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harry grinned at the text, biting his lips to stop himself from smiling too wide. his heart was giddy from the text, relieved from the tension and disappointment from the night before.

it's like he has been waiting for this message since forever. he leaned back in his chair, staring at the view in front of him, smirking to himself as he started typing away on his phone.

once y/n started texting harry, she swore to herself not to fall for him even though, he always make her heart flutter whenever his notification comes.

y/n just didn't want to go through another heartbreak. she would let him in her life again, but there are still gonna be barriers.

y/n's life used to revolve around him, almost as if he was the sun in her life. it was clear that she was absolutely smitten by him and vice-versa.

harry treated her like a royalty as he should, painting nails for her, making breakfasts, spoiling her with his kisses. he used to grin cheekily whenever he caught y/n staring at him in most random times.

the pair has been constantly chatting up for the past two days, thanks to helene's picture. harry would talk about everything and anything except their broken hearts.

harry desperately wanted to fix it, hoped that he can be back in her life as number one. but any conversation related to that topic is initiated, y/n would quickly wave it off.

he thought of multiple ways to approach this situation with her, he wanted to see her and talk about it instead of just texting.

he really wanted to see her. wanted to see her smile, feel her warmth, hear her giggles, he just wanted to be with him.

the love and bond they had was beautiful. they fit perfectly for one another, the indifferences in their love was divine. not all of their love was perfect, but it was perfect enough for them.

somewhere in between, their love was lost. the light of the love slowly faded away, maybe because both of them were busy or maybe both of their jobs required much more time than intended to be.

but, there was still a tinge of fondness in each other's heart.

deep down in his heart, harry wished things didn't change. wished he could come back home to his love, who always wrapped him up with her petite body. who always pecked his cheeks whenever they hugged, who always cup his cheeks at random movements to give him kiss.

he missed those moments, he missed her the most.

he sighed, his lips resting against the pillow, he's lying on his stomach. his hand constantly checking the time or maybe the notification bar, but he wouldn't admit that.

he raised his head and rested it against his palm, slowly massaging his forehead and eventually making to his hair.

he really need to see her, he will see her soon. he can text her casually asking for a meetup, right? there isn't any harm in asking that, is it?

he hoped y/n wanted to see him as much as he wanted too, hoped that she was craving his touch just as he was craving hers, hoped that she missed his kisses and cuddles just like he missed hers, hoped that y/n missed him.

his breaths are shallow now, calming himself from irrational thoughts. he stood up in his bed, sat on it. wetting his lips and giving himself a jerky nod, he began to type the words in his phone.

but what if y/n really didn't miss him, what if she moved on from him. maybe, she has a boyfriend who is giving her the best as she always deserved. after all, that could be a slight possibility too.