DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Twenty-Five

Jamie

I woke up in my small studio apartment. A wave of emotion crashed over me as the last 24 hours played out in my head. Jake chucking my laptop across the room, kicking him out, Harry coming.

Oh gosh, Harry.

Harry Styles is sleeping on my couch.

My head snapped up to look at the couch across the room. It was empty. I brushed a hand through my hair and looked around.

"Harry?" I said.

My stomach dropped, I felt the sobs start to build in my chest again. What would be so surprising about him leaving? Of course he would leave.

I jumped out of my bed and headed to the bathroom again, feeling like I was going to throw up again. I was holding my stomach as I padded down my small hallway.

Just as I made it to the bathroom door, my apartment door opened. I jumped back and hit the wall, thinking it was Jake. The nauseous feeling in my stomach getting worse. I didn't know whether to jump into the bathroom and lock the door or run.

I was surprised to hear Harry's voice ringing through the apartment as the door opened further. He kicked the door shut, his hands full of McDonald's bags.

"Jamie!" He sang. The nauseous feeling subsided as I felt my shoulders relax. He didn't leave.

I ran to him.

"Hey, I got some sausage egg and cheese muffins, breakfast burrito—-" I cut him off as I jumped and wrapped my arms around his neck. He dropped both bags on the floor. The food would taste the same.

"Hey..." He whispered. "Are you alright?" he added.

I just nuzzled my head into his neck. His hair was back tied into a bun. I took in his scent, the way his muscles felt as he tightened his arms around me. I took everything in slowly, and memorized it. I forgot he'd even asked me a question.

His grip on me loosened, and I took that as time to get down. I hadn't even realized he had me lifted off the ground a bit.

"Hey.." He whispered again. This time bringing his rough hands to my tear stained face. This was one of those moments again, like the tour bus. I could kiss him right now. But it wouldn't be right. His lips moved to my forehead as his grip on my cheek tightened. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and let myself relax a little.

"You got a lot of food for two people." I said quietly, looking at the three large bags he'd dropped on the floor when I hugged him.

"I wasn't sure what you liked...so I got everything." He laughed. He bent over to pick the bags up. I walked over to the kitchen to grab a few plates and napkins.

"Did you want coffee?" I asked, grabbing a few mugs out of the cupboard.