The wind blew through the sheer white curtains as you feel harry’s heart against your cheek. You listened to Harry’s deep breaths as he slept. It was a quiet london morning. Harry was leaving this afternoon for a signing in Spain. You planned to do something special before his flight, but never got around to it with your busy schedule, so you just took this sunday off for some loving time together.
Your stomach made a slight growl in hunger and you thought is would be nice if you made Harry breakfast in bed. Of course your cooking was no match to master styles’, but the best part about making him food was the way he teased you about it.
You slowly lifted your head off his chest doing your best not to disturb him as he slept. Harry rolled over to his side kicking the covers of his legs, still half asleep. You smiled to yourself as you tiredly walked into the kitchen. You thought simple pancakes and eggs would do just fine. Turning the stove on low, you got out a couple pans and the ingredients to make the pancakes from scratch. You managed to make a mess of the flower as you sloppily poor it into the bowl. Cooking really wasn’t your strong suit. After a couple minutes you managed to form some sort of batter. Lumpy batter, but it was still batter. You heard tired shuffles from the hallway coming towards the kitchen. You felt two strong arms go around your waist from behind as a head was lazily placed onto the crook of your neck, rocking you back and fourth.
“Morning, love.” Harry muttered in a husky morning voice into your ear.
“Morning.” You quietly said flushed as you smiled and kissed his temple.
“Making pancakes eh?” he said as he popped a strawberry into his mouth from the counter top, almost chocking in laughter when he saw your batter. You smiled and crossed your arms.
“is it really that bad?”
“babe, it’s terrible” he said popping another strawberry into his mouth cheekily. “Here.” He grabbed your hands from behind and coaxed you as you stirred. it reminded you of when he attempted to teach you how to play guitar. You wondered how one gorgeous man could do so much. “See love.” He spoke against your cheek bone. The batter was perfect. He took the bowl and pored just enough into the pan accidentally getting some on his finger. Just as he was about to lick it off, he dabbed it onto your nose. You laughed and grabbed a hand full of flour and threw it in his direction. He gave you a playfully menacing look. “Oh you’ve done it now Gracie.” He grabbed the bag of flour, took two handfuls and threw it right into your face. “HAZ!” You playfully laughed.
And it began.
Harry picked you up leaving floury hand prints on the back of your sweats as you held onto his bare shoulders. He took the bag with his free hand and dumped the majority of it onto the counter. “The pancake!” you remembered. Harry turned off the stove and just as quickly took a handful of flour and spanked you now leaving your butt white. You just the same, took a handful of flour and threw it in his hair. Harry let you down and took hold of the bowl. forget the pancakes. He took a fistful and threw it at you, missing and hitting the floor. You were both laughing now, covered in pancake batter & flour. You lasted about 10 minutes before you ran out and went to using the eggs. You almost slipped on the wet batter on the tiles, landing in harry’s arms. You both looked into each others eyes with wide smiles.
You stared at his white powdered covered curls, he looked at your messy batter covered hair and flour covered face. He caressed your cheek as his other hand came up to your face. His soft lips leaned into yours, sending warm chills down your spine. His lips crashed against yours almost forcefully, catching you by surprise. Harry sweetly pushed you up against the wall running his fingers through your hair as your hand went up his back and onto his firm stomach. Your lips separated causing your eyes to meet his. That look. At that very second nothing else mattered. That look is one you will forever remember. That look made everything feel complete. Everything.
“A little bit of flour never hurt anyone.” Harrys voice lingered over you as he pecked your forehead and took a look at the aftermath. The kitchen was a nothing shy of a mess. You both just laughed.
“I already know who’s cleaning this up.” You said in a sarcastic tone.
“Oh, do you” harry said back, taking you by the legs and swooping you up. You giggled as he carried you into the bathroom. “Shower up so we can grab a bite out, i’ll clean up the kitchen.”
“Harry, you know i was only joking,” You said with a smile.
“I know love, but it’s the least i could do for you” Harry said passing you a towel from the closet with those dimples of his.
“I love you” You said just as he closed the bathroom door.
“I love you too, gracie” He said opening the door again. Even though you’ve been married for almost a year, the words ‘I love you’ were ones you could never get enough of.
As the steam from the shower engulfed you, you thought about how happy you truly were. You lived in an incredible flat in london, with the man of your dreams and the job of your dreams of being a wedding designer. Never in a million years would you have thought of this reality. Never. You were very blessed. And you took none of it for granted.
As you stepped out of the shower wrapping yourself in the towel and letting your hair fall loosely down your back, you caught a glimpse of harry cleaning the kitchen, still. A roll of paper towels in one hand and a wet rag in the other. You had to admit though, from where you were, the kitchen looked much nicer. Again you thought to your self, how could one man do so much.
You dressed yourself, finished the kitchen as harry showered, and touched up on your hair, forgetting about makeup. You two were only going out for breakfast. harry got ready all the same, and lead you out the door. Harry managed to wear a polo and a button down jumper with beige chinos, while you wore a white loose fitting blouse and dark skinny jeans, along with shades and flats for a stroll down to a cafe in town.
