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Chapter Five

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It's around midnight and I'm so uncomfortable on these airport benches. They're cold too. Though, they'll have to do. I can see the sky through the big windows. It looks like it's a quiet night. The sky has turned a dark shade of blue with some stars lightening it up.

I look over at Harry who is on the bench opposite from me. The damn benches are too small to lie on together, so we have to spend the night separated. I turn to lie on my side and Harry does so as well once he notices. We're facing each other now.

I smile at him and he chuckles while shaking his head. I know for sure he's referring to our previous incident. It's wasn't our best idea to have sex at an airport. I feel my cheeks heat up and I shake my head back at him.

"I want to lie next to you," I say. My voice sounds smaller than I expected it to be.

"Me too, babe. We'll sleep together tomorrow okay?" I can hear Harry is very tired as well by the way he speaks. It's been a tough day, you know? I don't blame him. We left everything behind today... Our home, families and friends. We've traveled all the way to Portugal. Plus, I lost my suitcase and we were caught making out. Half naked, may I add.

I mumble something in response that I don't even understand myself and pull out my phone from my pocket. I look at the screen as it lights up.

I frown. 

26 missed calls from: Mom
13 texts from: Mom

"What's wrong, Lou?" Harry asks.

"I-I've got twenty-six missed calls from my m-mom" I stutter and try to keep me from crying.

I don't want Harry to see me upset. I don't want him to think I regret moving away with him. Because I don't. It's just a bit hard on me... I don't want the curly lad to feel even more guilty than he already does.

"Babe..." Harry starts, but I know he doesn't really know what else to say. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I watch him move from the bench and crawl over to me. He looks so tired... Harry gets on his knees and sits next to me on the floor. His eyes steady on mine as he caresses his hand through my hair.

"Don't be," I whisper as I sit up. Harry pulls back his hands. "It's fine, love. Honestly" I try to fake a smile.

I know Harry sees through it. He doesn't buy it. Though, he drops it. He doesn't ask further. I think in these years that he's got to know me, he's learned that when I fake a smile, I'm not in for talking.

"Would you like to call her back?" Harry asks as he places his hand on my cheek. I look down at him and focus on the green in his eyes.

I shake my head, but honestly, I'm not sure. 

"I don't know," I say rather powerless. "I don't know how to explain it to her. I just-" I have nothing to say.

"Lou..." Harry starts. "Listen, I want to be here for you and help you. I want to give you good advice and fix your problems. I want to take all your bad feelings away. I want you to be beautifully happy, but at this point.., I just don't know how to do that. I feel as if this is all my fault. Well, actually it is my fault.. But I-"

"Harry," I cut in. "You didn't ask me to move with you. I made that choice myself. You're not the one who made me leave. I did that myself" I take Harry's hand in mine and start to fumble with his fingertips. "Harry, you can not think this is your fault because it isn't. And I'm happy with you here"

"No!" Harry almost shouts. "Don't you dare say I didn't make you leave" his breathing starts to get heavier.

"Believe me when I say this isn't your fault" I tell him. My voice is calm and I hope it helps Harry to calm down a bit as well. "I'm all good as long as I'm with you," I pull him in for a hug.

"This is ridiculous! I'm not the one who needs to be comforted" Harry mumbles against my neck. "You must be falling apart! Your heart must be broken," 

"You keep it together, love" I whisper and caress my hands through his hair.

We stay in this position for a while. I enjoy hugging Harry. It gives me time to inhale his familiar and safe scent. Even when I'm not with him at all, I can still smell him.

The moon is shining trough the big airport windows. The lights at the airport are still on, but a little dimmed. It makes the moon look even brighter. I rest my head on Harry's shoulder. Harry's back is turned to the window, he can't see the beautiful moon.

"Harry?" I whisper, my eyes closed now.

"Yeah?" his raspy voice replies.

"Promise me you'll help me get through this," 

Harry stays silent. I start to regret what I just said.

"I really want to do this with you, Harry. I will never regret leaving England with you, but it's just a bit hard for me. So you have to promise me you will help my get through it," my grip on him tightens and I snuggle my head deeper into his neck.

"Louis," Harry whispers. "Of course I will" he separates from our embrace. I look at him and see tears in his beautiful green eyes. Harry kisses my cheek and lingers on there a little longer. "I know this is hard on you. It's killing you and I get it. And I will always be here, Lou. Always" 

I can feel his lips move on my cheek as he speaks. A tear rolls down my cheek. Harry leans in and gently wipes it away with his thumb. He takes my face in between his big, masculine hands. I look up at him and see him blink away his own tears. 

