(a/n) a lot of y'all had requested a part 3, so here you go. hope u enjoy it. 🤍
harry's pov:
I park my car outside the familiar building, bracing myself for what's about to happen. It's been about six months since I last saw y/n and that didn't go very well.
Who are you kidding, you loved it. My subconsciousness adds. It's not all a lie, I will admit I haven't been able to stop thinking about the night I spent with y/n. It drove me crazy for months.
After I told Cassandra the truth, she flipped. I did feel bad for what I did, I didn't want to break her heart but I was surprised that I didn't feel as heartbroken and guilty cheating and splitting from her as much as I felt breaking y/n's heart. That makes me sound like a dick, maybe i had been one, cheating on her was a dick move.
I wanted to reach out to y/n, but i wasn't sure if she wanted see me. I broke her heart too, and I felt so guilty for that. As time went on, I couldn't ignore the burning passion I started feeling for y/n, despite not seeing her like i used to frequently, but I knew better than to initiate a move right then. She might think i'm using her as a rebound and I wanted to give it time, just to make sure my feelings aren't playing with me. I also didn't hang out with the boys as much as I used to. Only occasionally when we went over at Niall's to play PS4. They did notice my gloomy attitude but didn't press on it too much, probably assuming it's because I broke up with Cassandra, though that was far from the truth, but i'm glad they didn't pry.
Now, I'm here, outside y/n's apartment door, hoping to God, this doesn't take a bad turn. I knock three times and take a deep breath to brace myself. My stomach flips the moment I hear the door clicking open but I freeze when I look up to see a man open the door.
He's a fairly attractive dude, wearing ripped jeans, and open hoodie jacket, gothic rings on his fingers and chipped black nail polish. To top it all of, his black hair is dyed a dark blue at the ends. He looks like he's definitely in some rock band. I remember y/n once saying she had a thing for men like him.
I feel dissapointment, anger and hurt wash over me but I'm broken away from my thoughts, when he speaks up. "Dude. I'm asking you why you're here?"
I didn't mean to but my eyes lock with something a few metres behind him, or rather, someone.
Y/n stands in her living room, eyes wide, mouth open, staring back at me. This was a bad idea.
"Oh, uh, nothing. I guess I got the wrong house." I say to the dude waiting for my reply. He flashes a nice smile, "Oh no problem man, have a nice day." he nods.
"Yeah, you too."
I turn around, inhaling sharply. I guess I was too late. Of course she's moved on, she wouldn't wait around for me, for six months. Especially, taking in consideration what went down last time. I never really thought about what went through her head when she woke up the next day and saw my note. There's no doubt she said fuck him at that moment. I'd hate myself if i was in her place and I did something like that.
I'm just about to open my car door when i hear my name being called in the distance. I whip my head around to see y/n coming to a halt a few feet away from me. The look on her face tells me maybe she was wanting to see me, but i shouldn't get too ahead of myself. "What are you doing here?" she asks, her tone coming off a bit harsh or maybe i'm overthinking it.
"Uh, i- i'm... i was here to see...t- to see you." I manage to say, though nervously, trailing off in the end.
"Why?" She asks. Okay, i'm gonna be honest, i wasn't prepared for that.
"Uh.. that is a wonderful question. i- um, I wasn't expecting that question."
I stand there awkwardly, thinking of something else to say before a small smile cracks on her face and she steps forward and wraps her hands around my torso, her head resting under my chin. I wasn't expecting that either, but i'm not complaining. I hesitantly wrap my arms around her, feeling a calming sense of familiarity wash over me at the affection.
"I missed you." I mumble into her hair, truthfully.
"I missed you too Harry." My heart breaks at the evident sadness in her voice. Yes what happened last time was wrong on both out parts but I shouldn't have just cut of all contact, I was a close friend of hers and despite what happened, disappearing for six months wasn't a good move.
"I have something to ask you." Well, here goes nothing.
"Yeah?" she asks, pulling away from the hug. "Um, I know I have no place to ask you this but is there anything between you and the guy you have over?"
She gives me a soft smirk and releasing a short breathy laugh. "No, he's just a friend. I'm helping him design shirts for his band."
Oh what a relief. "Oh, that's... that's nice." I nod. She smirks again and raises her eyebrows, nodding with me.
"And? Is there something else you wanna ask me?"
Right. "Well, um I'm not sure how to begin y/n, you must think i'm a dick and I don't blame you. I- I was be-"
"Get to the point." she interrupts my rambling.
"I want you ask you out. I mean, i- will you go out with me? Do, Do you wanna go out with me? Oh God i'm messing this up aren't I?" I cringe at my pathetic attempt and prepare myself for the worst.
Next thing I know, I feel her soft lips on mine, taking me by surprise. Before I can react she's already pulling away.
"Yes I will." She answers. I couldn't help but smile instantly right then. I need to do this right, but I also need time to plan everything out.
"Thank you." I blurt out. "For giving me a chance, and not hating me."
Her expression suddenly changes to a sad one, " Harry i could never hate you. The last time we saw eachother, was a disaster but it's been six months, I was more worried for you if i'm being honest. I found out through Louis that you and Cassandra broke up and I hated being the cause of it. If anything, I was worried you were mad at me." She admits.
I'm really beginning to get pissed at my previous actions. I never thought all this time y/n would be feeling guilty and blaming herself for what went down between Cassandra and I. I sleep with her, leave her a note saying this was a mistake and then disapper for half a year. What was I thinking?
"No... No y/n, please don't tell me you blamed yourself for all of that. I am equally guilty for what happend and if i am being honest. I wasn't really heartbroken when Cassandra and I parted ways, If anything, I felt better. I know that makes me sound like a dick, but maybe it was a sign that i wasn't with the right person."
She continues to look at me with an expression I cant quite make out. Maybe I said too much?
"Well i'll uh- I won't hold you here too long. I'll let you get back to your work and uh- i'll text you?"
She smiles again and nods, letting me know that's okay. She goes in for another hug and I gladly welcome it. I hold her closer this time, feeling a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
Something tells me she's the right person.
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(a/n) here's the much awaited part 3, i'm sorry it took so long.
also, if anyone recognised the guy at y/n's house, from the description. I want to let you know that I love you. xx
if u have any suggestions for more one shots, please feel free to comment :)
TPWK <3