You walked hand in hand through the warm air making small talk and enjoying the calm london morning. Upon entering the quaint cafe the talk and scent off coffee came sweetly to your nose as the little chime of a bell welcomed you in. You both took a seat by the front end of the cafe and ordered two cups of tea and and a stack of pancakes for you both to share. You stayed in the cafe for a couple hours, talking, cuddling, and enjoying each others company right before his departure. it was early noon when you got back to your apartment, remembering harry’s flight was at 1:00.
“Babe, can you help me pack?” Harry said from his room.
“Of course,” You responded back. “Haz, how long are you planning on staying?” You asked out of curiously.
“A couple weeks actually.” He said with his face buried into his closet.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry. Only a couple weeks he said. You’d see him again. You couldn’t help it. Harry could hear you sniffling.
“Baby no, don’t cry,” he said as he cradled you against his chest. “i’ll be back before you know it.” He looked you straight in the eye, “you know it’s just as hard for me, love.” he said wiping the tears off your cheek. He gave you a warm hug, and you both sat against the bed. you laid in Harry’s lap as he stroked your hair and sang to you with that flawless voice of his. He always knew how to make you feel better. You were really going to miss him.
The airport was hot and crowded. There were surprisingly no fans waiting when they arrived. usually it was packed with screaming fangirls with their hands held out hoping to get a quick hug or even just a touch of their idol. You never minded that. You were once where they stood, and you knew what it was like to look through their eyes. You both spent what felt like 10 hours in security, then went to grab a quick lunch at one of the fast food joints near the waiting area. Harry was taking a different plane because of over booking on the original flight. Being the gentleman he was he offered to take a separate plane without the boys just for the ride to Spain. Paul was with the boys too. It was just you and Harry, which you needed more of these days.
You were never on the best terms with the boys. They thought of you as un loyal…
A Long story short, his name was Brad. Bradley Williams. Harry was gone for a short while playing a few venues in Australia. When you and harry were still dating, you were both invited to his friend Zac’s just to have a couple drinks, and even though harry couldn’t go, you didn’t want to seem rude, so you went by yourself anyways. The night went great; great people, great food, but you went a little heavy on the drinking side. This was a first for you. And getting cozy around strange guys was a first for you too. You were having a slurred conversation with one of your girlfriends when you were interrupted by this tall, average, blonde man. If you weren’t drunk you would have known he didn’t want to just buy you a drink. Taking notice of your drunkenness, he took full advantage of you in the back room. He drove you home leaving you with your stumbling self and drove off. That was all he wanted. You didn’t even remember the guys name by the time you woke up face down on the living room floor in your red dress and heels. You were angry. Not only at him, but you were angry at yourself. Never would you have let this happen. Never; but it did, and you can’t take that back.
Somehow over the course of a week the news spread. Not only to everyone at the party that night, but to the boys and to Harry. It took a lot of explaining to get harry to believe your story. The boys didn’t. They thought harry was giving in only because he loved you. You think it hit Zayn the hardest. He was the first one of the boys you became the closest with while you and haz dated, and hearing that news really crushed him. There was no bond between you and the 4 of them. That relationship was burned that night. Of course the hate spread not only to the boys but the the fans. If they only knew.
Every time something bad went wrong in Harrys career, it was somehow blamed on you. The only person that knows the truth was Harry. If it was a lie you two wouldn’t have gotten married, but the boys thoughts have never changed since that day.
The boys thought this separate plane to Spain thing was just Harrys excuse to spend time with you, even if it meant a day together. In a sense it was true, but it wasn’t intentional. The over booking just happened to happen, which was a plus for you-
“WILL ALL PASSENGERS ON FLIGHT 149 PLEASE BRING TICKETS TO THE TERMINAL.”
“Thats me,” Harry said slowly standing up while putting his bag over his shoulder.
You stood up next to him and gave him a light hug. You tried not to talk because you knew you would start crying again. You held it in for harry. “I love you babe. I’ll see you soon. Don’t miss me too much” He said with a smile. “i promise i’ll be back before you know it love.” A tear rolled down your cheek unknowingly. He wiped it off with the soft palm of his hand, and gave you one last passionate kiss on the lips sending electricity through your body. You still couldn’t say anything or you would start bawling right then and there. You held your breath chocking back tears as he said “I love you grace.” and walked toward the boarding station where he handed a his ticket to a woman dressed in an all black uniform, and walked to his flight. You caught him wiping a tear of his face as he turned the corner.
You held your tears until you reached the car. You know harry wouldn’t want you crying over a short leave like this, but you just couldn’t help it. You didn’t know why you were being so emotional all of a sudden.
The flat was quiet. You were used to this, but somehow it seemed even quieter. Setting your bag down on the couch, you checked your phone out of instinct. no missed calls. no new messages. You sat down at the counter and made yourself some a cup of tea. You weren’t usually this fixated to Harry. You were really starting to worry yourself. slipping into a baggy sweater and loose shorts, you watched t.v until dinner time. You ordered chinese take away over the phone then read for a while. You heard the phone ring and immediately sprang up off the couch assuming it was Harry. “Hello?” you said in anticipation.
“Excuse me, is this Mrs. Gracie Styles?” A mans voice came over the phone in a deep tone.
“Yes it is, may I help you?” You replied.
“Mrs. Styles, i’m calling to inform you that your husband….. The flight your husband was on has been in an accident.”
“hello? are you still there, maim?”
“Harry…” You whispered, quivering, dropping your phone to the ground.