Catching Kelce

Unexpected Reunion

London

November 2023

Dua

As I stood on the doorstep of Harry's London home, the weight of my emotions threatened to crush me entirely. Seeing him again after all this time, the floodgates of my heart burst open, unleashing a torrent of pain and longing that I had kept bottled up for far too long.

When Harry opened the door, his expression shifted from surprise to concern as he took in my tear-streaked face. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, offering me solace in the warmth of his embrace.

"What are you doing here, Dua?" he asked gently, guiding me inside and leading me to the living room. His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of worry, as if he could sense the turmoil raging within me.

I collapsed onto the sofa, my tears flowing freely as I struggled to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. "Harry," I began, my voice trembling with emotion. "You ruined love for me."

His brows furrowed in confusion, but he remained silent, waiting patiently for me to continue. With a shaky breath, I poured out the anguish that had been weighing on my heart since that fateful night with Travis.

"If you hadn't cheated, we would be happy right now," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But because of you, I can't trust anyone anymore. I can't even trust myself."

Harry's expression softened, his eyes filled with regret as he reached out to wipe away my tears. "I'm so sorry, Dua," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you."

I buried my face in his chest, seeking solace in the familiarity of his embrace. In that moment, all the pain and heartache of the past seemed to fade away, replaced by the comforting presence of someone who had once been so dear to me.

"I know it's hard, Dua," Harry said gently, his gaze filled with empathy. "But sometimes, giving someone a second chance is the best gift you can give yourself. And who knows, maybe Travis just needs a little grace to realize what he's lost."
His words resonated with me, stirring a sense of introspection within me. Could I find it in myself to forgive Travis and give our relationship another chance? The thought both terrified and intrigued me.

"I don't know, Harry," I admitted, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just... so much has happened between us. I don't know if I can ever trust him again."

Harry nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic. "I get it, Dua," he said softly. "But maybe it's worth considering. After all, love has a funny way of surprising us when we least expect it."

His words lingered in the air, prompting me to ponder the possibility of forgiveness. Could I find it in my heart to let go of the hurt and anger, and embrace the possibility of reconciliation with Travis? Only time would tell. But for now, Harry's words offered a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

As I sat across from Harry, the question burned on my lips, demanding to be asked. Why did he cheat on me with Olivia? It was a question that had haunted me for so long, gnawing at the edges of my mind like a relentless storm.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and met Harry's gaze, searching for answers in the depths of his eyes. "Harry," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "why did you cheat on me with Olivia?"

There was a fleeting moment of hesitation in Harry's expression, a flicker of remorse that danced across his features before he spoke. "Dua, I wish I could give you a simple answer," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "But the truth is, I was lost. Lost in a whirlwind of confusion and insecurity. And in my weakness, I made a terrible mistake."

His words pierced through me, unraveling a tangle of emotions that had long been buried within me. Anger, betrayal, hurt—they surged to the surface, threatening to consume me whole. But beneath it all, there was a glimmer of understanding, a faint echo of empathy for the brokenness that lingered within Harry's soul.
"Why her, Harry?" I pressed, my voice trembling with raw emotion. "Why did you choose her over me?"

Harry's gaze faltered, his eyes clouded with remorse. "I wish I had an answer, Dua," he murmured, his voice laced with sorrow. "But in the end, it wasn't about her. It was about me. About my own insecurities and fears."
His words hung in the air, casting a shadow of doubt upon the shattered remnants of our past. And as I grappled with the painful truth of his confession, I couldn't help but wonder if forgiveness was truly within my grasp.

As Harry disappeared momentarily, leaving me alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nostalgia wash over me. Memories of our past together flooded my mind, each one tinged with bittersweet longing and regret.

And then, as if summoned by the echoes of our shared history, Harry returned, clutching something in his hand. My breath caught in my throat as he placed the familiar object before me—a glimmering ring, its delicate band adorned with a sparkling diamond that shimmered in the soft light of the room. It was the same engagement ring he had once placed upon my finger.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly as I recalled the last time I had seen that ring, when I had hurled it at Harry in a fit of rage and frustration. But now, as he extended it towards me with a solemn expression, I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me.

"Why, Harry?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached out to touch the ring. "Why give this back to me now?"
Harry's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the tumultuous emotions that swirled within him. "Because, Dua," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness, "despite everything that's happened between us, this ring represents more than just a failed promise. It's a symbol of the love we once shared, the memories we created together."

He paused, his words hanging in the air like a fragile thread connecting us across the expanse of time and space. "I want you to keep it, Dua," he continued, his voice gentle yet earnest. "As a reminder of the moments we shared, the love we felt, and the journey we embarked upon together."

I studied the ring in silence, feeling the weight of its significance settle upon me like a comforting embrace. And as I looked up to meet Harry's gaze, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the closure his gesture had brought me.
"Thank you, Harry," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "For everything."

Author's note
Dua's finally getting her closure. I'm on a road trip and being passenger princess today so I'll have another chapter up today.