Complicated // h.s.

twenty-six

btw that is sawyer's wedding dress and i am in love with it because weddings are my thing so i enjoy writing things about weddings just because i get to look at things for weddings

*One Month Later*

*Harry's POV*

Absolutely nothing had changed for me since the last I have spoken to her. I was still devoting all my time and energy to work. I'm not quite sure that I have gone on a proper date since Sawyer.

I didn't want to. I still wanted her just as much as the first time I touched her. She was like a drug and I was addicted to her in every way: physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was engraved in my mind and body like a tattoo and she made sure that she wouldn't remove herself. I couldn't even go one day without think of her. Her touch, her skin, her eyes, hair, everything. She became everything to me in a matter of months and then she was gone.

I knew it was mostly my fault because I told her to go on with her life and if we were meant to be, everything would fall into place. I knew that I said that but I wish I hadn't. I wish I just pulled her in my arms and told her that it was going to be okay. But now I'm a wreck and longing for her every waking day.

I walked through my apartment going straight to my seemingly just cleaned kitchen. The hallway light was on indicating that Ava, my in house maid, was still awake probably preparing to go to bed. I pulled out a beer and set it on the counter before warming the food that she prepared me in the microwave. I opened my bottle of beer and took a long chug of it before Ava cleared her throat behind me. I turned around abruptly wiping my hand against my mouth and then heard the microwave go off. I glanced at Ava one last time before getting my food out of the microwave and sliding it on the counter so that I could sit at my breakfast bar.

"What are you still doing up?" I finally asked before taking a bite of my pasta.

I hummed with satisfaction as the food warmed my mouth.

"I told you about working so late. It's not healthy for you." Ava lectured like she did every day.

She was slowly becoming a motherly type figure to me. She was in her late forties and she would swat my hand whenever I did something wrong and she would make sure that I knew that she disproved.

I rolled my eyes not in the mood for her little speech after a long day.

"I have a business to run." I scolded.

She rolled her eyes back at me and slapped my shoulder. I groaned and held my shoulder with a scowl.

"Ava, I pay you to clean and cook not slap me." I grimaced.

She smiled at me and sighed.

"Somebody has to." She winked before moving around in the kitchen and getting a pile of mail.

She set it before me as I was continuing to enjoy my meal. I glanced at it briefly until I saw the name that was carved in my thoughts. I grabbed it and opened it gingerly. I haven't heard from her in over a year so this was a shock to me. And as I read what it was my shock still continued and then sadness became to take its place.

Please Join Us For the Wedding of Sawyer G. Kendrick and Keeton H. Moore.

A date and venue was also placed on the invitation. I read over it continuously trying to figure out what the actual hell was going on.

"You have got to be shitting me." I finally spoke.

Ava peeked over to what I was looking at. I stared at the invitation contemplating on setting the shit on fire or calling Sawyer to asked what the actual hell was going on.