We all slept the whole way back to England. Harry’s head was once again on my lap, and the pain on my side had subsided, but not completely stopped. I was hoping that the cut would heal soon, and I wouldn’t be left with a scar, but knowing my skin, a mark would remain long after the healing. That was one of the many things I wished I could change about myself, the healing process of my skin. As much as I had enjoyed the fact that I never broke out, my skin was fare, and took forever to heal. As I thought about my skin and how I would change it, the plane began to land and the seatbelt signal shone above us. This had happened before when we were flying to Canada, and I knew it would happen again on our way home. Harry was fast asleep on my lap and as much as it pained me to wake him, I was left without a choice.

“Harry”

I shook his shoulder in attempt to wake him, which failed, and moved my actions to his hair. Pushing away the loose strands of un-gelled curls I began again.

“harry get up.” I tried again, my voice now louder than the first time.

Harry’s eyes squinted open before his hand came to his face and rubbed his tired eyes.

“we’re landing hurry up and put on your seat belt.” I sternly said, causing harry to shoot up and place himself upright in his seat. His belt came together with a click, and he shot me a dimpled smile. I shook my head and looked out the window; it was dark, the sun only starting to rise. I checked the watch on Harry’s wrist and had noticed it was only 5:00am.

Harry had taken it upon himself to wake up Alyssa. Plugging her nose as she slept seemed like a good idea for him, nearly suffocating her until her body woke her up. The two bickered about his actions, and harry laughed at a very un-amused Alyssa. These actions seemed common for the two. One would make the other mad, and they would rotate the position. I felt like they had such a good bond because Alyssa was now with Louis, Harry’s best friend, and it brought them closer. I smiled at the two who continued to argue as the plane landed and turned back to the window. I loved watching as the plane landed; watching it grow closer and closer to the ground, then landing at your destination seemed appealing to me, it was somewhat fascinating for me to watch. Before I knew it we landed and after 5 minutes of waiting we were free to go. We walked out and made our way to find our bags, then waited for my dog to be brought to me. It had often bothered me thinking about how he was sitting in a cage for 8 hours straight, and I began to feel guilty. He had been on a plane many times before and it didn’t seem to affect him, but I knew it wouldn’t be nice staying in a small cage for 8 hours. After a wait that seemed like forever Champ was brought to me, and after the realization of who we were, his tail began to wag unbelievably fast. The lady let go of his leash and he immediately ran to me, jumping up and down and whining. I got down on my knee and pet him as did harry. Alyssa was standing in her onsie shivering, desperate to go home. I stood up and grabbed Champ’s leash and rolled my suitcase behind me as we made our way back to harry’s range rover.

“can I drive back?” I asked, batting my eye lashes up at harry.

“aren’t you tired?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at my hyper actions.

I shook my head, and then smiled back at him.

“if you want, just don’t crash it on the way back.” He winked, digging into his pocket and tossing the keys at me.

I double fisted the air in victory as we neared the car, and unlocked it for us all to get in. Alyssa was the first to open the trunk (boot) and toss her things in, followed by harry and I. Alyssa took a spot in the back with Champ, and harry and I were up front. I got comfortable, propping my right leg up to rest on the door as I did my seat belt. My way of driving was comfortable, and if my mother had seen the way I drive I’m sure I would be in for a lecture. I stuck the key in the ignition and the car started with a turn. I shifted the gear in reverse and pulled out of my spot, then out of the airport.

“do you really drive like that?” Harry asked as he smirked at my laid back driving techniques.

“I do really drive like this.” I nodded, keeping my eyes on the road but seeing Harry’s smile grow from the corner of my eye.

We quietly talked on the way back home; Alyssa was grumpy and tired so we had decided on not annoying her. In a little under an hour we were back at my house, and I was hoping we wouldn’t get here so quickly. Coming back here meant that harry would have to go back to his house, and after being with him for 5 straight days, the idea didn’t sit well with me. I sighed pulling the key out and handing it back to harry, then getting out and opening the back door for Alyssa and Champ. Champ jumped out, quickly running to the front door and waiting for us there.

I got my stuff out of the trunk, including my house keys and walked up the steps with harry carrying Alyssa’s things behind me. The door swung open and I dashed for a light switch. Alyssa walked behind harry and pushed through him, grabbing her bag and then patting his back.

“I’m going to sleep, good night.” She mumbled as she made her way up the staircase and into her room.

Harry and I were now left in the foyer of my home and this could only mean one thing, it was time for us to part.

“are you alright here?” Harry asked as his hand gripped my fore arm.

“why wouldn’t I be?” I smirked up at him, raising my eyebrows.

“because I’m not with you.”

A smirk still played on my face, but I was hiding the fact that those words made my heart drop into my stomach.

“I’ll be sure to call you as soon as I wake up, how does that sound?” I tried to compromise.

Harry nodded “that sounds good to me.”

Without another word harry was down to my height and on my lips. My hands found their way to his next pulling him closer to me, then pulling away as I felt him smile into the kiss. I pulled back in his grip and smiled at him before bringing my head to his chest and bringing him into a hug. We stood this way for a few minutes, then harry yawned.

“you should go back and get some sleep.” I said pinching his cheek.

“fine.” He gave in, finally.

