Take Care

**Sequel to What Humans Do**
It's been seven years since the day I told Harry Styles we had to break up because our publicity stunt was now over. He told me to wait till I was 26, then we could get back together and be happy. So, I waited. I waited until I got a phone call the day after my 26th birthday from Harry, inviting me to a wedding. HIS wedding, to be exact. I knew I had to get Harry back. I'm not going to let seven years of waiting be wasted. I needed him back. And so the plotting began.


19. Fix You

** Song of the Chapter: Fix You by Coldplay**

I had finally plucked up the courage to look at my phone. It was nearing the 7 o'clock hour and I had been hoping no one would come to find me so I stayed put in a corner. I had gotten food at one of little cafes, but it was hard because I knew nothing in Italian and that was the whole menu. Luckily, Italian is a close language to Romanian so I caught on a bit.

If anyone had come in search of me to bring me back, they hadn't found me.

I heaved a small sigh and closed my eyes in nervousness. I grabbed my phone from my bag and turned it on. I had nearly fifty missed calls and nearly 80 text messages. Thankfully I had deleted all my messages before and my phone sorted them in folders.

I had fifty-seven from Harry, ten from Gemma, one message from each of the girls, nine from Lacey, one from Liam, Louis, and Niall each, and one from Zayn.

I decided I would open Zayn's message first. "I'm sorry how things ended between us. I'll miss you, but I know this isn't the last time I'll speak with you. I'm not sure if you're leaving because of me, I hope not. Just know that I'll always be there for you. I thought I could be your new Harry, I'm sorry I wasn't."

I started crying then. I felt so horrible. Zayn was feeling how I had felt about Harry for years. But it'll always been him, it'll always be Harry. I wish it could be Zayn, but it just has to be Harry.

The messages from the boys and girls were all of them wishing me a well trip and saying they'll see me when they get back to England and that they're glad that Harry and I are back together. Louis felt the need to be funny and added 'can't wait to be at the wedding, better be the best man!' which made me cry, but the tears continued to come. I just couldn't stop them.

The ones from Gemma were at first saying we'd have to go to dinner or something when she gets to England, then changed to how happy she was that I got Harry back, but then they started telling me not to go anywhere, to stay and that she or Harry were coming to get me. I didn't really understand why, it's not like I was leaving them, I just needed to get home. I missed my cats and my gym. I needed alone time with them.

The 57 messages from Harry were all saying that I can't leave and that he's coming soon, leaving right after everything was sorted out and that I had to wait. But my mind was made, I wanted to leave. Then the farther I got in the messages the more pleading they were. 'Rue, please don't leave me. I just canceled my wedding to be with the girl I love, I don't want her to leave me now, please come back,' 'Why are you leaving me?' 'I thought you loved me? Did I just go through all that for nothing cause you're scared of committing?' 'Running away won't solve anything. Please come back.'

I had finally stopped crying from Zayn and now I was crying because of Harry. I probably looked pitiful, sitting in the corner of an airport crying my eyes out with my phone cast aside, not being able to look at anymore of his messages.

He thought I was leaving him. I couldn't blame him, though.

I got up from my seated position and began to walk towards the bathroom. I turned my head to see Harry running towards me screaming my name, attracting everyone's eyes in our direction. I looked around at all the people who had their eyes fixed on me and then I looked to Harry.

His paced slowed and he stopped to stand directly in front of me, breathing heavy and looking down with his hands on his hips. He was in the same things as earlier, a red and blue flannel with black jeans and black vans. His hair was messed up and he was seating a bit.

Everyone's eyes were still fixed on us and I wasn't sure if it was because of who we were or because of the scene he just caused. "Harry, what are you doing here?"

He looked up from the ground and at me. "I'm here to get you, Rue. I lost you once, and I'm not going to do it again. I can't do it again. Why did you leave? What did I do?"

I whipped my eyes again because tears started cascading down my checks. I really needed to stop crying. "Harry, you didn't do anything. I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving anybody. I just need to go home. I need go practice, the Olympics are coming up in less than half a year and I need to train. If I don't need to be here then I need to be home. This is my last year, I need to get all gold."

"Rue, you're running away! You always run away! We just established everything, I just cancelled everything, Lacey couldn't shut up about how much she admires you, and I don't believe a word you're saying!" He shouted at me.

Everyone was still intently watching us. "Can we do this some other time? Or somewhere more private? Please don't make me do this here. I'm not leaving you."

"No, we're doing this now."

I glanced down at the silver watch on my wrist and saw the time was 7:25. The call for my flight was heard and I looked up to Harry. He was looking at me expectantly, probably waiting for me to pick up my bags and walk away from the airport. I wasn't going to do that, however.

"I have to go Harry," and I turned on my heel to walk towards my exit. He extended his hand and grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. My body was pressed against his and his face was inches from mine.

He whispered "please don't go, Rue," and then crashed his lips onto my own.

I kissed him back, with just as much need. It was like everyone around us disappeared and we were the only two in the whole airport. No one else mattered but him right now.

I was forced to back away from him when they made the last call for my flight. "I'm sorry, I have to go, Harry," I whispered to him. His forehead was still resting on mine.

"Please don't."

"I have to. I'm sorry."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"And how do you think you're going to do that? You don't have a suitcase or a ticket or anything."

He smiled one of his famous smiles and said "that's one of the many perks of having Paul."

I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion until he pulled himself away and revealed Paul walking up with two suitcases and a printed paper in his hands.

"You bought a ticket? You're crazy, you know," I told him while I started to laugh.

"Well, I know just how stubborn you are. I figured I should be prepared. Now, lets go and get on our flight."

Harry bent down to pick up my bags while grabbing my hand and lead me to the counter with a man checking tickets.

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