H a r r y

Planes aren't that bad are they? I mean I've spent a lot of time using them to travel over the world, and I've convinced myself that I genuinely hate them - but in reality I don't hate them, they're actually pretty great. I think I just hate being on them because it's normally me being mind numbingly bored for nine hours. We've been flying for eleven hours and I shouldn't really be complaining; in the last six months of this tour me and the lads have travelled all over America, Canada, Asia and Europe. We get two weeks off for Christmas and then twenty nine days of touring the UK and Ireland. Although I don't mind that last month too much considering I'll always be close to home. Close to Emma.

I haven't seen her in six months. Six long and gruelling months away from each other. The lads have each had visits from their girlfriends, partners, family members and some friends too. I've had one old pal from Holmes Chapel, my mum, Gemma, and my dad. That's it. If Emma wasn't as busy she would have been here every single day alongside me. It's hard knowing how desperate we both are to see each other, however the timing has never been right; either she's been too busy or I have.

Although it all boils down to this point, right now. In one hour she will be in my arms with a smile on her face brighter than the sun. I'll be able to touch her, smell her, hear her actual voice and not just the one I've heard almost every day on the phone. She'll be right there in front of me and I can't wait until she is.

The lads have done nothing but tease me all morning, calling me 'whipped' and other names which I'm choosing not to repeat - the ruder ones came from Louis. Everyone except Zayn, I think that's because he understands my situation a bit more that the other lads; with Perrie on tour as well it's a little difficult to lapse all the tour dates so they're in nearby areas. So it's fairly understandable to him.

Though no matter what they say I've been keeping myself pumped up for when I get off the plane; considering all the lads have their girlfriends with them except for Zayn and I, we are the only ones who have someone there at the airport in London waiting for us. That's what's keeping me going. Knowing that right now, Emma is probably sat at home with Perrie doing her hair or makeup or something, and getting herself ready for when she comes to welcome me home.

I'm bubbling to go home, time seems to be going slower and slower since we've gotten on this plane. It's like the pilot is driving extra slow because of it. I check my phone every now and then, just in hope that it will magically jump ahead about forty-five minutes and I won't have to wait as long.

My mind reels at things to distract myself, anything will do. I just need to get through this next hour and I'll be fine, I'll be home. Deep breaths Harry. I glance around the first class cabin to see what everyone else is up to, Zayn is fast asleep and has been for the last five hours - how can he sleep, is he not excited? Louis and Eleanor are sat watching a film, I think it's an action one. Danielle joined us not long ago on the tour, about a month ago, her and Liam are just sat talking.

My smile erupts as I glance at Niall and Hayles, they're sat close to me having a thumb war. I wonder what Emma and I would be doing if she were here. My mind wanders to the endless possibilities before I can stop myself - we've been away from each other for six months and my mind is reeling. There's only one thing I want to do when I see her and that's just have her, all to myself. No sharing - just me, Emma and our bed.

"What you thinking about?" Hayley asks me, her and Niall having a break from their thumb war due to Niall needing the toilet I presume. Quickly I think of something off the top of my head knowing that she won't appreciate my actual thoughts.

"I was thinking about-"

"Emma." Liam interrupts my speech knowing exactly what, or who, I am thinking about.

"He was imagining shagging her." Louis adds bluntly without shame and earns a light scolding nudge from Eleanor.

"No I wasn't." Lies.

Their expressions change to a 'do you really think we're stupid' look. Of course they know what I'm thinking, they've been with me almost every day for six years. They know me inside out. "He bites his lip when he thinks about Emma." Louis informs Hayley, do I really?

"Yeah and he rests his clasped hands on his crotch when he's thinking about sex." No I don't.

"No I don't, I always have my clasp my hands on my crotch. That's just how I sit." I attempt to argue.

Liam shakes his head and raises his eyebrows, pointing his finger at me, "no you rest your forearms on your thighs when you sit normally." He explains and I have to take a moment to think about it. Do I really do that?

"Anyway, enough. I don't want to hear about how much sex you want with Emma." The cabin turns silent as everyone returns to what they were doing earlier, however Hayley comes to sit beside me. "Are you excited?" She asks me calmly and I can't help but smirk.

My green eyes meet her brown ones and she sympathises, "More than you know Hayles."

"Well only thirty-eight minutes until we land at Heathrow. Not long now." I take a deep breath. Hearing someone else say it and knowing how close we are makes me all the more nervous. Everything becomes a bit more real when you say it like that, because Hayley's right, there isn't long left at all. "You'll be fine Harry."

Her hand rests comfortingly on my shoulder and I send her a grateful smile, taking another deep breath shortly after. Hayley returns to her seat after hearing the pilot announcing everyone place their seat belts back on as we prepare for arrival. I sit in the centre aisle on my own and plug my earphones in, closing my eyes and resting my head to the side as I patiently wait the next thirty-five minutes until we land.

