What is love?

Patch up

The months go by and I hear nothing from any of the boys, they did try contacting me at first, but I think they gave up after being ignored. Although, I do become really close to Joe, though, and I eventually say yes when he asks me out on a date.

“Finally!” is all he says before hugging me tightly. I like him and all that, but I still don't feel the same connection I did when I was with Harry. I have moved into my own apartment now, and decorated it the way I wanted it, with the help of Joe, and I can now have some proper alone time when I need it. I never stop seeing my friends though, they have always there for me when I needed them most. One day you get a knock on the door, it's Joe, he pulls me into a soft kiss and I smile,

“Hey babe, I got two tickets to go see Coldplay at the O2. Wanna come?” he asks grinning, knowing how much I loved them. I scream and say yes of course and invite him in, “Only thing is” he begins, “It starts in like an hour so . . . you better get moving!” I laugh and rush of to get changed. We get there and I pull him, running to take our seats. I am so excited, I have always wanted to see them in concert. They lights go down, the curtains drawn, I am so happy . . . until the support act comes on.

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One Direction. This can't be happening. Every single girl in the room screams, except me. I am screaming inside, wishing I could be somewhere else. Harry notices me in the crowd almost instantly, doing a double take before he stops, staring at me, so busy staring at me that he misses his que to start singing, Liam immediately steps in for him, then the other boys notice Harry looking at me, they nudge him to snap out of it, shaking him a little until he comes back to reality. He starts singing again in the chorus, but his eyes stay on me. Joe notes this and starts to get a little agitated,

“Has that dude got a problem or something?” he pulls me around to face him, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me passionately, knowing Harry will see it. He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close. Harry looks as though his heart has just broken into a million pieces. They then start to sing 'More Than This' and Harry keeps his eyes on me the whole time, as though he is about to cry. The song finishes and the boys say goodbye to everyone and walk off stage, Harry still looking at me the whole time, me looking at him. Coldplay come on next and I try to forget about the whole thing and just enjoy myself. The show is brilliant, they are really god, but I can't shift the image of Harry's face when Joe kissed me out of my head. When the show finishes Joe takes my hand and we walk out into the entrance bit. Suddenly Coldplay walk out and everybody rushes over to see them.

“C'mon babe” he grins, gently tugging my arm and I start to follow, but then I stop.

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Harry is stood in the doorway to the arena, looking at me. Joe lets go of my hand and keeps walking over to where Coldplay are, not noticing Harry staring at me. I can't take my eyes off Harry. He can't take his off me. He takes a step closer, but I stay stuck to the spot. He walks slowly over, hands in his pockets. He gets to me and I just stand there like a lemon, in shock. He smiles,

“Hi” he says to me, I can't move, still stood there like a compete numpty. I look over to where Joe is stood, Harry takes my arm and pulls me over to the corner of the room. I are surprised somebody hasn't noticed Harry and mobbed him, but everyone is more interested in Coldplay right now.

“I've missed you” Harry says, I don't know what to do. I had forgotten about him, just. I had moved on, with somebody else, I was happy, kinda, and then Harry pops up out of no where again. I had forgotten how gorgeous he was actually, his smile, his eyes, his dimples, I can't help but smile, Harry hugs me, I just stand there, waiting for it to be over, hoping Joe doesn't see me.

“How have you been?” he asks me, once he has pulled away,

“Fine” I reply, “And yourself?” he looks me straight in the eyes, serious,

“Awful” he tells me. I frown a little,

“I need you in my life” he tells me,

“You do not understand how hard it was having to walk away from you that day, knowing I couldn't be with you, that you'd thrown me out like a bag of rubbish. I know I hurt you, and I was wrong, so wrong, but I can't take it any more Evie, I haven't stopped thinking about you, there wasn't a minute of the day you weren't running through my mind, not a second that I didn't regret what I did to you. I lashed out for no reason and I hurt you bad. I am so sorry, please, please, please forgive me baby, start over, one more chance?” he begs me almost in tears. I stand there, my mouth moving up and down like a goldfish,

“I, er, I can't Harry” his face falls, “I'm with Joe now” I explain to him. He takes my hands in his,

“But why not be with me?”, I feel so bad for doing this to him,

“Harry, I can't, I’m happy, you . . . you're not supposed to be here!” I cry, he pulls me in a little closer, trying to quieten me,

“But I am here, and are you really happy? Is it the same?” he questions. I hesitate,

“Yes, I’m happy, no, it's not the same, it's . . . “ I'm going to hate myself for saying this, “ . . . better” Harry flinches when I say it, but he doesn't give in,

“How can it be better? Think of everything we had, we were perfect for each other, we still are” I shake my head,

“No, Harry, we can't be. I've moved on, and you need to too, look, I shouldn't be here” I pull away from his grip, but he doesn't let go.

“But you are here, aren't you?” he says trying to persuade me, “What does that tell you?” I take a step back,

“That, I, that I should go” he is starting to get desperate,

“NO! That you should stay! Be with me, what if this is a sign? That after all this time, now we should be together, now more than ever?” I shake my head again staring at the ground,

No, Harry, please listen to me, I have moved on, and you need to do the same” you start to cry, and so does he.

“But what if it's meant to be?” he calls to me just as I go to turn away,

“When have you ever believed in that crap?” I ask him, regretting snapping at him a little bit, but he tries to hide a smile.

“I didn't, but I want to be with you so badly Evie, it's killing me inside! You can't mess with fate” we stop and just look at each other for a second or two, but then I shake my head one last time and turn away again,

“No, Harry” I say through tears. I look for Joe and see him talking to some girl. He hands her a small slip of paper and I see her say something to him and he grins. He shrugs his shoulders, taking her hand before dragging her to the side of the room where he kisses her. She kisses back happily and I watch as they both begin kissing each other passionately. I don't believe what I'm seeing. I burst into tears and run outside, it's raining but I don't care. I thought I could trust him, he helped me after everything with Harry and I've just had to watch him throw everything back in my face. It just doesn't make any sense. I run into the gardens and stand there, crying, I don't know what to do with yourself any more.

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I hear somebody call my name, I turn around to see Harry standing there, soaking wet,

“I could never do that to you, not now, not ever again. Evie. Please, I can't stand to see you like this, it pains me, I want you, I love you” I stand there in the rain crying feeling completely hopeless and confused. Harry slowly walks over to me. One step . . . two steps . . . three . . . he takes me in his arms and holds me tight, stroking my dripping wet hair. Eventually he pulls away slowly,

“Take me back?” he begs me. I can't tell if he's crying or if it's just the rain, but I can't resist him any longer, I smile and pull him in for a kiss, our lips collide, I suddenly realise how much I have wanted him from the start, he instantly kisses me back passionately in the pouring rain and when we stop he whispers

“I have always wanted to do that, I love you so much, Evie” he holds me tight and we stand there a while, crying with happiness, I feel so guilty for everything, but everything is going to be okay now.