One “last” kiss turned into multiple kisses, and then harry was out the door. And I was left alone. Champ had rested on one of the steps, I assume in attempt to wait for me to go to bed with him. I sighed as I walked into the sun room, and looked out the large window. Large drapes surrounded the edges of it, complimenting the décor of the room. The sun was now beginning to rise, and time seemed to be passing much slower than it did when harry and I were together. I took a deep breath, then walked up the stairs and up into my room. I quickly stripped off, now in my underwear and a tank top. I pulled back the thick duvet and crawled in. my bed felt foreign to my body, but soon brought me to some comfort. I lost myself in a sleep, with dreams full of a curly haired boy with deep dimples.

*

I rolled around; a headache now filling my head as the sharp sun rays flew in through my blinds. Failed attempts to block it out only woke me more. I patted the side of my bed, searching for my phone. Once finding it my fingers locked around the edges and brought it near my face. Clicking the home button and finding it was now 12:30pm, it was time for me to get up. Clattering of plates downstairs signified that someone, who I assume to be alyssa, was cooking. I slowly got out of my warm bed and dragged my feet into the bathroom. Using the facilities and washing up quickly and taking off the band aid holding my cut together. I skipped getting dressed and made my way down. My cut was now just as painful as it was yesterday, and I was in search of an advil. My tired feet took me into the kitchen. My eyes fully opened to find louis sitting at the table with alyssa, both facing my way. And here I was in nothing but a tank top and my underwear.

“well shit.” I said pushing my body up against the wall, trying desperately to conceal my almost naked body.

“I’m just going to, uh put on some, pants..” I said, showing a blushed smile.

Louis broke into laughter with alyssa at my embarrassment.

“SHHHH!” I sounded through the hall as I walked back up the stairs. As I was in my room I dug for a pair of tights and clean underwear to put on, deciding my tank top was going to stay on. Once changing I made my way down for the second time. I walked back into the kitchen, now wearing pants, thankfully, and into the cabinet to find something to ease my pain. As I didn’t find anything I turned to alyssa.

“do we have any pain killers?” I pouted.

“what for?” she counter questioned.

“my side.” I said pointing to it.

With that one action Alyssa’s whole facial expression changed, as did Louis’.

“come here for a second, let me see this cut of yours.” Louis said, gesturing for me to walk over.

I reluctantly walked towards the two, stopping right in between them. I pulled up my shirt a fair bit to show the length of my cut. Louis began to shake his head.

“and harry didn’t bring a body gu-“

“Louis don’t start with this right now.” I said yanking my shirt back down.

“all I’m saying was he was stupid for now bringing someone.”

“I know.” I admitted. “but it’s not his fault, we never went out with one before.”

Alyssa got up and made her way towards the cabinets and reached to the top, grabbing me a pill for my pain. She came back to louis and I with a glass of water and a large liquid gel pill.

“don’t be stupid, Amy.” Alyssa spoke as I swallowed the pill, along with the glass of water.

I shot her a confused look, and she continued her rant, Louis backed her up 100% as she was yelling at me.

“how could you sit there and say ‘oh yeah we never go out with a body guard. Although my boyfriend is in a huge boy band and they are going on a world tour in 3 weeks, but it’s okay right? No one ever does anything to us, even though I got STABBED yesterday before my flight home but it’s all good because we NEVER go with a body guard. Ever.’”

As if almost on queue the doorbell rang and my dog’s barks filled the large foyer.

Alyssa went to get the door, and I took a seat next to louis and crossed my arms, allowing my head to rest on them. Why was this a big deal? Louis placed his hand on my back, rubbing circles as he tried to calm me down. Pain was shooting through my side, and tears began to grow in my eyes.

“it’s alright, Amy.” Louis said to me, in a calming voice.

I was blinking hard under the space between my chest and my crossed arms, so louis couldn’t see.

“I’m going to my room, my side hurts.” I said.

I got up without making eye contact and quickly walked out of the kitchen. The front door was open and alyssa was somewhere outside, i was still unaware of who was at the door. I didn’t really care to be quite honest. The pain was now stronger, and with every move became more and more intense. I got into my room and carefully got into bed, pulling the sheets up to me as I curled up into a ball and tightly fisted the sheets to my aching body. Tears escaped from the stress and the pain of this cut. I made a promise that if it wasn’t better by tonight; I was going to the doctor.

I was laid in my bed for a couple of minutes, before I heard the front door close. Footsteps softly came up the stairs, and became even lighter as they neared my room. The door was pushed open but I kept my eyes closed.

“fuck off.” I coldly said.

The footsteps came towards my side of the bed and pulled the sheets back slightly before I frantically pulled them back up and went under them, once again, pain was running through my side. I let out a whimper.

“WHAT PART OF GO AWAY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND ALYSSA?” I raised my voice.

“whoa there.” A raspy english accent filled my ears.

The sheets were instantly pulled off me and I was feeling as guilty as I did a few days ago.

“I am so sorry, Harry.” I said hugging him from my bed.

His laughter filled my ears and made me forget about the pain I was in.

“how are you feeling, babe?” he asked pulling away.

“really sore.” I said falling back onto my duvet.

“should I cancel things tonight then?”

Things? What things?

“uhh?” I sounded.

“my mum invited us over for dinner, I was hoping you’d agree to come. She’s been wanting to meet you.” He smiled at me.

As much as the pain was affecting my mood, I wouldn’t want to let his mother down like that. And so I was going to go, so I could keep the dimpled smile plastered on his face.

“of course I’ll go.”