Time seems to pass slower than before as I sit and patiently wait for us to land, things have definitely moved on since before though because my ears have popped due to the planes altitude. Also the light feeling you get at the pit of your stomach has also started to rumble within me, mainly meaning that we're circling lower and lower to the ground.

I glance past Niall and Hayles to look out the window, watching as London becomes larger and larger beneath us. I can already see the vastness that is Heathrow Airport, knowing that my wife is awaiting my safe return just below my feet. I take another deep breath as I have been doing to the last ten minutes, my nerves now getting the better of me and that feeling of nausea starting to overcome my body; my palms begin to sweat as well as my forehead, why am I so nervous? What am I afraid of?

The plane shakes and the runway appears beneath the wheels of the plane, a mile long strip of Tarmac for us to cover before we finally begin to slow down. The pilot turns the incredibly vast vehicle to it's correct terminal, he accurately raises the plane up the ramps and parks at the apron.

We're here.

We're actually home in London, we have two weeks off and an immense amount of time to relax. So why am I still so nervous? It all comes down to Emma, she's the reason for my nerves and I know it; I know she has said she misses me but right now I feel like I'm the only one feeling this - will she even come to the airport or not? All of these nagging questions are worrying me and I can't stop them, they're constant. I'm consciously torturing myself.

Everyone stands around me and stretches, surprising me a little bit, are we already allowed to move? We must be, the girls are getting their purses and handbags from the overhead storage compartments, I wait until everyone is ahead of me before following them out of the narrow cabin and through the gate into the terminal. We walk briskly with heavy security to baggage claim to collect our things - the airport must have been informed that they needed extra staff today due to our arrival.

Even from baggage claim I can hear the fans screaming, knowing that we're here in the same building somewhere. As is your wife, my subconscious adds nonchalantly as if I'm not panicking about her reaction to seeing me whatsoever. Paul speaks to a few of the airports security members and gives them our details, making it easier and quicker for us to collect our luggage and pass through airport security.

The fans screams become louder and louder, a crescendo of squeals and shrieks as the lads come into view, me following lastly behind. Zayn pulls his luggage straight ahead and in the direction of Perrie who stands on her own patiently waiting for his arrival. Eleanor, Louis, Liam, Danielle, Niall and Hayles make their way past the couple and head towards the main terminal doors, waving and saying hello to welcoming fans that wait behind luminescent orange barriers.

My feet stick to the ground, I'm completely unable to move; my desperate eyes scan the terminal once, then twice, then a third time for good measure. The pores on my face begin to sweat again and my hands become clammy around the handle of my suitcase. She isn't here.

What is this feeling within my chest? Almost like my heart has sunk entirely and I'm dragging it disappointedly across the stone cold airport floor. I can't believe she isn't here, she should be stood next to Perrie with that effortless smile that only she has and that coy smile when she looks down to the floor in embarrassment and then back up to me. Emma should be here to bite her lip in excitement, to spend this moment with me.

I avert my eyes painfully to the floor as I find the courage within myself to walk forward; I was convinced she would come for me, that she would be here - I mean yes I had doubts but I always thought she was going to be here, she told me so herself. I carry my now heavy body to stand beside Zayn and Perrie, my distraught green eyes lifting solemnly without hope. My smile is brave and small as I wave somewhat lifelessly at the fans, trying to conceal my emotions - though I can tell they know me better than that. I wave to the semicircle of screaming boys and girls before landing on someone that I know oh so well...

Emma.

And there she is, my beautiful wife. The one I haven't seen for months, the one I broke but still managed to put all the pieces back together and she's stood there smirking at my complete and utter shock. She sends me a cheeky wink and I can't help but grin, shaking my head slightly and biting my bottom lip.

I leave my luggage behind with Zayn and Perrie, long forgotten. My nerves disperse and my fright condenses into pure happiness. I feel nothing but love and happiness as she stands there perfectly, waiting for me as I'd hoped she would be. Her eyes flitting to the floor then back at me like I'd imagined and her teeth biting down lightly on her bottom lip as she smiles. My long legs carry me briskly halfway over to her as she sprints towards me, engulfing my body in a monumental embrace.

Her long hair still a chocolate brown, and naturally curly as I remember it from months ago, her smile the widest I've ever seen and her eyes sparkling brighter that stars in the night sky. She is perfect in every single way; Emma's fruity perfume fills my senses as her slim arms wrap around my neck whilst mine wrap around her waist and back, her breathing staggered after the light sprint she just did.

"I thought you weren't coming." I murmured into her neck desperately, savouring the moment.

"Harry, I've missed you so much. I haven't slept for the last two days because I was so nervous, and then when I saw you walk out it was like the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. You are everything to me, of course I was going to come." Emma explains to me deeply, those eyes shimmering perfectly like they used to. I cling on to her every word.

She pulls back from me only slightly, our bodies still embracing but our foreheads now touching instead, "I love you." I mumble so only she can hear.

"I love you Harry." She smirks that mischievous smirk that I know oh so well, "now let's get home, we have some catching up to do."

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