Harry and I had been practically spending every day and night together after that. I almost always spent the night with him. I can't remember the last time I slept in my own bed and didn't have him next to me to cuddle up to. I really was in love with him and he'd made me forget almost every problem I've ever had with myself or my life. He was quite possibly perfect.
"Babe, breakfast is almost ready!" I heard Harry call from his kitchen. I smiled to myself and hopped out of bed only wearing his shirt and underwear. I walked over to him at the stove and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I kissed his back and rested my head on his shoulder. He laughed a little and kissed the side of my head.
"Morning, Love," Harry said, "I'm making chocolate chip pancakes, your favorite," He said proudly.
"I see that, thank you, what's the occasion?" I said and laughed.
"Well, my friend Niall is having this big party at his house and I know you're not really a big drinker so you probably wouldn't want to go, but it's an overnight thing and I was wondering if you'd mind if I went? I'd be back in the morning, love," Harry raced the words out of his mouth. In all honesty, I'd prefer if he didn't go but I just didn't want to sleep home alone tonight. Harry's always had this reputation for being some kind of whore I've learned, obviously it wasn't true, but what if others thought it was? I didn't want other people coming onto him. I'm sure I'm being paranoid though.
"Sure, Harry, go have fun tonight," I said with a smile.
"Thanks, babe, and when I get back, you are all mine," Harry whispered on my neck. He picked me up and kissed me on the lips rough and long, like he was leaving, and I guess he was just for awhile.
"I love you," He said as he walked out the door. I whispered that I loved him too.
I curled in the big queen sized bed by myself that night.
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I woke up that morning wondering how long it would be before Harry got home. I realized when I walked in the kitchen for breakfast that I haven't made a wish in awhile. I should've wished he'd be here and be mine.
Harry finally walked in the door looking less than thrilled but I ran into his arms and tackled him regardless.
"I missed you so much Harry, I love you," I half sobbed into his chest.
"I missed you too. And I love you more than anything in the world I promise," He said into my hair while he hugged me much harder than necessary. I could tell something was wrong, I just had no clue as to what that something was.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Harry held onto my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and started crying
"Harry! What happened what's wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"I'm so sorry, love. I really am. I am so sorry." What on Earth was he talking about? I just looked at him confused.
"I...I slept with someone else at the party..." Harry said through sobs "I didn't mean to I swear, I was so drunk I couldn't even think straight, I'm so sorry, babe." I let go of him and my face dropped while my heart sank and shattered into a million pieces of glass. He may as well have just crushed it on the floor. The tears came next, along with the anger. It almost didn't make any sense to me, how any of that could have been true. I coudn't even find the energy or want to speak. I backed away and walked out the door instead.
"Wait! Please! Don't leave me!" Harry yelled through his tears. "Talk to me please say anything."
"Fuck you." I said without turning around. I heard him stop following me and I think he dropped to his knees.
"I'm so sorry, I love you." I barely heard him whisper. This sent me into a rage of anger because I knew it was a lie. I turned back around and went inside and slammed the door.
"If you loved me you wouldn't have slept with someone else at that party while I was home wearing your clothes because they smelled like you and I missed you so much!" I said even thought he tears came out worse near the end. "I should've listened to everyone else! Why do you have to be such a fucking manwhore?!" I screamed and walked back out the door, slamming it again. I walked to my car and sat there and cried for a minute. I had no idea if Harry planned on coming out here for me, I doubted it since he clearly didn't actually care about me, as I'd thought. Once I'd stopped the tears enough to see and drive I went home to cry in my bed for the remainder of the day.
I woke up from crying myself to sleep to 18 texts from Harry. All along the lines of "They didn't mean anything to me," "I love you," "I'm sorry," "Please come back, love." I deleted them all and the tears started again. I walked to the convenience store down the street and passed the fountain on the way. I stopped at it and thought that if I had made the wish that he'd stay mine, he'd still be here. Now I was blaming myself and that was something I didn't need. I threw a coin in the fountain anyway and wished he'd still be mine. I wished he'd still love me. Then I walked back home, never actually making it to the store.
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One more chapter I think :)
