brooke
brooke led harry to the living room where they sat on the couches, and harry couldn't deny that he felt a little disappointed when they didn't go to her room like they usually do.
"so?" brooke asked, tucking her legs under her body.
"look, i'm sorry, like a lot-"
"i know, you've said that like ten times already."
harry sighed, "then why aren't you accepting my apology?"
brooke glared at harry, and with anger in her voice, she said, "you know why i don't want to accept your apology? because i've seen this thing happen to so many girls around me, i even read about it in the books. the boy fucks up, apologizes, and then the girl comes running back to him after a single sorry. they're in this constant cycle of hatred and love, and i don't want no part of that."
she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "and i'm not going to forgive you just by saying sorry and that you fucked up. i moved all the way to england, to change my life positively, not to kiss a boy and then the next day have him kiss some other girl right in front of me. i thought we had something, special, between us."
brooke sighed and moved the fallen strands of hair out of her face, "and i know it was just a simple kiss between you and her. but still, it fucking tore me apart. and i'm surprised. i've only known you for a couple months, and i only met you several days ago. i just keep wondering how someone could have such a powerful affect on me in a short matter of time?"
harry tried to register her words through his head, but he was a mess, even brooke could see that. a permanent frown was drawn across his face and he had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep.
"brooke, i'm sorry. i know i shouldn't of kissed that girl, and i regret it so much. i don't know what to do for you to forgive me. but i can't let you go just because of some idiotic action of mine. i don't know what to say or what to do. i miss you, a lot, and i know this sounds foolish and weak and typical, but i can't fucking sleep or think. i don't think i've actually slept since that day. i just keep thinking of your face when i saw you; i can't get it out of my fucking head."
brooke's eyes softened at harry's words and she sighed, "i miss you too, harry. but i don't want to be that stupid girl who forgives too quickly; then gets stepped on repeatedly, in a never ending cycle."
harry stood up from his seat and took the brave decision to sit next to brooke, "i promise you, it's not going to be a never ending cycle. i know i screwed up, but i can't promise you i'll never hurt you again. i won't ever kiss another girl, but i can't say i won't do other things that you'll get mad at."
"i know, i know a relationship comes with just as much bad as good. but right now, i don't think i can deal with any of the bad."
harry looked at brooke's slim figure, her face pale and bones visible.
"i know, and for now, i promise you i won't try to mess up again. just please forgive me and let's try to forget this."
brooke looked at harry's calm green eyes and slowly nodded, "yes, i forgive you."
harry sighed in relief and wrapped his arms around her, "i'm so sorry. and i know you haven't ate in two days, so please eat something before you pass out."
brooke nodded, "we can go to my room and watch some movies, you can get a poptart."
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harry
harry had his arm wrapped around brooke's waist, watching her take little bites of her pop tart as she watched a show on netflix.
"brooke?" harry asked, his fingers tracing circles into her skin.
"yeah?"
harry looked into her eyes as she looked at him and he smiled nervously, "so, so after these past few days, and all of these events. i just want to secure things with you and i."
brooke nodded and watched harry and he bit his lip and tried to come up with a sentence, "so, what i'm basically saying is, um, would you happen to like being my girlfriend?"
brooke stopped chewing the strawberry pop tart, her eyes wide as she looked at harry.
harry became nervous as he watched her facial expression change, "oh shit. it's fine if you don't want to say yes, i hope it won't change-"
brooke shushed him by covering his mouth with her hand; laughing, she said, "yes, harry, i'll be your girlfriend.
"oh, okay, that was scary. i thought you were going to say no."
"how could i say no?" brooke leaned up to peck harry's lips before relaxing in his arms again.
an: wow so much action lol
i'm sick fml like why do i get sick on the first day of summer break?
