COCO'S

27

Cloe Marín

I didn't sleep well last night.

Or the night before.

Or the night before that.

It has been three days and I have not seen him, and I haven't returned a single call or text from him either. I have been driving myself crazy.

I feel betrayed, I know that that Harry was the one that said those horrible things to me, but he changed right in front of my eyes. Then again, he should have told me earlier.

However, I also have the gut feeling deep in my stomach that I am overreacting. He has changed, and he told me everything after all. He had told me the moment he was sure he wanted more from me.

Now it's two in the morning, almost three, and I obviously cannot sleep. I am just laying, facing my ceiling. I have tried reading, movies, music, everything. But he is everywhere.

I have given up looking at my phone since yesterday, reading his texts and listening to the voicemail like a mad woman is not what I call having this situation under control. That's probably because I don't have it, and that makes my head spin around.

Three knocks on the door.

I hear them faintly, since I am in my room, but I know that I have heard them. It makes me sit up on my bed like a spring, my heart beating fast as I get a flashback from that night that Harry knocked in my house at god-knows o'clock.

I talk over the front door, looking through the peephole, seeing exactly what I was expecting.

What should have made me more comfortable, now makes my heart feel like it is about to stop, not in a good way. But the curiosity leads me to open the door.

I face a bloodshot, drunk Harry in front of me.

I am getting a bigger flashback now.

"I am not even that drunk," He says quickly when I open, his voice sounds fine, "I just needed to see you, the bloodshot eyes are from crying."

He truly sounds fine, talking about the drunkenness, but for sure not fine, emotionally.

"You wanna come in?" I say, even though I shouldn't, but I am just so tired from avoiding him. I want him, I need him, I crave his presence.

He steps into the house, but I don't move, not knowing why, I am a bit paralyzed. My eyes fill with tears looking at him, while he looks down at me with a concerned, pained look.

"I am so sorry-" He starts but I speak at the same time.

"I've missed you so much." Tears fall from my eyes, he immediately wraps me in a hug the second I say this. I can finally breathe now that I am with him, I smell his cologne, making me cry harder. "I can't lose you too. I am not strong enough to cope with that."

"You won't, I promise." He whispers on my hair, his arms around my waist and my arms around his neck.

"I am still mad." I say, not giving up completely.

Harry breaths out a laugh, "I know."

I pull apart from him, "I should've talked with you earlier, I feel such a bitch about it, but I just didn't know how, and everytime I tried to, I ended up crying, and I-"

Him kissing me cuts me off. It takes me by surprise, but I welcome it, I sigh contently into the kiss, feeling the rush, the need of him again. He kisses me with so much passion and strength that I could pass out.

God, how am I so in love with him? How did this even happen?

Him being the most charismatic, charming man I have ever laid my eyes on. There's my answer. I can't tell him, though, it is too soon and probably too much.