May and Harry have been dating for 2 years.

They were inseparable, nothing could every come between them.

But what happens when Harry and the band have an upcoming tour?

When May can't come?

What happens when they're separated?

Read 'Stay' to find out


1. Worse than I probably felt.

May's P.O.V

I awoke to a vibrating sound.

Grumbling under my breath, I could almost feel the shaking of my night stand as my phone fell off and onto the ground.

I brought my hands up to my eyes, turning them into fists, I started to rub out the tired feeling.

I bent down and picked up my phone, checking for any cracks.

Luckily, there wasn't any.

I turned the phone on and saw I had 1 new message.

Obviously from Harry.

I opened up the text, feeling a smile spread across my face.

Harry: Good morning beautiful. Wanna hang out today? ;)

My thumbs flew across the mini keyboard, typing out a response.

May: Good morning, babe. And sure. When? xx

I almost immediately got a text in response.

Harry: Now? We can go and get breakfast. xx

I sent a message back

May:Okay. I'll start to get ready. xxx :)

Harry: K love, be there in 10.

I threw the heavy covers off of my body and stretched.

Standing up straight, I hurried into the bathroom and showered, applied makeup and did my hair.

Next, I walked out and up to my closet and picked out this:

When I finished getting dressed, I heard the doorbell.

Hurrying down the stairs, I opened the door and smiled.

"Hey Harry." I greeted him.

"Hello, love." He spoke with a smile giving me a peck on the lips.

"Ready to go?" He asked me.

I nodded, locking the door.

"Lets go,"

Harry walked me over to my side of the car and he opened the door for me.

"What a gentlemen." I gushed getting a cheesy look in return.

"Anything for you." He said sweetly kissing my lips.

Soon he got in and we made our way to IHOP.

We got out and made our way into the building and we found a table and sat.

"Anything new?" I asked Harry.

He sighed.

"Not really. Just me and the boys have a few interviews and we have to do one final recording of One Way Or Another before the BRIT awards." I nodded, interested.

"How about you?" 

I bit my lip.

"Not much. School's starting next week again, that's about it." Harry nodded, distracted.

"What's up, Harry?" I questioned. He looked so torn and broken for some reason, but I couldn't tell why. That was a first.

"Nothing, love." He looked up at me and forced a smile.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about."

I decided to let it go for now, but I'd get answers later.

A waiter came to our table.

"Welcome to IHOP. Sorry for the long wait. What can I get you?" He looked at both of us.

"I'll have the chocolate-strawberry pancakes, please" Harry spoke.

The waiter turned to me.

"And you?"

"Uh, same." I said giving the waiter a wide smile.

"Okay, your breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes." He said jotting our orders down on a notepad.

"Thanks." Harry smiled.

"Thank you." I said.

He then walked away, leaving me and Harry alone again.

The air was thick, caused by the tension.

That I didn't know about.

A few minutes later, our food arrived and the waiter asked for our drinks.

We told him and he disappeared behind the 'staff only' doors.

Harry cleared his throat.

I just couldn't take the tension anymore.

"Harry, what's up with you?" I blurted out.

He looked at me, taken back.

"I told you, nothing." He insisted.

"No, Harry. I know you. Somethings up." I squinted my eyes at him.

He groaned and slouched in his seat.

"Fine." He muttered.

"I'll tell you."

I waited for him to continue.

"Um, May were going on tour again." Harry mumbled, frowning.

I was shocked.

Paul had said that there wouldn't be another tour till the summer.

"Wait," I whispered.

"You just got off tour two weeks ago, now your going back?" I asked puzzled.

He nodded.

I shook my head, making sure I didn't let my tears fall.

"Oh, okay." I said, plainly.

He looked at me, surprised.

"Okay?" He asked, bewildered.

"Okay. I know it's your job and all, you have to do this. And you want to. I mean it's your dream..." Trailing off, I picked at my food with my fork.

"Believe me May, I don't want too. I love it and all but I wanted to spend time with you." He explained.

"I don't even know why their making me." He said.

"Paul is such a freaking liar. May, you don't even know how pissed I got when he told me this. We barely got to spend time together. I spent most of the two weeks recording tracks and doing interview than being with you. And, I'm sorry May. I just don't want this to ruin our day together." He whispered.

I nodded before looking up at him and smiling.

Even though I was heartbroken inside, I still couldn't go crazy after this.

When me and Harry started to date, he said that if he went on tour for a long period of time, than I would have to be okay with that. I know I can't control him. It's his life. 

"It's fine. I get it. It's your life." I told him.

He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"Let's just eat." I said but I knew I couldn't.

Harry soon finished but I had only took one bite.

"Babe, how come you didn't even eat?" Harry asked, frowning.

"I'm not hungry." I whispered, taking money out of my purse and handing it to the waiter.

Harry's eyebrows dropped.

I hurried out the restaurant with Harry trailing close behind.

"May!" He yelled.

I stopped, letting the tears fall down my cheeks.

"May?" He whispered in confusion, then he saw my face.

"Please don't cry, love." He whispered sadly.

"How can I not Harry? Be realistic." I spat through tears.

He frowned.

"I didn't mean to-" I cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry." I spoke.

He brushed my tears away with his thumb.

"I'll come back, love" He whispered.

He leaned in and kissed my lips softly.

I kissed him back, knowing these would be one of the last kisses we could have till after tour.

I pulled away and looked down.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love so much May."

"I love you too, Harry" I whispered before me and Harry made our way back into his car.

I couldn't believe I cried.

I felt horrible, I probably made Harry feel so bad.

Worse than I probably felt.


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