We're Gonna Be Okay "Hellllloooooo Ms. Doesn't-Answer-My-Calls!!!" Harry shouts playfully as he bounds through the door. In the other room, in a totally different mood, you sit, on the floor and criss-cross applesauce, staring at your phone. Meanwhile, as he hangs up his coat, Harry's smile slowly fades as he realizes you haven't greeted him with your usual cheeky grin; the only one that can compete with his own. "Y/N" He calls, worry evident in his tone. Barely able to find your voice, but not wanting to scare him, you reply unsurely, eyes still glued to the message you just received, "In here." Half a second later Harry stands behind you, tentative about what to do, "Y/N." He says again. You can't tell whether he means it as a question or a statement. "I got the job." Is all you can muster. Confused, but relieved all the same, Harry slips on the floor beside you, "Umm... Shouldn't we be... I don't know... Celebrating then?" Finally looking up to face his green orbs you say, "I'm going to be traveling the world, Harry. You are going to be on tour, also traveling the world. Last time I checked, our paths don't meet. Seven months. Seven. Months." As your words sink in, Harry's expression begins to match the one you wear. As if trying to process the news himself, he states with no conviction, "Seven." The silence that follows is as sharp as the tip of a needle. It seems as if you are both afraid to move. It's like you are tiptoeing warily around a bomb. Then, in a burst of emotions, you explode, "Harry, seven months. Seven months. Seven FUCKING months how are we supposed to make that work I'm going to exotic places with no wifi and I sound like a tumblr girl now but honestly no wifi that means no skyping and basically no anything and it's like I don't know how to handle it because you are like my first real boyfriend and I don't think I ever told you that and you were my third kiss but Robby and Zach do NOT count like holly mother trucker they we both so slobbery and I'm off topic now but seven months Harry I've never done long distance for that long and I don't want to Harry because I know it sounds stupid but when you're gone things just feel wrong like my clothes don't seem to fit me right and it's always cold and I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm going to MISS YOU SO MUCH." When you finish, naturally, you gasp for air. For a clock stopping moment, neither of you move. Your face, red with lack of breath meets his wide with shock eyes. Tension wisps around you both. In another burst of urgency, this time from Harry, his lips crash into yours. The most passion filled, yet innocent kiss you have shared, lasts for what feels like eternity. If you both could remain connected for the rest of your lives, you would. Breaking apart, your eyes meet. Both set of eyes reveal everything and nothing at all. After a few breaths, Harry finally breaks the silence, "You said fucking." "Excuse me?" You say stunned. "You said fucking." "I don't see how that has to do with anything." "I've never heard you swear before." "Oh." "Yeah." You start to say something, but stop yourself, having made a revelation of your own. "Now that you mention it, I've never heard you swear until now, either." "Oh." You both look at the floor for a long moment. Again, everything is left unspoken. Out of nowhere, your head pops back up and your eyes travel from his curls, to the tip of his bird tattoo, which is peaking out from his shirt. "I love you so FUCKING much." You blurt out all of a sudden. Harry's head pops up the same way yours did moments before. Smiling now, he answers quick, "I love you a whole FUCKING lot more." "Oh HELL no you don't." "FUCK yes I do!" "There is no FUCKING way in this SHITTY-ASS world that you love me more than I FUCKING love your FUCKING ASS." Then you are both cracking up, laughing like you have never laughed before. Harry is rolling on the floor beside you, hands intertwined. This goes on for a good five minutes. Eventually the laugher runs it's course and the two of you sigh and collect yourselves, both remaining criss-cross applesauce beside each other. The tension and laughter reach a point of commingling as they dance around the still figures of you and Harry. In the end, however, all Harry has to say is, "We're gonna be okay."