"We're going to be just fine, Lou. I promise," Harry leans in and presses his lips onto mine.

I smile once we separate, but then I sigh. I feel my chest tremble a little from all the mixed emotions. "I'll just text her to tell her I'm okay," I decide.

"Alright, babe. If your hearts says so, you should listen to it" Harry pecks my lips again. He stands up after and he's about to walk back to the other bench. But I reach out and grab his wrist.

"I love you," I say once he looks at me and squeeze his hand.

Harry smiles, showing his adorable dimples. "I love you too, baby" 

I let go of his hand and lie down again. I turn on my phone and take a deep breath. Then I start to text.

To: Mom
From: Louis

Dear mom, I just want to let you know I'm okay. I love you and I'm sorry. I'll explain myself when I'm able to.
Big kiss, also for the girls!
Louis x

I sigh before I click the 'send' button. I kiss my phone quickly and bury it in my pocket. I feel the device burn against my leg.

Harry's POV

I secretly watch Louis while he's trying to find a comfortable way to lie on these fucking benches. I smile to myself at his cuteness. 

I turn to lie on my back after and pull out my phone. I'm a bit curious to see if my parents called. I turn on the device, but my heart drops a little. There are no missed calls or texts from my mom. I already expected there to be none, though.

But I do have a text from Gemma.

To: Harry
From: Gemma

Hey doughnut, did ya arrive safely yet? I miss you already! Take care lil' brother xxxx

Apart from my sister, no one misses me. I don't have a mom who's worried sick about where I run off to. Honestly, I think she's happy to see my bed is empty now.

I shake my head to get the thoughts out. I start to text Gemma back.

To: Gemma
From: Harry

Hi sis, I'm at the airport. We have to sleep here, I'll explain later. Miss you too. Have you heard anything from mom? xxx

I stare at the ugly ceiling until my phone buzzes again.

To: Harry
From: Gemma

Sleep at the airport? What have you done? Lol xD And no, m sorry... Haven't heard her talking 'bout ya yet xxx

While reading the text I feel some tears well up. I decide not to text her back. I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to sleep. I want to forget this entire thing. Maybe everything will be better tomorrow.

"Hazz?" 

"Hm?"

"I'm so uncomfortable. These benches hurt my back," Louis says, sounding like an eight-year-old.

"I know, Boo" I reply tiredly. "Me too," I look at him and smile. "Just try to fall asleep. Tomorrow will be better"

"I know," he smiles back and turns to lie on his back. "Goodnight, curly-head" Louis says teasingly, looking at the ceiling and then closing his eyes with a grin on his face.

I chuckle and bite my lip in the progress. "Goodnight, cuddle cakes"

I hear Louis giggle and I smile to myself, also turning to lie on my back again.

"Goodnight, hot-lips"

I make an approving sound as try to stop myself from smiling. "Sleep tight, Mr. Perfect"

"Oeh," Louis says. I turn my head to look at him a little. I see he's trying to hide his smile. He pulls his jacket up to cover his face. The jacket is supposed to replace a blanket. "Sleep tight, my prince"

"I'm your prince?" I ask. I can't get the surprised smile off of my face. "Well, thanks, sugar-puff"

"No problem, hot chocolate"

I chuckle loudly. "But for real now, goodnight, big bum" I make a popping sound.

"Oh my god, Harry!" Louis whisper-shouts. "Dream well, walnut"

"You too, blue-eyes"

It's silent for a little while. I'm not sure if Louis has drifted off to sleep yet. Then out of nowhere Louis groans.

"I love you, boy-toy" I snap my head to the side to look at him. He buries his face even further in his jacket. He's definitely blushing.

"Really?" I ask sarcastically. "Boy-toy? That's a bad one!" I laugh. "But I love you, too"

You know what the worst thing about this is? We do this every single night. Sometimes, it takes two hours for us to finally fall asleep. But I love it.

"I like boy-toy, though" I say when Louis doesn't answer. "Cos you're my Tarzan"

"Tarzan?" A loud laugh echoes around the airport. "THAT is a bad one!"

We both laugh for a while. But then I feel really tired again. When it gets quiet, I decide it's a good time to really go to sleep now.

"See ya tomorrow, Lou-Lou-Boo" I say while making a kissing noise.

"Till tomorrow, sweetum" Louis makes a kissing noise as well and giggles.

"Night, handsome" I want to say, but the words leave my lips in a whisper. Louis doesn't reply. He must have fallen asleep. And I will soon, too.

A/N: Whoahh, hope you liked that! Are my chapters too short? Too long? Let me know, please! I'd love to know!! And if you have any ideas, let me know as well! xxxxxx