Me: missing you. wish you were here.

I send off the text without a second thought. I know it might come of a little pathetic and clingy, but at this point I don’t care.

I’m grateful for my friends for throwing a little get together to celebrate my birthday, but it doesn’t feel the same without you here. I’m in the states for the press junket of our movie that’s coming out, and you’re back home in London.

We’ve been together for nearly a year at this point and we haven’t had to spend this much time apart in forever. At first it was touring, but then I had a break and I got comfortable being back home with you. So now being away feels harder than normal. It’s only for a month, and we’re on week 3, but I’m counting down the minutes.

I’m sitting on the couch in this rental house that’s filled with people. Just a bunch of acquaintances or friends of friends to celebrate me. I just wish you were here.

“Hey, Harry, your present just got here.” Niall appears in front of me, a mischievous smile on his face.

Oh, god, please don’t be strippers. He’s been teasing me about getting them for my birthday for months.

“Niall, I don’t know if I’m up for—“ my words die in my throat when you walk into the living room. Time stands still and I’m frozen in place.

Please let this be real. Please tell me you’re actually here.