leaving Harry behind was unbearable. I tried to push the thought away, even though it came closer and closer every second.
When I woke up in my hotel room the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the curtains and lit up the entire room. One of the boys’ drivers had driven me all the way back to the hotel last night and I hadn’t gone to bed before 3 AM, so I really deserved to sleep in today. I had to check out of the hotel before 3 PM, but my plane didn’t leave until 9. Luckily I had an amazing boyfriend who’d offered me to stay at his flat until my plane left and I’d happily accepted his offer right away.
When I looked over at the clock on my nightstand I realized I just had an hour before Harry was picking me up. Shit, I had to hurry. I took a quick shower before I threw on some jeans and a tank top and put my hair up in a ponytail. Quite a contrast from yesterday’s beautiful dress, though. I just hoped that Harry wouldn’t get too disappointed. Okay, I’d actually stopped worrying about what he thought about how I looked. I mean, obviously some weird demon had interrupted his brain and told him that he was going to like me, no matter what I looked like. I could help but smile at the thought.
An hour later I was done checking out of the hotel and I was standing by the hotel stairs with my suitcase. It was 3:15 and Harry hadn’t showed up yet. I was getting a bit worried he wouldn’t show up at all, because he was usually on time. Maybe he’d forgot? Or maybe he was still asleep? Or maybe he’d been so drunk when he told me that he would pick me up, that he didn’t remember it today? I was just about to pick up my phone and call him when I noticed someone in car nearby, staring at me. The person, most likely a guy, was wearing a purple hood and dark sunglasses, so it was hard to see his face. His staring was starting to creep me out and I was about to walk away, when he rolled down the window.
“Psst Susann, it’s me. Come on, get in the car!” I still didn’t recognize the face, but I recognized the husky voice right away. I walked over to the car, put my suitcase in the trunk and sat down in the passenger seat next to him.
It wasn’t until we’d driven out of the most crowded streets that he pulled his hood down, took the sunglasses off and leaned over to kiss me.
“Hi sweetheart” his two dimples made two small holes in his cheeks when he smiled at me. “I’m sorry about that, but I was a bit worried about paparazzies, so I figured I would try to keep a low profile.”
“Ah, you should have told me.. I could have found another way to get to your place, so that you wouldn’t have to stress with all of that”.
“Absolutely not. There’s nothing I want more than to stress a bit to pick up my beautiful girlfriend” he took my hand and held it in his, while he was holding the steering wheel with the other one, not letting go of me before we arrived at his place.
Castle was the first thing that hit my mind. Okay, it wasn’t really a castle, but the boys’ complex wasn’t too far away. They didn’t live together, but they had a flat each and lived in the same complex. Or at least none of the others lived together, but Harry lived with Louis. Which I found quite cute.
“Oh my God!” Was the only three words that slipped out of my mouth as I stepped out of the car.
“Hey chill, it’s not that incredible.. it just looks a bit castle ish from the outside” Harry laughed and we walked towards the main entrance. I just left my suitcase in his car, because he’d already demanded to drive me to the airport as well.
We took the lift up to Harry and Louis’ flat and as I walked inside, I couldn’t help but stare. The living room was almost bigger than our entire house. Everything was really modern, with an enormous black couch along one of the walls, a huge TV and a beautiful chandelier dangling from the roof. The only thing that proved that royalty wasn’t living there, was the fact that there were pizza leftovers on the table and some other mess lying on the floor.
“If this isn’t incredible, I don’t know what it is…” I murmured as I looked around. Harry just smiled. Then he noticed the mess on the table and hurried to clean it up.
“Ah, damn it… Louis never cleans up after himself!”
“Where is he anyway?” I asked him.
“He’s hopefully out with El… I kind of threatened him to stay away, so that I could spend some quality time with you”. Harry grinned cheekily at me. The thought of having the entire flat alone with him, gave me butterflies in my stomach. No interruptions, just me and him.
When Harry was done cleaning up, he looked over at me.
“Sooo, what do you want to do, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know..” I answered “you can decide, since this is your last night with me in a while”.
“Well, it’s your last night with me in a while as well, moron…” he teased “but okay, let’s just chill and watch a movie or something? I’m still a bit exhausted from last night..”.
“Yeah sure, but on one condition!” I raised an eyebrow “I’ll pick the movie”.
“Oh nooo, this means we’ll end up watching some hardcore action movie, doesn’t it? Or a football documentary?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his horrified look.
“Hahah, don’t worry.. I was thinking “The Notebook”, is that okay?” This seemed to light Harry up a bit and he capture me in his arms.
“Oh my God, did I happen to mention I love you?”
A couple of hours later I was lying on the couch, wrapped up under a blanket in Harry’s arms, chewing popcorn. Even though I loved romantic movies, I wasn’t really the one who cried like a little baby. Harry on the other hand, was fighting like a brave warrior, to keep his tears back. As the credits started running over the screen, I turned around and wiped a single tear away from his cheek, before I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He was obviously in his good mood, because he happily returned the kiss as he lied me down on the couch. We started making out pretty harsh and he was holding a tight grip around my head. Suddenly he started running his fingers down my body and then gently he pulled my tank top over my head while kissing my stomach. It wasn’t until he unhooked my bra, that I realized what he was doing.