Why Me?

Chapter Twenty

Adelaide's POV

*Two*Years*Later*

I woke up to the bright sunlight that shone through the dark curtains. I reach over to my phone and checked my Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. My eyes see a message from Harry. It reads "Miss you. Hope you can stop by my flat soon." There is another message with his address. My mind takes over and practically forces my fingers to call Harry. After two and a half rings, he picks up.

"Hey," he greets me, his voice raspy.

"Hi," I simply state. "I read your message, so I decided to call you."

"Oh, I know I fucked up big time, please forgive me?" he begs.

"I don't know..." I tease.

"PLEASE???"

"Hmmm...Yesh. I guess I could try to forgive ya."

"Thanks."

"Mhm. So when are we gonna meet up?"

"I was hoping today."

"Sure, but only if we go somewhere, I shall let you choose."

"Okay. Wear something that you would wear to a party."

"Oh great..."

"Well, I guess I will see you later?"

"Yeah."

"Bye beautiful."

I hung up before responding. I wouldn't have known what to say. Never have, never will. I walk over to my wardrobe and slip out a navy blue fitted dress. I went over to my vanity, pulling out my hair curler and my makeup bag. Grabbing my brush, I comb it through my hair, getting it caught in a knot every so often. I plug in my curler, and set it to its highest temperature. I do my makeup before doing my hair. I do my concealer, foundation, pressed powder, blush, and bronzer (you use it to contour, if you didn't know) before doing my eyes.I make a dark blue smokey eye, then, I grab my navy blue liquid eyeliner, drawing a perfect line across my lids and creating a wing on each eye. Twisting the cap off of the black mascara, I glide the brush across my lashes, causing them to become twice their original length. Grabbing my heels, hand bag, and sliding my heels and necklace on, I walk out the door. Realizing that I had forgotten my keys, I run as fast as possible without falling into the house. I walk back out once I snatch the keys off of the table. The ride there was silent, the only exception being the GPS telling me when and where to go. I pulled into his driveway, switching off the contraption. I unbuckle my seat belt and reach for the door handle. Not feeling it there, I look up to have my eyes met with Harry's. He opened the door without me knowing. He smiles softly, putting his hand out to help me up. I gladly accept his polite offer. We walk into the flat hand-in-hand. He opened the door for me. Walking inside, I was afraid to touch anything because of how everything looked. He looked different. He still had the tattoos and piercings, but he didn't wear the same black clothes anymore. He wore colorful clothing. He lived in the rich part of town which had made me debate with my subconscious about whether or not he stole money from someone. I kept saying he didn't, but my mind begged to differ. I trusted my instinct, as usual. I couldn't sit down on the couch because I was afraid of breaking it. When I sit, I sit gracefully, which means I plop down. I don't bother at my flat to sit down gracefully, mainly because there was nothing to break really. The sofa was a broken, old rented one that I didn't really care for. Harry gestures me to sit down, which I oblige since I don't trust him completely. I followed his instructions because I don't know if he has changed at all.

"So, why did you want me over here?" I ask, trying to hide my fear.

"Because I want you back. I really do. I know I fucked up a lot. Please, just let me take you out tonight to prove my love to you." Harry begs.