Alysia lay in her cocoon like silk and tried to stifle the sob that had been bubbling up since pigeon pose. The sobs that had been bubbling up for the last week.

Harry had left almost four weeks ago for some work on Dunkirk, and at first it had been fine. He'd fixed it with Maureen so that she was basically living with him for the week before his departure. For that week they were in each other's pockets. They showered together, ate together, worked out together, slept together, didn't sleep together. She only left his house to teach her training sessions.

The night before he left found them on the roof by the putting green. What had started as serious business turned into a game when Alysia noticed that Harry was miffed that she was better than him at his own sport. He was also really miffed at himself for being miffed. 

So, she turned it into it on it head, and before either of them know how they got there they were playing strip golf. Her distraction worked. Alysia was soon a giggling mess, stripped down to her skivvies watching her man in just his see through white t shirt. He was being a complete fool, but he was all hers. This week he had made sure she knew it. Harry had cleared his schedule, and her late night habit of stalking the fan blogs to see the horrible things said about her had subsided. She was currently laughing at him, as he purposely bent over to pick up his ball so she couldn't miss the view of his balls.

"I thought this was supposed to be a sexy game! Baby, your dangling bits are not sexy," Alysia laughed, poking her putter into his backside.

"Whatever do you mean? I've been told that I'm sexy without even trying," he said cocking his hips from side to side like a limp naked noodle.

"I've got to tell you that you have looked better."

"Are you sure, this and a sock was my plan for stage next year," Harry teased back.

Alysia walked around him, to line up her putt, and arched her back hard, "I think you have been talking to Anthony Keidis too much!"

When she missed her putt, Harry cheered, "Now its about to get sexy, lose an article of clothing Sunshine!"

Frankly, as fun as the last half hour of giddiness had been, Alysia was more than ready for it to get sexy. The hours were whiling away, his flight left at 7 am, and she wanted to spend more naked time with him off the green. So, rather than her bra, Alysia slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and bent over a little more than was necessary to slide them down. When she toed them off, she looked over her shoulder to find him much closer than she expected. He pressed himself to her backside and she realized that he had shed his shirt and that nothing was dangling anymore.

"Trying to tease me, Alysia?" He asked as he caught her chin.
"No, just wanted you to want me," she breathed.
"Love, that is never a problem," and he ground his swelling sex against her.
"Show me?"
His hand left her chin at that and she felt him run a teasing touch from her upper body down, barely lingering anywhere she needed him.
"I think you are teasing me," she gasped as Harry tweaked her nipple.
"That may be..."he chuckled, "Alysia..." he said softly.
"No, not yet. Give me something to remember you by before you say good bye, Harry. Don't be gentle yet." Her voice broke as she spoke.
"Ok, shhh, it's alright," he spoke softly as he lifted her up and slid abruptly inside of her. Her back arched and she cried out at the sudden invasion.
"Like that, baby?" He spoke lowly into her ear, hitting up with force against her ass, loving the light clap it made.
"Yes, yes, yes..Harry, need you," she mewled, "mark me up, wanna feel you for days, know who I belong to."
Harry gripped her inner right leg and hoisted it up onto the lawn chair sliding his thigh up behind her to stroke in at an angle. He kissed the side of her neck adding suction to the cord of muscle she loved to have attended to and leaving a purple mark. When he was satisfied with his memento, he put his hand to the back of her neck and bent her at the waist, holding her away from him and increasing the power of his thrusts. 
"Alysia, baby, I'm gonna come if I keep this up," he warned but did not slow.
"Please, on me, on my ass," she begged.
"Holy fuck," Harry groaned out his climax, pulling from her as the strong spurts started and painting the white strands across the swell of her backside and lower back. "Sunshine, you didn't come. That's never happened," he lamented before getting to his knees behind her and applying his mouth to her sex where he saw and tasted the evidence of his own pleasure.
"Harry!" Alysia yelped and concentrated on his tongue against her clit, riding it until she shook.
After he'd worked her through the after shocks, he stood and gave her taut backside a firm spank. Fascinated by the pink of his palm and long fingers on her skin.
"Let's shower, you're covered in me." He said as he guided her back down the stairs on her wobbly legs.

