When I met Harry

Chapter 17

'Avery, talk to me.' He hasn't left my flat all day. He's just been sitting outside the door, begging for me to talk to him. 

'Go away.' I shout. This is how it's been all day, him begging, me shouting at him to go away. I wouldn't be surprised if one of my neighbours calls the police.

'Fine.' Finally. I sigh, and relax again. I've been sitting next to the front door all day, in just my black shorts, and pink pyjama top, just wanting for him to go away, and leave me alone. 'Just know this Avery; I love you, and I didn't mean what I said.' I hear footsteps walking away from the door, and I burst into tears, my vision now blurred, the lump in my throat encouraging the tears. I wipe them away, and stand, heading for my room. I haven't left the house for two days. Me and Harry broke up three days ago, and he has only just started talking to me. I change into black leggings, grey Ugg boots, and a white vest top, with blue knit cardigan. I pick up my keys, and purse and open the door. I'm instantly pulled into Harrys hard body. I don't respond, and he holds me at arms length. I let a tear escape, and he brushes it away. 

'Don't cry. I'm sorry.' I shake my head. 

'Harry don't.' I shut my door, and walk away from him, down the hall, and down the stairs, Harry burned into my mind. He looked terrible, red puffy eyes, his curls flat, his eyes dull, his joggers, and hoodie, not a normal thing for him to be seen in. I unlock my car and sit in the drivers seat, trying to compose myself. I need to go shopping for food and necessities. Grow up Avery. I pull my hair into a messy bun, and compose myself, trying to smile, as I drive away from the flat and down to the local shops. I pull up to them about 10 minutes later. I climb out and lock the door. On entry I pick up a basket, picking up all the necessities; shampoo, conditioner, soap, food, and milk. I almost walk past the magazine part, but I decide to browse. I pick up a new Vogue and Cosmo mag, ignoring things like OK! and Heat magazine. I pay for everything and make my way out to the car stopping when I see Harry leaning against my Cooper. I ignore him as I put my bags into the boot.

'Avery.' I slam the boot shut, and make my way to the drivers side - the door he's leaning against. 'I know you still love me.' I look down at the ground, my heart aching for him. 'Just... I'm sorry, I don't know what you want me to say. I didn't even think something like that could come out of the papers-'

'It's not that.' I say, wiping a tear away. 'It's because you didn't reply when I asked you if you trusted me. That's what broke me.' He moves out of my way, and I climb into the car soon driving away. 

I eat my lasagna not really bothered that it's burning my tongue off, watching Eastenders. Doesn't Derek really piss you off? I finish my microwave meal, and put the plate in the dishwasher. I sit on the side board, pondering over Harry. I know I love him, but if I was with him again, would he secretly not trust me? I put my head in my hands, and sigh. My phone goes off, and I take it out of my bra - Niall? I answer it, not expecting a call from the Irishmen. 

'You need to see him.' He says.

'No I don't need to do anything.'

'You need to! He isn't listening to us!' 

'Liam?'

'He keeps ignoring our calls, and texts.' 

'Zayn?' 

'He won't even listen to me!' Louis screeches.

'Do you guys know what happened?' I ask.

'Yes, he told us before he started blanking the world around him.' Liam says. I groan down the phone. 

'Speak to him. Please.' Niall says before hanging up. I stuff my phone in my pocket, and pick my keys up from the table near the door. He better still like me, I think. 

I pull up at the house, parking across the road in a car park. Completely inconspicuous. I don't leave the car for the next five minutes, the nerves over taking me. I collect all the courage I can muster and get out the car, locking the door with shaky fingers. I walk across the road, trying to breathe steadily. I'm going to go in, tell him that it is definitely over and we both need space, and we're going to be fine. The door next to the gate is open so I walk straight in, straight up to the front door. I knock on the door, but that also gives out, the door opening beneath my touch. I creep in, quietly shutting the door behind me. I walk down the hallway, thinking of where he could be. I hear a sound coming from the kitchen and I head in that direction. I peek around the corner, looking into the large kitchen. Harry is leaning against the side, joggers slung low on his hips. I can't bring myself to face him so I walk back to the front door, not to leave but to hang up my cardigan, kick my Uggs off, and put my phone, and keys on the side. I take a deep breath in, and walk to the kitchen, walking straight in. He doesn't look up when I walk in, so I walk in front of him. He looks up smiles slightly, and I wrap my arms around his waist, clinging to him. He responds, picking me up and sitting me on the side. He pulls back and brushes the back of his hand on my cheek. 

'Avery?' I smile, and nod, making him grin. He wraps his arms around my waist, his head leaning on my chest. I stroke his hair as he sobs, I kiss the top of his head, and rub his back. 'Avery?' He pulls back and wipes his tears away.

'Yes Harry?' I say, my voice breaking. He wipes away the couple of tears off of my face. 

'Please don't leave me again.' He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his neck while I cry. He walks us up the stairs and into his room, where we both sleep in each others arms, knowing full well that we've overcome another hurdle in our relationship.