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“Good morning bedhead,” I mumbled as I woke up, automatically stretching my arms and legs over to Harry’s side of the bed, intent on wrapping myself around him. The cold was what had woken me and Harry was always a human heater. But his side of the bed was conspicuously empty.
I sat up quickly, blinking at the bright sunlight that poured from the windows, glancing around the room and peering around the loft. “Harry! Harry!” I shouted, “Where the hell are you? You convinced me to take a day off when I only needed one more day longer of shooting to complete the movie and your ass isn’t even here! You promised me that you’d get the day off.”
I climbed out of bed and grabbed a discarded jumper of Harry’s before I saw the note that was placed on the kitchen table.
I’ll be back before you know it but considering it’s you, you’ll probably still be asleep by the time I get home. I went out to grab breakfast. Forget the movie, you need to rest. Just relax. I love you. Xx.
To the moon and back,
As much as I needed the day off, Harry’s absence could be a way for me to slip out of the flat and back out to Watford to get to the set. I scrambled to throw on leggings, a beanie to cover my bedhead, and slip on sneakers before I realized what he’d done.
Harry had taken my keys, so there was no way I could drive out to Watford. He’d even thought to take my wallet, so there was no chance of taking the underground or catching a cab or the bus. I stomped my foot in protest and cussed. I threw myself down on the sofa, arms crossed. Harry was about to get an earful from me.
I must have dozed off, because when I woke up it was to Harry’s grinning face peering into mine.
“Bloody hell Harry! Don’t do that!” I said and whacked his arm, “you complete wanker! You took my keys and my wallet! I need to work!” Harry sat down the brown paper bag that smelled deliciously like fresh bagels before he flopped down beside me on the sofa.
“Babe, you need a break,” Harry said, stroking my leg before I smacked his hand away, “Lord, you’re in a bad mood today!”
“Like hell I am!” I glared at him, getting up from the sofa and attempting to stomp away. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back down beside him.
“Come here,” Harry said, putting his hands on either side of my face, “love, look at me. I know you better than you know you.” I scoffed at him.
“No you don’t! I know I’m exhausted but I’d just feel better if I could get to the set and finish the movie I’ll rest better, okay?”
“No you won’t. Please listen to me,” he pulled me on to his lap so I was straddling him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “You’re on the edge of a nervous breakdown. You need to rest. You need to stay home, just for one day. We barely have time together, so please, just stay. I need a day with you.”
I crossed my arms in response but he was softening me and he knew it.
“Like I said, I know you better than you know you. If you don’t take a second to think about yourself, you’re going to have a psychotic break!” Harry said, running his fingers up and down my back.
“I’m completely sane!”
“Babe, I can see it in your face. You need to sleep. You need to eat. You need to relax. And if you need, you should cry. I know you hate crying in front of other people but it’s just me. You know you’ll feel better if you cry,” Harry put a hand on the back of my head and started to play with my hair.
“I’m not,” my voice cracked, “I’m not going to cry. I don’t want-, I don’t want to cry! I’m not even sad! I’m just tired!” I said, the tears already starting to fall down my cheeks.
“Oh love, come here,” Harry pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m, I’m sorry I’m crying,” I choked out.
“Don’t apologize. Go on, cry. Go on. I’ll hold you until there’s no more tears to cry. I won’t leave. I won’t leave you. I’ll just hold you and you cry, I don’t care if you get tears and snot on my t-shirt. I love you. This is why you have me. I’m here to help you stand up every time you fall down. I’m here to hold you when you cry; I’m here to hold you when you’re tired. I’m here to make you feel better, to take care of you when you’re sick. I’m here to remind you that its okay to be tired, that it’s okay to cry, that its okay to want to give up.”
I sobbed into the his chest, my arms tight around his neck, while he played with my hair, rocking me back and forth, whispering ‘shhh, it’s okay love, it will all be okay.’
“I love my job but its just so exhausting, there are days I want to just up and quit. Yet, I couldn’t imagine life if I wasn’t an actor,” I whispered, hiccuping slightly.
“Don’t stay that. You love acting and you’re lucky enough to be amazing at what you do. No matter how hard it gets, you’ll always have that to fall back on,” Harry said, still rocking me back and forth. “So today, how about we sit in bed, eat the bagels I got, watch crappy TV shows and then order Chinese takeout for dinner. How does that sound?” Harry asked.
“Okay, okay,” I said, letting Harry carry me back to bed, “but Harry Styles, you complete and total wanker, if you ever take my keys and my wallet again you’re dead.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Harry chuckled, sliding into bed beside me and pulling me against his chest. “I only did it for your benefit. But I must admit, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Well you should be scared of me,” I huffed at him, trying to not laugh. Harry seeing the slight smile on my face, pulled the jumper off one shoulder so he could kiss my warm should and slowly made his way up my neck. He kissed behind my ear, then my forehead, both of my eyes, the tip of my nose and finally my lips.
“I love you,” Harry whispered against my lips.
“I love you too,” I said, rolling over so I could tuck my head in between his shoulder and his mass of brown curls.
“I vote we save the bagels for later,” he winked at me and pulled at the bottom of my jumper.
“You’re such a boy! We were having a sweet moment and you’ve ruined it!” I smacked his chest.
“That’s one of the reason you love me,” Harry said, tickling my sides until I was giggling uncontrollably. That was enough to make Harry fling the covers over our heads and pull me against him.
So much for a day off.