Once they were under the sprays of his wide glass enclosed shower, he washed her down, smoothing his soapy hands over her curves and memorizing the feel of her. Harry knew, could feel, that she was struggling more than she let on, and he was already missing her. He didn't want this night to end.
When they moved to the bed after he toweled them off, they made plans.
"What if we speak every morning when the last person gets up and before the first person goes to bed?" Harry proposed.
"Ok, when you say speak, do you mean call, text, FaceTime? I don't think I can go a month without the dimples," sticking the tip of her pinky into the deep impressions on his face.
"That we may have to check in about, I won't always be able to FaceTime, but I'd like to actually speak to you as often as possible," he finished by pressing his lips to the shell of her, "if I can't see your face, I'd at least like to hear you ramble on about something."
"Not ok, Mr. Be nice to nice," she shoved his chest and he pulled her into a bear hug and nuzzled his face into her neck, biting over the mark he'd left.
"You didn't want nice earlier, love," his low tone and teeth made her quiver. "Can I be good to you now?"
"You can do anything to me," she pledged, locking eyes with him, before kissing him fully on the mouth. Slowly, the way she knew he liked, nipping his full bottom lip and licking into his mouth.
They kissed deeply for ages while their hands made maps of each other, before Harry opened her thighs gently to peer into her center.
"I love the color of you, the flush of pink and deep red, here" he said as he pushed two fingers into her to rub his spot. "I love to watch you slick up, when you swell," and he pulled his fingers out to lick her from them before applying his tongue to her bundle of nerves. His fingers dipped back in and stroked her while applying the seal and caress of his mouth that made her crazy. When she was moaning and digging her heels into the mattress and repeating his name like a refrain, he added stronger strikes inside her while he sucked her stronger, pulling off just in time to watch her pulse out her pleasure.
"Uhh....holy shit," she whispered and felt more than saw him move above her through her hazy vision.
"Look at me," Harry said, and pushed in before she had come down. When her eyes stopped fluttering enough to maintain eye contact, he began to stroke in and out of her from root to tip. The pace was perfect, and when they both began to tremble he kissed her once more before looking at her, "I love you Alysia," he vowed.
"And I love you, every part of you," she spoke against his lips before her head tipped back and her body rolled from sacrum to crown.
"That's it, baby," Harry praised as he watched her before groaning out her name when he shuddered to a finish.
He ran his hand up her chin once they lay upon their sides and kissed her tears away before she connected their hands. They fell asleep gripping onto each other until his alarm sounded some short hours later.
Alysia rode with him to the airport and held his hand until the moment he walked up the stairs onto the private plane. She'd stopped bothering to suppress the tears.
When she got back into the town car, she had a text from Harry, "I've never done this before, and now I know why. But, you're worth it, Sunshine."

It was enough at first, but all of the horrible things she read and heard and began to believe became impossible to ignore as time passed. The first week, he was stateside and they were nearly on the same schedule. They talked frequently and she went about the business of having a life, family, burgeoning business. Week two was more difficult, their schedules weren't syncing and they only spoke 3 times.
That same week, stories came out about Harry and Kendall Jenner. She ignored them as best she could, but pictures of an embrace at a London nightspot made her stomach curl. The internet was obsessed with Harry and the model, and many fan girls were pointing out how much more suitable she was for him.  She didn't bring it up.
He was in Asia after that, and they basically were just texting I love yous at this point.
The distance was killing Alysia. All of the vitriol from the internet was killing her. Candle fucking Jenner was killing her.
It got worse, when the press junket interviews started coming out , she was livid. Alysia knew Harry was charming, a bit of a flirt, but this was on a other level. Half of the female interviewers looked ready to climb into his lap, and she wasn't sure he'd object.
The last one was the worst, some blue-eyed Australian, who he'd clearly met before, got her smile! Soft eyes, broad grin, sparking green eyes, and quarter sized dimples. The trolls were having a field day, sure she was yesterday's garbage, and maybe she was. She hadn't spoken to her supposed boyfriend in days.

So she lay in her yoga class fighting tears, unsure what she was doing. When they were together, he made her so happy, but she'd never been lower than she felt now.  And Harry would be gone a lot.

Alysia knew she would have to talk to him about it when he got home in 4 days. She knew he had plans to tour, and they needed to figure this out before he left for months on end, or she'd never make it.

