Apologies

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

  EVIE'S POV          

      "We should definitely hang some stuff up," I breathed, sprawled out on the couch next to Kate.                 Our apartment was gorgeous. The living room and kitchen were open and spacious, offering plenty of room for kitchen counters and a large leather sofa. On the left was the hallway with my bathroom and bedroom, as well as a tiny library/office room we had a desk set up in. The right of the living room was a hallway that led to Kate's bathroom and bedroom.       

          But all of that was minuscule to my favorite area of the entire flat. Since we were on the second floor, the living room opened up to a balcony where a small iron table with two chairs sat. I loved to just sit out there and listen to the traffic of London, looking above to see the dark night with stars sprinkled in the sky, shining bright.          

      The only downfall of the apartment was that every single wall was painted white. And since we only rented, we weren't allowed to paint the walls without consent from our landlord. This was the reason behind my best friend and I buying walk art to hang.        

        "How's this?" Kate asked, trying to hang a painting. I didn't even realize she had gotten up from the sofa and was now on a step-ladder.        

        "A little to the left," I instructed; she did as I said. "No, that's too far."        

        Kate's face started to get pink, and I knew her patience was running thin as she tried to hang the painting straight. "How about now?"          

      "A teeny bit to the right," I smirked. If I could annoy people as a career, I would. "Nope, you did it too much again."        

        Her dark blonde hair swished as she snapped her head in my direction. "I'm going to kill--" before she could finish the thought, our doorbell rang. I shot her an amused expression before skipping over to the door and opening it.        

        The first thing I saw were red roses; almost one hundred of them. They sprung out of a navy blue vase, covering up the delivery man's face.         

        "One hundred red roses for Ms. Evelyn Henderson," he said in an odd accent I had never heard before. It almost sounded made up, or imaginary.      

          I was grinning from ear to ear as I took the vase from his hands. "Thank y--" I was unable to complete my sentence; instead, my jaw practically hit the floor. In front of me wasn't just any delivery guy. In front of me stood a boy whom adorned curly hair, dimples, and bright green eyes. His slender yet muscular body was covered in a dark, tight jeans and a simple white v-neck, showing off some of his latest tattoos.        

        "Harry?" I asked hesitantly, not sure if I was dreaming or not. There was no way he was standing in front of me. Absolutely no way.         

        But when the boy just smiled in reply, I realized it was him. It was Harry--my Harry--standing in front of me.        

        Without another word, I ran to put the vase down and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. I hadn't seen him in nearly three months due to him and the boys being on tour for their second album.        

        Tears freely ran down my face, and for once, they weren't because of sadness. As I pulled away from my boyfriend, he slid the pad of his thumb over my cheek, clearing off the salty liquid.                 "Don't cry, baby," he smiled. "Don't cry."