Cara

"I don't think we'll have enough time to walk around bug." she says. I look up as I finish signing off the check and see her set her phone down on the table.

"Aw, really?" she nods and it hits me that we have to go our separate ways, me to prep and her to the airport. The waitress appears then, taking the check from the table and saying a goodbye.

We spent much more time here than we intended to, but it didn't feel that way at all. I suppose that is what happens when you get lost in conversation.

"Do you... want me to ring you up a car?"

"I already ordered one," she assures me. "When you went to the restroom."

"Oh." she smiles softly.

"Do you want to walk me outside?" she suggests. I nod and move to stand, sticking my hands in my bombers pockets when I suddenly become aware of the jewel taking space in my pocket.

"Hold on," I almost forgot I snook it into my pocket before leaving the room. "I got you something."

I slide over to sit next to her on this circular booth and reach into my pocket again, feeling the cool medal on my finger tips.

"You what?"

"I got you something." I repeat. Taking the necklace out, I hold it in the palm of my hand for her to see.

When seeing it yesterday, I didn't give much thought into the fact that she might not like it. I only knew that the jewel reminded me of her, and that I had to get it for her, despite our current state. Now, I kinda've regret not considering her taste in this. Nervously, I turn my gaze to face her. But to my surprise, I see her wear the best look of surprise I have yet to witness.

"Cara, oh my god-- it's beautiful." she gushes, reaching out to touch it. "When did you-- where did you--?"

"Yesterday. Jourdan and I were shopping and I saw it in one of the stores we went into." I babble. "It reminded me of you." I add. She turns to me, giving me a touched pout. I smile in return.

"Baby, thank you. I love it. Thank you." she continues to gush, and I smile brightly.

"Here, want me to put it on?" she nods and turns so that her back is facing me, grabbing her hair and putting it aside. I hold each end of the necklace and bring it over her head before joining them at the back of her neck.

Lizzy turns to me, a smile so sweet and eyes filled with such bliss that I feel something inside me burst.

"I love you," she coos, her eyes pouring into mine.

"Because I buy you jewelry?" I tease.

"Exactly." she laughs, shoving me playfully.

"I guess you're going to have to sing about sugar mommas now instead of sugar daddies." she bursts into laughter, shoving me again.

"Oh my god." she states. I laugh along with her this time.

"Unless of course, you still want to call me daddy, if that's the case--"

"--shut up." she interrupts me mid sentence. She smiles knowingly as I chuckle stupidly at my foolish jokes.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" she smiles, and I laugh.

"Perhaps. However, I am your idiot." she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Let's go, before that changes." I pretend to be wounded by her empty threat, and follow her as she leaves the booth.

She waits for me as I stand, offering me her arm once I do. We begin walking out of the secluded part of the restaurant and over to the windowed area, where we can already spot all of the paparazzi snapping away. The flashes become blinding as we exit the restaurant, and I find Lizzy's grip become tighter on me. I give her a reassuring squeeze and take it upon myself to lead us to her vehicle.

She leans in as we reach the backseat passenger door and I try my best to hear her.

"I'll call you when I land." Lizzy whispers, just loud enough for me to hear. She pulls me in for a hug after and I squeeze back tightly. Already missing her.

"Bye babe." A part of me thought we'd get a better goodbye, but I knew that wouldn't be the case.

She enters her vehicle and I begin walking away to enter the one we came here with. The driver takes off the second I put on my seat belt  and I find myself too sadden by the fact that Lizzy is no longer with me to even pick up my phone. Instead, I look out the window the majority of the drive, but finally speak up before the driver can miss his chance.

"Can you stop by the hotel please?"

"I'm sorry miss, I was under the impression I'd be taking you to fashion week?" A tad pang of guilt hits me.

"Yes, but I need to stop by the hotel." I say. He only nods this time, taking a turn shortly afterwards to go to the hotel. I check my phone then and see I still have plenty of time.

Multiple turns later, the driver pulls up in front of the hotel. The few paparazzi gathered must recognize the vehicle but then, because that is when the flashes begin to go off.

"Would you like me to wait here, miss?" the driver asks before I exit.

"Oh, no, no. I'll have the front desk ring you up. I'll be a while." he nods again, and I exit the vehicle. The paparazzi bombard me with questions as a walk, Lana being mentioned quite a few times. I ignore them all and go straight for the front entrance, the noises of the hotel all echoing through my mind as I make my way through the lobby and into the elevator.

I tap my foot and keep my arms crossed, my anxiety growing the closer the elevator itches towards the floor my room is located on, knowing what this might all mean and how it may come off. But emotions are a tricky thing, everybody can agree to that. They must. Emotions make us do things, some of which, we may not be proud of.

The familiar ding noise is heard, and the metal doors slid open. I make my way towards my room in a even paced walk and take the key out in preparation. Taking one last look around the empty hotel hallway, I slid the key into the security lock and open the door with out a problem. I see minimal light come from where the bed is located when I enter and and walk through the small hallway leading into the otherwise open room.

The first thing I notice are his old leather boots, comfortably on his feet. His body is sprawled out on the bed and his button up shirt has more buttons undone that buttoned, allowing me to see his inked chest.

"You took long enough, love." he speaks up first. I take a few steps closer and watch him sit up from the end of the bed, his green eyes twinkling. "Always one to keep me waiting, aren't you?"

Harry stands up then, towering over me once he stands directly in front of me. He brings his cool hand to my face and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before bringing it down to tilt my chin upwards to face him, his cool fingertips burning into me.

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An: Weeeeeeeell this took longer to publish than I intended. 10 votes 15 comments for next update babies!! Xx.

ps. don't hate me bc of this lmaoo

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touch it -ariana grande
flightless bird, american mouth -iron & wine
love in the dark -adele
drop in the ocean -ron pope
moonlight -ariana grande