As she slid into her Prius her phone played stellar and she nearly dropped it in her excitement.
"Harry," she was embarrassed of how high her voice went.
"Lo, sunshine. Good to hear your voice. You sound happy."
She hadn't been, but they rarely talked and she didn't want to ruin it. "Happy to hear from you. How is it? Harder than with the band?"
"No, but still the longest days of answering the same questions," Harry said, " How about you? How are your sessions? Maureen ok? The kids have conferences soon, right."
How the hell did he remember that Alysia wondered smiling, "Yeah, Rhiannon has been frustrated with math and Caden is having behavior stuff. I think Maureen is trying to not think about it until she sees a teacher. My sessions are good. I had two referrals this week. My group session is getting to big for the garage too."
"That's great news love, Fionn, my co star, was wondering if you'd help him bulk up a little for an audition when we get back."
"Sure, he sounds lovely. When are you back?" She asked excitedly, thinking about how it was days not weeks now.
"I actually needed to speak to you about that. I had intended to be back with you by weekend, but my mum needs an unplanned surgery. I think I should go home?" Harry ended it like a question.
But it wasn't, of course he should go home.
"No, I think you have to," Alysia  confirmed, holding back tears as hard as she could. For the first time she was thankful they weren't on video chat. She'd give up the view of his grassy green eyes so he wouldn't see her like this. She swallowed the frog in her throat, "I'm sure you mom is scared and needs you. Is Gemma already there?" She heard him exhale hard.
"Alysia, are you crying?"
And then she couldn't hold it anymore, all the tears she had been suppressing overflowed and she was ugly crying.

"Love, Sunshine....I know this is hard. I miss you so much too. It'll just be a couple extra days," he attempted to comfort her.

"I know, I just that that we barely get to talk, and I haven't seen your face except for in a picture in a week. This is just way harder than I thought and all I can think about is how short this is compared to a tour. I'm sure we need to talk about that to, and I feel like a bitch because I'm sad that you have to go home for a family emergency and all I can do is cry because you can't be with me. Everyone is right, I don't deserve you," she ended on a hard sob.

"Wha, Alysia, who is everyone? What are you talking about?" Who?"

"You mom, and your fans, and the media, and fucking Kendall Jenner!" she said with some heat.

"Wha does Kendall have to do with anything?" Harry asked.

Of all the parts of that sentence, he chose that one, and her sadness was suddenly ire.

"I don't know Harry, what does your ex who was all over you the other night have to do with anything. Where did she sleep?" her anger making her unreasonable, she had no reason to doubt him.

"Are you accusing me of something?" the cadence of Harry's words increased, "because you have no right, I've given you no cause. You know I love you, and I'm only with you. I'm busy, Alysia! She just happened to be there, I'm supposed to ignore her? She's a friend."

"That Australian interviewer just a friend? You seemed very chummy with her too!" she seethed.

"What are you saying? Do you not trust me? because we will not survive my job if you think I'm fucking other girls. They are lined up love, you have to trust me."

"Well you haven't been inside me in a month, and we haven't had any form of sex in 3 weeks, I know how often you like it Harry? Where you getting it from?" Alysia couldn't believe what she was saying, she didn't think he was cheating, but her mouth wouldn't stop running, "they're lined up, right? Who's sucking your dick?"

Harry's voice was low and angry, "I'm fucking no one! And you know how much I want it with you, because it's you! Where is this coming from? I had no idea you were worried about this, you have to talk to me!!"

"You don't call me, I'm sitting her fucking pining for you, reading all this shit about how I'm nothing, crying myself through yoga, and you can't even call me, Harry. Do you not give a shit about me?"

She heard him blow air out his nose, Harry continued, "Alysia, please stay off the internet. None of that  means anything about you and I. We....Alysia...." The air had gone out of him, what had she been doing to herself, suddenly her desperation made sense, "Sunshine, I love you and I've missed you too, I'm disappointed too, but its only a couple days. I feel like we need to have a serious conversation when I get home. I'm not cheating on you, I barely even see other women. You're all I think about. I'm just exhausted, and we are on a learning curve with the time zones. Wait for me to get home, please. And stay off the internet!" 

Her tears had slowed, but not subsided, and she sniffled into the phone, "Ok, I miss you," she gulped.

"And I miss you, I'll be home in a week," he promised.

She cried herself to sleep, and Harry didn't sleep at all on his flight.

She awoke to a text, 'check your email.' it read.

A British Airways ticket to Heathrow.