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People are crowding all around me, fixing my outfit, fixing my hair, asking constatly, "are you ready?" Honestly, I'm not sure what I should have been answering so I didn't. I look around for familiar faces but, none are to be seen. The faces touching me aren't blank, they're just strangers. The faces of the kind of strangers you see in public and remember.

I walk in a certain direction, not knowing where my feet would take me. The people scatter out of my way, smiling thoughtfully. Now all I can hear is murmers, just like the wind blowing in my ear.

Two large doors stand in front of me, begging me to open them. Before I do, I catch my mother near the door mouthing something I couldn't quite comprehend. I think she said something along the lines of, "I love you." I didn't have the time to stop and think as my hands pushed open the door.

There was music, white fabric, and lilac flowers decorating the room. The people in their seat stood as I entered. Throughout the whole scenario, I was skeptical but, now it's just weirding me out.

I keep walking down the carpeted floor until there's a few stairs to climb. I look up and see two gleaming green eyes staring back at me. Harry.

He wears an idolizing smile and a look that could make your heart thump in your ears. The best part was it was at me. Not beside me, not beind me, only at me. It was the greatest feeling in the world.

At that moment, I realized this is my wedding.

My eyes shoot open, a small smile carved into my face. My chest feels tight- the good tight. The tight that makes your stomach feel funny and makes you want to giggle. I turned my head and look out the window, seeing the sun rise though the glass.

It was beautiful.

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Even if the day started out great, I'm still not sure what I was to expect for today. Of course last night was wonderful and so was my dream. It could have been a one time thing, though. It could have been just one more step for him to close me off again and the dream could have just been- well- a dream. You never know with Harry. I guess that's also what makes me attracted to him.

We pack our bags with our backs facing each other. All you can hear is the echo of zipping and shuffling. The silence isn't as awkward as you think it would be. It's more like a peaceful silence. The one where there's nothing more to say because you've already said what you can. It was a good change.

I sit on my bed after I finished packing, watching his back bend downwards, the muscles outline showing through his black shirt.

I wish my dream would come true.

"Got everything?" Harry puffs, the final zipper being closed.

"Yes," I quietly say, still a little off from this morning. I can see his head nod. He turns around and sits on his bed so we're both facing each other. You'd think with his piercings he'd be less angelic. But, to me, he looks like an angel trying to be more human.

The clock blinks to 10 o' clock. We still have another half an hour before we should leave for the airport. What we're going to do in that time is beyond me.

Harry leans back on the bed, a deep sigh emitting from him.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

He doesn't respond for a few seconds. Instead he just shifts onto his stomach before he starts laughing to him self. Did I say something? Did he just happen to think of something funny?

"You know, I've never felt like this. It's just a funny feeling to have, ya know?" He sits upright with a bright smile on his face. I furrow my eyebrows- a funny feeling about what?

"A funny feeling?" I tilt my head slightly, "funny feeling about what?"

He smiles even wider and shrugs his shoulder, "nothing, Niall."

All I can do is smile back, just as wide as his.

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The worst part about airports is how dirty everything is. They probably haven't washed those security bins in weeks. The baristas are probably sweating due to how many customers they have; I mean, just being in those lines give me anxiety. The bathrooms are over flowing and dirty and sweaty and gross. And the seats, those waiting seats by your flight; they're the worst. Just think about how many people have sat on them and done God knows what with them. It gives me shivers just thinking about it.

"Our flight isn't for another 30 minutes. Sit down." Harry says, patting the seat next to him.

I scratch my forearm and shake my head, "no thanks. I'm good with just standing." I smile back awkwardly, beginning to look out the window, seeing the planes land and take off. Everyone here has a place to be and sometimes I feel like I have no where to be. I really need to get out in the world.

Another 10 minutes pass before Harry speaks.

"I could really go for a coffee... " He drifts off, pressing his lips together. "But, I'm pretty comfortable right here..." He drags on, looking up at me with puppy eyes.

He wants me to get his coffee.

All I did was sigh and shift weight between my feet. I could go get coffee or make him get his own coffee and move from his spot. It's not like the coffee is for me- I'm not drinking it.

I groan and make my way to the coffee shop. And as always, the shop is busy and filled with impatient people. I can just feel the sweat starting to cling to me.

It takes me about 5 minutes just to order a black coffee with room for milk. It takes another 5 for it to be made. It's just a cup of coffee with nothing added, how hard can it possibly be?

"Niall, back coffee room for milk," The barista stares at me the whole time he's giving me the drink. In fact, all of them do, like they're expecting me to do a flip.

"Thank you..." I fill the cup with milk, feeling extremely uncomfortable as they keep staring. What is going on?

Once I'm done, I quickly dash out of there, wanting to be back in my standing spot as quickly as possible.

Harry is standing when I'm back. Isn't the reason he sent me to get coffee was so he didn't have to get up? He bites his lip when I stand directly in front of him.

"Heres your coffee." He smiles, "black coffee with milk." He doesn't say anything, just keeps staring.

If this staring continues, I'm going to have to be forced to make a break for the bathroom and hide in a stall.

"Niall, read the cup."

I suspiciously look at the cup.

'' is written in black sharpie across the cup. The barista is hitting on me? Or him?

"Why did a barista write I love you on your cup?" Could this be filed as some harrassment?

"Niall, it's for you."

"Why would a barista write it for me-"

"Niall, it's from me. I told the guy to write I love you. Because I do, Niall, I do."

I think I might be dying- my heart just skipped a beat and I don't think I'm breathing anymore. I also can't seem to feel my hands.

"I have thought of 100 reasons of why I love you. One, you sacrificed your anxiety to get me coffee. Two, you've made me see the good in everything, even in myself, which I thought I could never do. Three, I love how gentle and kind you are. Four, I love you know my coffee order even though I don't think I've ever told you directly. Five, I love how instead of running away from me, you stuck through. Six, I love those little freckles on your cheeks. Seven, I love how you look at me- see just like that. Eight, I love how you care so much about cleaning. Nine, I love how red your face gets when your embarrassed. Ten-"

I grab his cheeks and pull him down to my level, our lips connecting with so much force I think I bruised my lip. That doesn't matter though, all that matters is how I alive I feel with his lips pressed to mine. How good it feels to finally kiss him and feel how warm his lips really are. How my worries are disappearing with every second we're connected. How tight his arms are around my waist. How cold his lip ring is. How much I couldn't bear the thought of letting go. How much I love him.

My skin is practically in flames when I pull away, only to whisper, "I love you," before kissing him again. I sigh in relief as we connect again. What was I doing before I was doing this? How did I live life so long with out this in my life?

Harry pulls away, giggling to himself and playing with my shirt behind my back. I couldn't help but giggle, too, loving the feeling of being in his arms. I'm trapped in his eyes and I never want to escape. I've also realized just how soft his hair is.

The next couple minutes are just spent lost in each other before the number for our flight is called out on the speakers, clicking us out of a daze. We giggle together once more, letting go and grabbing our bags. As we stand in line, I can feel his breath on the back of my neck and I smile so wide I think my face may just break.

When we go through the tunnel, there's a constant plucking at the back of my shirt. Everytime I look back at him, he's grinning ear to ear, a blush on his face. Everytime, my heart grows just a little bit.

I take the seat at the window, Harry setting his hand on my thigh. I look over at him and I just know everything is going to be okay.

I wish it was dark so I could look up at the stars and say 'thank you', for he's the best savior I could ask for.

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They say home is where the heart is and my heart is with Harry.

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a.n.

THE END

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