How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 16

{Kate's Point of View}

When the plane landed, I felt extremely anxious. The entire plane ride had been nothing but bouncing knees and nail biting. There was so much running through my mind that I could hardly gather my thoughts enough to get my bag and get off the plane.

I was excited to see Harry again. Three weeks without him had felt like an eternity. When I left, I had misjudged my emotions. I had been feeling trapped, but time away had shown me that if I had been more upfront with Harry about my anxiety, it never would have reached that point.

I was also nervous about seeing Harry again. Our phone conversations had proven that he missed me, but I knew it was possible to miss someone even when you're angry with them. I was hoping he wasn't angry. I was hoping he would be happy to see me.

The crowd parted a little as I walked by. Girls were staring at me as I had clearly been recognized. I tried to keep my head down and look for the bodyguard that had been assigned to pick me up from the gate and take me to where Harry was waiting.

"Welcome back to London," I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Hi, Nick." I smiled at Harry's bodyguard.

"Let's get you over to Harry. Someone is already picking up your suitcase from the baggage claim and they are delivering it to the car."

"Thanks."

Nick held onto me as a larger crowd formed and girls were asking about Harry. He walked at a fast pace to keep people from following. A few cameras were flashing, but I diverted my eyes. I tried to keep a steady rate of breathing. This was feeding into my nervousness.

We stopped outside a door that led to a private area. It was common for celebrities to wait in these private areas for flights to avoid being mobbed by fans. I ran my hands through my hair a few times and took a deep breath as Nick opened the door.

Harry was sitting in one of the chairs toying with a ring on one of his fingers. As soon as he saw me, he was on his feet. I dropped the coat and bag I had in my hands to the floor. Within an instant, Harry was wrapped completely around me.

I took in his familiar scent as my face was pressed to his chest. I gripped his coat firmly against his back. His arms enveloped me and he rocked back and forth for a moment. His head was leaned down and his lips were close to my ear. He opened his mouth and I heard a small whisper, "You came back to me."

After several moments in our silent embrace, Harry pulled back. I was able to see him properly for the first time in three weeks. His hair looked longer, but it was styled perfectly. The front pushed back and his curls weren't nearly as unruly as usual. He wore a button down shirt under a wool coat. His smile was just as warm and familiar as ever.

"I missed you," I confessed.

"I missed you more than anything." He stepped close to me again, unable to handle the short distance that had developed between us. "It's been too long and I'm so happy you're back with me."

"I was ready to come back."

"You were?" He looked hopeful.

"I couldn't stand being away from my boyfriend," I smiled.

There was a knock on the door interrupting our reunion. Nick opened the door and leaned in. "Harry, we have the car ready now. We have to leave right away to avoid the people outside. Someone spread the word that you two are at the airport and traffic is piling up outside."

"We're coming." Harry nodded to Nick and the bodyguard disappeared behind the door.

"Ready to go, love?"