I walked out of Forever 21 while putting my wallet back into my purse and didn't look where I was walking. I roughly bumped into someone and fell hard on the ground. My phone flew out of my hand and fell on the ground.
"Oh my god," someone shouted, "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
A hand was stretched out for me and I gladly took it. The person, which clearly was a boy, pulled me up and grabbed my phone from the ground. A big crack was seen right on the screen.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled.
"I, ehm, I'll buy you a new phone."
I looked up for the first time and my breath got stuck in my throat. I took a deep breath and then sighed.
"Harry."
Harry scratched the back of his neck and then looked me right in the eyes. "Yeah, I'm sorry."
I watched his face and saw his eyes being bloodshot. I squeezed my eyes tightly. "Are you high?"
"What.. No!" He looked at me in awe. "Definitely not! Why would you think that?!"
I felt my cheeks burning in shame. "Oh, well, you're eyes are bloodshot," I said with a soft voice.
"Oh..."
Awkward silence.
"Well, I'm not."
Another awkward silence.
"How are you?"
I sighed. "I don't know. Good, i guess?"
Harry nodded and shut his eyes down. "Good, good."
"How are you?" I asked softly.
He let out a deep sigh and lightly shook his head. "I really don't know. I wish I could tell you I'm fine, but... I don't know."
I forced a small smile on my face and took another deep breath. "You'd like to go lunch somewhere? Only if you like to."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, I'd love to."
***
"Okay, now tell me how you really are," I said.
We were waiting for our food and drank some red whine. Harry's eyes were still bloodshot, less then before, but still.
He sighed softly. "I don't know. The last three months..." he spoke. "I don't know, they were killing me."
I felt some weird feeling in my stomach and myself blushing slightly. "Oh..."
"Yeah," he sighed again.
"Well, these three months were pretty tough, indeed," I agreed.
Harry looked up for the first time since we sat here. "I heard you met someone?"
My eyes widened. "What, no. I haven't," I said confused. I frowned and saw a kind of relief expression in his eyes. "Who told you that?"
He shrugged. "Some of the girls..."
I rolled my eyes. Some of the girls in our group of friends were real ignorant, I really didn't understand why they still belonged to our group.
"And you actually listened to them?" I asked in disbelieve. Harry shut down his eyes again. "Hey, look at me," I said with a soft voice and a small smile, which he didn't see. I placed one finger under his chin and forced him to look at me. "I haven't met someone since we broke up, okay."
Harry smiled slightly. "Okay."
I sighed. "Okay? That's all you have to say?" I chuckled.
Harry smirked. "Maybe. Maybe not." I rolled my eyes and laughed slightly. "Maybe I really missed you. Maybe I'm glad you haven't met someone."
I held in my breath.
"But I know for sure that I regret everything I've done which caused me my perfect relationship with this beautiful girl."
I shyly laughed. "Harry," I whispered but Harry cut me off.
"I really want you back, (y/n). You don't know how many times I stood there with my phone in my hands with your number stand by. You don't know how many times I stood in front of your door, too scared to actually ring the bell."
My eyes slightly began to water. "Really?"
"Really," he whispered. "Please, (y/n), forgive me. Can I please have one more chance? I only need one more chance, I promise I won't fu- screw things up."
I laughed. "It's okay, Haz. I forgive you."
He sighed in relief and leaned in his chair. "And the chance?"
"You get one more chance. But seriously, promise me you won't hurt me or let me down."
"I won't, baby," he smiled. He took my little hand in his and kissed in gently. "I love you. And I promise to buy you a new phone since I broke the damn thing."
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