Harry’s heart sank as he noticed couples kissing and holding each other, blocking his exit out of his terminal and making a spot where he could possibly find you. He didn’t think he would have such trouble finding you – if he could spot you in an audience of eighty thousand people, he should be able to find you in one terminal in LAX.
His heart swelled in his chest, his lips curving into a grin as he felt your palms cover his eyes, your chin sitting on his shoulder as you kiss his stubble coated cheek delicately, giggling quietly, “Guess who?”
“’m so happy, I love you so much,” he whispers, his lips kissing yours sweetly, his mint and cologne drawing your knees weak as your arms wrap around his shoulders, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, tiny kisses peppered across your face as he draws away.
“I love you, too, Bub.”
“Couldn’t find you, and I was starting to get worried that you didn’t remember I was comin’ in, today,” he breathes nervously, rocking on his heels as he awaits your remark, your blue eyes rolling playfully as your fingertips tap your phone screen, your palm lifting your phone, teasingly showing your calendar event marked ‘BUBBY COMES TODAY’. “Bubby?”
“Stop, don’t even say a word about it.”
“It’s cute, my sweet. Jus’ like you.”
“C’mon, I haven’t kissed you in almost three weeks. We have to make up our time,” you giggle, lacing your fingertips with his, waiting as he adjusts his suitcase, leading him outside, your figure tucked near his as paparazzi swarm, his cheek tucked on your forehead as he leads your path to your car, his arm adjusting around your body as he opens your passenger door, shuffling his bag in your boot, padding and stepping into his driver’s seat hurriedly as security passes through and ushers each reporter away. “Hold my hand.”
“Okay,” he chuckles interlocking his fingers with yours, smiling widely as you kiss his skin softly, your fingertip tracing his tattoos scattered alongst his arm. “’m starving. Do you want anything? Should I stop and pick up dinner on our way? Who’s house are we going to – mine or yours?”
“Bub, you know how you thought I forgot about you, today?”
“Mhm. But, in all honesty, I knew you hadn’t – it was a mindless worry.”
“Bubby, my story,” you giggle, kissing his cheek lightly, adjusting your torso, your orbs tracing his features as you admire him, his smile and dimple drawing your heart to swell. “Since I realised you would be here on Friday instead of Saturday, I sort of started staying in your house and have been cleaning and straightening up a bit, before you’d get here.”
“Mhm,” you grin, your cheeks aching, your lips perched in a smile, his lips touching yours softly as his foot leans on his brake, a red light pausing his driving and giving him a moment away. “I started preparing dinner a few hours ago. Only step left is to put it on the stove and make our meal.”
“I love you so much,” he smiles, his lips touching your hand as he carefully turns down his road, his fingertips rolling down his window and punching in his house security code, carefully steering and driving into his path, before turning off your engine and bounding out of his seat, his suitcase lodged in your backseat, being ignored until you would be cleaning his laundry, complaining about how he hadn’t dragged his luggage in, although he knew you were happiest when you didn’t have a reminder of a goodbye which would eventually come. His smile softened as your lips touched his, your hands holding his tee shirt, his palms cupping your cheeks gently, his eyelashes fluttering closed as he cherished your touch and your kiss. “Mm.”
TONY DUKIPUL REALLY TRIED TO SET HARRY UP BY SAYING “DID YOU REALLY LIKE THE MUSIC YOU WERE PLAYING? ALL THE WAY TO THE END?” AND HARRY SMILED WIDE AND SAID “I DID I REALLY DID” AND IN CONCLUSION HARRY SUBTLY SAID “FUCK YOU YOU CAN SUCK MY 1D DICK” AND IF THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU HAPPY SUCK MY 1D DICK