"Sorry, were you sleeping?"
Harry had been gone for a few weeks in LA, meeting with different writers and working in the studio. I, however, was stuck in London without him.
“Hello?” I smiled at the sound of his sleepy voice on the other line as I shrugged out of my coat and tossed my keys onto the side table in the hallway that Harry had insisted we didn’t need.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
“Mmmm, g’mornin’, love.” He paused and I could practically see him stretching his long limbs in my head, “S’pose it’s not morning for you though, huh?”
“You would be correct, it is 5 PM here.”
“Just getting in from work then, yeah?”
I smiled at his complete memorization of my schedule, “Indeed, I am.”
“How was your day?”
“It was alright, it’s raining here.”
“Wow that’s some amazing news, never would’ve guessed that.” He teased.
I laughed and then sighed, “I miss you.”
“Miss you too, only one more week though, love.”
I ran a hand through my hair, closing my eyes, trying to imagine he’s next to me rather than half a world away. “One more week.” I whisper. “How’s thee studio going?”
I could hear the excitement in his voice as he talked about the new music and it made my heart swell. After about a half hour of talking (mostly listening on my part) I frowned at the sound of wind in the phone, “Babe? Are you outside?”
“Yeah, um, listen I have to go, alright? I’ll try and call you later when I’m at lunch to say goodnight. I love you.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to feel the disappointment, “Okay, love you.”
I sighed as the line went dead and with nothing else to do, I tied my hair up and started working on dinner, opening a bottle of wine as I did so. I remembered buying it with Harry when he was still here. We were supposed to drink it together on the date night that was promised weeks ago but was always pushed aside for other commitments.
I sighed as I finished making dinner, realizing I made enough for two out of habit and I nearly cried right there. He didn’t know just how much I missed him, how lonely I felt when he was gone. I tried to hide it from him because it wasn’t his fault, he had to work. And if I was being honest, maybe I was being a little dramatic because he usually did work from home. But the house still felt too empty when he was gone, impossibly big, and the bed practically swallowed me up without his long limbs taking up two-thirds of it.
I showered and crawled into bed in one of Harry’s shirts that still smelled vaguely like him. I knew as the time passed with my phone in my hand that he wasn’t calling me. My phone slipped out of my hand onto the floor as I slipped into sleep.
I was sleeping, but some part of my mind registered the door of the house opening, but ignored it. I heard the door of our bedroom open, but ignored it. I ignored the sound of a bag falling to the floor and boots being kicked off.
But then the bed shifted, and someone was jumping up and down on the mattress, making my body jolt violently. I groaned and began to open my eyes, “What the—“
The bed stopped moving and as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I saw Harry’s silhouette looming over me. “Sorry, were you sleeping?” That impossibly cocky grin on his face as he stared down at me.
It took my mind a few moments to process, my brain working through the fog of sleep, but it was Harry. Harry was really here. I finally screamed his name and jumped up, tackling him to the bed and kissing him all over as he laughed, his arms wrapped around me fiercely, just as unwilling to let me go as I was him.
“You said… You said one more week.”
He kissed me before answering, “Missed you too much, decided to come home early. I wanted to surprise you.”
I thought back to our conversation earlier, “The wind…”
He smirked, “I was boarding the plane.”
I shook my head, grabbing a pillow and hitting him over the head with it, “You sneak!” I accused.
He laughed, “You don’t wanna do that, love.” He gestured to the pillow.
I quirked an eyebrow, “Oh really?” And hit him with it again.
His smile remained, but his voice was low and dangerous as he said, “I’m warning you.”
“What’re you gonna do?” I stood up on the bed and took a swing at his stomach. He caught it against his body and with a tug brought me down on the bed next to him, beginning to hit me with the pillow as well as I laughed uncontrollably. “Okay, okay!” I squealed, “I give up, I give up, you win.” He sinks down to his knees beside me on the bed and sweeps the hair out of my face. “Hotels are really lonely when you’re not there to have a good pillow fight with me.”
I smirked, “I can imagine.” I pulled him by the shirt until he was kissing me again. I sighed against his mouth, “I can’t believe you’re home.”
He kissed me again quickly, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, love. You’re stuck with me.“