Chapter 22:

Chapter 22

"Are you sure you can't come?" I plead with Ed, standing parallel to the boarding station. Thank goodness for Ellie, Ed and I are back to our old ways and despite his altercations with Harry, I still want him with me. He frowns, glancing back at Ellie, then returning to my gaze.

"I think I should stay here, besides, you got jerk face over there," He teases, winking. I roll my eyes and direct my attention towards Ellie and open my arms to her.

"Thank you for everything, it means so much to me." I murmur into her shoulder, pushed into her embrace.

"Absolutely no problem, oh crap, your plane!" She sputters out quickly. My eyes jolt towards the last call for boardings. I squeal, hugging Ed and bidding him a goodbye, promising to call and him promising to pick me up in a week when both Harry and I will be getting back.

I turn around from lugging my bag forward, pointing from Ellie to Ed. "Hey, keep an eye on him, would ya?" I tease, smirking to my self. They both laugh, giving me a final wave before I enter the plane and slide into the first class seat Harry had arranged for me.

Harry had even sent me a playlist to listen to consisting of the songs we recorded on his home recording set together. A man about 22 sits down in the seat next to me, causing me to silently groan. All I wanted to do was think of Harry and how long it'll be until I see him but now a very attractive guy sits down here. He sports a winter grey sweater with a tie underneath and work pants, his brunette hair swirled upward. He smiles warmly at me and extends his hand. I instantly recognize him as one of the five I met during dinner.

"Hi, Louis Tomlinson, nice to meet you... again." He says as I shake his hand, studying his features nonchalantly. His looks compare a lot to Harrys, from his lips to gentle smile.

"Taylor... Swift, but you know that." I pause and add in the last part, looking unsure upward which turns into both of us laughing.

"Ah, the French girl." He winks. "Going to visit Harry, I suppose?" He asks, tucking away his luggage. I nod with a sigh, running my hand through my hair.

"Mhm, can I say the same about you?" My fingers scroll through Harrys playlist until I find something I feel like hearing, glancing up momentarily at Louis.

"Hm kind've, I've actually got music video shoot over in Africa later this week but I decided to swing by to set to say hey then head over to the video shoot." He explains as he plugs in one earphone into his ear opposite of me. I nod because I don't know what else to say in the situation, just grinning and pushing in both earphones.

I lean my head on the plane windowsill and begin to float off into daydreams that consist of where the song takes me. My own music video replaying of Harry and I's moments together in my head. I miss him terribly, ever wreaking fiber longing for his touch. Two weeks is way too long even though we talked or facetimed almost every other day. I feel almost numb to everything, barely even feeling shame for my outburst with Ed, just tinges of regret. I need to just talk with Harry about everything, stuff I can't talk about just on the phone. I need him.

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"Go ahead," Louis ushers with a laugh as I stand quickly as soon as the plane stops. I nod and smile a nervously giddy thanks, sliding past him, tossing my bags behind me and finding my way through the crowd towards the door with a excess of excuse me's. Multi colored flags and accents meet me everywhere.

I scan the unloading dock, finally resting on him. We stand still for a moment, a simultaneous sigh escaping our lips, gazing at eachother from afar. His hair is shorter on the sides yet keeps it's frugal natural swirls curled over. He wears a simple black shirt with jeans and a dark army green jacket. Before my tears have a chance to spill over, I make a increasingly fast walk towards him, escalating into a run as he opens his arms. The arms i'd been praying for would hold me. The arms I missed so dearly.

As soon as I'm a few feet from him, my body is catapulted forward into his arms, Harry picking me up and swinging me quickly around, my legs latching around his waist. My fingers grip around his neck, smiling at me for a quick second, another second later his lips pushing into mine. Giddily moving in shape with eachothers with weeks of longing. We part just for Harry to peck on my lips once more and smile at me. He places me back onto the ground, from my cloud 9 experience as well as just this scene.

"I missed you so much." He breathes, his voice out of breath and hoarse. My pace matches his, my fingers tangled in his curls. He looks somewhat younger, his dimples riding out even when his teeth aren't showing, and his eyes full of life.

"I missed you too... so much." I struggle to hold in a cry but not being able to resist his lips again. Without care of the people watching, our lips match together again, longing for the taste and feel until I part, realizing the now several staring groups. He leans closer until he's ear level, his whispering naughty breath sending chills down my spine. I slap his arm, probably blushing terribly at his words and plans. I can see his greed lusting in his eyes which I quickly admonish.

"Oh like you haven't heard it before.." He rolls his eyes without losing his smirk, entwining our hands and leading me forward.

"Not in public, Harry." I whine, blushing as I examine the floor while walking, afraid of meeting his gaze. "and not in Africa.."

"New places, new things to try, I always say!" He states loudly with a huge cheeky grin on his face. He motions like he's talking about the outside country when both he and I know what he really means.

"Oh shut up you little perv," I purse my lips into a grin, ruffling his hair playfully. He laughs, easing my gaze on him directly. So beautifully blissful in perfect harmony.

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