Rewind {Sequel to Heartbreaker In Manhattan} (H.S)

Chapter 8

Liv's POV

His lips were on mine for the first time in a long time. It was what I wanted, but at the same time isn't. I kissed back for a little while until I was brave enough to pull away. He looked at me for a while before he had the courage to speak. What was he going to say? I asked myself, was he going to be angry that I rejected him? Was he going to be upset? I didn't know what was going on inside his head, and it was killing me.
"I'm sorry," I eventually said, breaking the deathly silence that was present
"I..." He stopped for a second, "I thought you wanted this?" He questioned, his face fallen. I hated this, I didn't mean to make him upset. I was honestly just taken so aback by what he'd just said about time
"I do," I dropped my head, I couldn't look him in the eyes
"Then why?"
"Just not like this,"
"What do you mean?" He asked, "can you look at me?"
"I mean, I want this," I told him, "I really do. I want us back more than you could ever imagine, just not like this," I looked up at him and could see tears appearing at the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall. I felt like I had just broken his heart, "we need to take it slow,"
"Slow?"
"If you want this back we can't just jump back into things the way we were," I said, "we need to slow down,"
"But..."
"We rushed into things way too quickly last time, and that was my fault,"
"I don't get it," he said, a tear had managed to fall and make its way down his cheek
"I don't want this to be like last time," it was true. There was too much crap that went down last time, "I want this to be real, I need it to be real,"
"So you're admitting it was never real for you?" He was getting angry now, and I swear I could feel his heart breaking again, for the second time in a month by the same person. Me
"It was always real for me," I said honestly, "I just need this time to be real,"
"Why? We're in love, we love each other, what's the difference between now and six months ago?"
"Everything's different Harry, so much has changed. We're not the same people we were six months ago. Hell I'm not even the same person I was two weeks ago,"
"I'm just so confused,"
"We need to take this slow, we can be together, but not like we were, at least not yet, I'm not ready," he didn't say anything so I continued, "I'm not ready for the fast paced romance we had, I need to take this slow, we can go on dates, we can watch movies and cuddle on the couch,"
"I just feel like there's a but coming,"
"There isn't, I just, at least for right now need to do things the traditional way,"
"We're far from traditional," he said, almost laughing
"We are, but that was the old Liv and Harry, I think it ended badly last time because we just jumped straight into everything,"
"We did jump in head first," he said, finally getting what I was saying
"We did, so can we try and be traditional?" I asked, "at least for a little while,"
"We can try,"
"We just have so much going on, that we need to focus on," I told him, "we need this all figured out and soon, we can't keep looking over our shoulders every bloody minute,"
"But there's one thing we need to do," he said
"What's that?" I asked
"Ron just emailed me while you were out, we need to and I quote, 'amp up the romance'"
"Like that's going to be that hard," I said, with a laugh, "we already knew that we had to show the world that none of this was affecting us in anyway at all,"
"That's true," he said, a small smile appearing on his lips, "you know I honestly thought you were going to end it before,"
"No way, never in a million years," I smiled, "you don't have to worry about me leaving you and ending it, I'm not going anywhere,"
He looked at me for a second, "can I," he said trailing off, "can I kiss you?" He asked
"You don't have to ask ev..." And he cut me off by pressing his lips to mine.

We stayed kissing and cuddling on the couch for quite a while, when I had an idea, "does Johannah have a Twitter?" I asked
"Yeah she does, don't know what it is though," Harry told me
"All good, I'll search it up," I picked up my phone of the arm of the couch and opened up Twitter, I typed in the search bar 'Johannah Parker' and sure enough an account showed up, I clicked on it and noticed that she was already following me. Her icon was a photo of her and Harry, my Harry, at a cafe, she was looking at her phone as was he, "did you know about this photo?" I asked, showing him the icon
"Just a paparazzi photo," he said, "wait show me again?" And I did, "it's a fake photo,"
"What?"
"A fake photo, my hairs longer than that now," he said, I looked at the photo again and noticed he was right, his hair was pushed back with a bandana, something he hadn't worn in a while
"You're right," I said, I exited out of the picture and clicked follow on her account, and composed a tweet