*******Harry’s POV

As we left the car, I was expecting Lia to say something smart, like how I didn’t have the right to boss her around, but she didn’t. She stayed quiet…which kind of took me by surprise..I kept catching her glancing over at me, trying to figure out something, but quickly discarded the thought. As we neared the airport, I knew that
I wouldn’t be seeing her again..and for some reason…I didn’t want her leaving me. Weird feeling….I mean…I’m always the one to express my emotions, but as of recently…my emotions get the best of me…and I always end up getting in some mess.

I’ve always been one to keep to myself, around my fans, and the boys occasionally, I was always very upbeat, and alive…but it’s all changed…Management’s been up my ass, and media just in general make these bizarre accusations. It gets to me…What they say…because I’m not like that.

I looked over at Lia, and she was still staring out the window. I want to say something to her…but what should I say…I kept my head on the road, as I eyed the road sign.

Holmes Chapel Park in 1 mile.

And right then it came to me, maybe we could go for a walk if she had time to spare.

“Lia…do you have time to spare?” Coming back from cloud nine, she turned, and eyed me, giving me a weird look.

“My flight leaves in 3 hours…I probably have an hour to spare.” That’s perfect.

“We’ll be making a deatour..”

“I….uh….okay.” and with that she went back to gazing out the side window.

As we neared the park, I quickly found a parking spot since it was practically midnight.

I for one had never really brought a girl here…I’ve brought previous girlfriends to parks, but not this one. I’ve been here once, with a girl, a long time ago. I had my first kiss, probably about a mile down. But after that, after the fame, every time I would come back home, I would take a walk..for hours at a time. Just thinking…When I was stressed, I always looked forward for a nice peaceful long stroll. But here……… maybe I could I don’t know…get to know her more…I mean she looks like a great shag, and I would’ve persued it but I didn’t. Which was weird since I almost always try…and if I don’t succeed, I find someone else.

Lately, every girl I’m with either is harassed, and or I get the names thrown at me.

Manwhore….Heartless…. We’ve lost count..

I don’t know if people understand that what they say does indeed affect people…and it sure as hell affects me.

As we got out of the car, she quickly followed, giving me a nervous glance here and there, unsure of what I was doing.

I kept my head straight, as I took in my surroundings.

The land was beautiful, somewhat of a prairie, the land could go on, and on. Trees, river banks, endless forms of mother nature, that gave this place it’s at peace sort of feel.

I dug my hands in my jeans, as I glanced at Lia.

“I go here when I’m stressed or upset, it helps keep me grounded..” She peered up at me, taking in what I said and her surroundings.

“It’s beautiful…” She smiled. Just like you.

“Do you miss it here…” She added.

“Yea…I come here when I’m free…It’s funny how, even though everything in my life has changed dramatically, this…here….stays the same.”

“That’s good though…if you ever get caught up in the media…you can come back into your hometown, and reminisce about when you weren’t who you are now…stay grounded..”

Exactly.

“Do you bring others here too?” Her question catching me off guard..

“Not really…Once…and it was my first kiss….Right over by that tree…Pretty steamy..” I winked, making her let out a giggle. It was cute.

Her face became more serious as she turned slightly.

“Why me?”

“It feels right…” I blurted out, not filtering my thoughts.

“I’m not that special..” She laughed, as she rubbed her forearms.

As we neared the ‘first kiss’ tree, I took off my jumper, and walked over to her.

“Wear this..You’re cold..” I was fine, I had a black shirt underneath, I could deal with the cold.

“No…it’s yours, put it back on!” She demanded, but I refused.

“Put it on.” I said bluntly. Shooting me a glance, she obeyed, and put the sweater on.

I was always a fan of oversized jumpers, or shirts…mainly because I loved the freedom, but it looked a tad bit too big on her.. Previously wearing a skirt, the jumper went way below that. It was cute, I liked the idea she was in my sweater.

“Thank you.” She mumbled.

There was a little bit of a silence, and all I could think about was how I wanted to kiss her really badly, and for some reason I felt the need was heightened, because she was leaving..

I lunged a little, needy for the kiss, as I cupped her face..catching her by surprise.

I brought my face to hers, pecking her at first, then again, and again, and again…and again. The kiss deepening with each breath…

She pulled back, giving me a nervous glance before staring at the ground.

“Hey..” I lifted her chin up.

“You okay?”

She nodded, but I knew she wasn’t. I came in for another kiss. A kiss that was long, needy, and needed.

“You’re different..” I whispered…really low. Hopefully she didn’t hear it…

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and it was a text from Louis.

“Haz, ya get there yet?” I looked at the time..Shit!

Almost two hours before her flight left.

“We’re gonna be late..” She nodded, but the walk was going to be too far. I would
run, but she’s small. Small stature..short legs..which would probably take her longer to run…for I had really long legs.

“Hop on..” I turned to her.

“What?”

“Hop on my back.”

“No I’m heavy..”

“You are not…hop on or I’ll sling you over my shoulder.”


“You..wou..” I cut her off by reaching down to grab her but she slapped my hands away.

“Fine…” She grumbled, and I lowered myself so she could climb on.

I quickly lifted her up, as I took fast paced strides. It took about 10-15 mins, and we were in the car again.

Silence filled the car a little, but she broke the silence.

“So when do you go back on tour?”

“Em…I don’t know..I have a few interviews, and other stuff like that…but next tour starts I would say like April, Mayish.” Is she concerned?

“How long will you be away for?” I asked.

She sighed, shrugging her shoulder.

“Maybe a few months…Maybe less..I don’t really know…It’s hard..they just randomly pick out dates, and expect you to just drop everything and go…”

A few months….I don’t want her gone that long.

“Oh” was all I could make out.

……

As we reached the airport, I quickly put on my shades, maybe for a little while, no one would notice me. We went to a few stores, and she bought herself snacks, magazines, and a novel to read. I noticed as she was leaving she had a journal, she kept it close to her. I had a journal too, I wrote everything down. Fans..lyrics…my day…my emotions..Everything.

In about 10 min her flight was going to be called, and I just wanted to keep her and never let her go…but that was her job, and as much as I’d like to…she has to live her life too.

FLIGHT 28 IS NOW BOARDING

FIRST CLASS ENTRANCE IS AT GATE 20. FIRST CLASS GATE 20.

She quickly looked down at her ticket, and stood up. I followed behind her as we reached a small entrance. Very few people on line, so it was easier for her, I’m guessing.

She turned back to me shifting a little before speaking up. She pulled up the hems of the jumper, but I grasped her hand, pulling it back down.

“Harry…it’s yours..” She warned.

“No..I want you to keep it…Maybe if you’re cold you can put it on….If you’re a little lonely at night…I don’t know….I want you to keep it though…” I scratched the back of neck nervously, hoping she would keep it.

“Okay…” She nodded, grabbing her purse, and bag full of items previously purchased.

“I don’t get a goodbye?” I gave her a shocked expression.

“Sorry, I just thought…since there was paparazzi..”

I pulled her in for a tight long hug, nuzzling my lips near her ear.

“Two things…One I don’t care what paparazzi think..Two promise me you’ll keep in touch…”

“I promise…Bye Harry.” She waved.

“Bye love.” I yelled. I watched her head onto the plane, looking back once more waving.

As I exited the Airport, the media attacked.

Is she you’re new bird

You gave her your sweater, how sweet.

Is this another one of your flings.


Then in came the headlines.

Harry Styles new girlfriend? Fling or For real?

I wish they would keep out of my business sometimes…

As I drove back to Niall’s I kept replaying every moment in my head…Smiling like an idiot to myself.

What is this girl doing to me..

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