It had been a year since I broke up with Harry. Louis still came to see me and Liam listened to my hurt feelings. Niall and Zayn were still my movie buddies. All but Harry. Harry went back to singing for One Direction. I woke up the morning I had dreaded for a long time. Our anniversary. I opened my laptop and pulled up Twitter. I just couldn't help it.
"Omg I still cant believe @AbbyLove broke Harry's poor heart. She didn't deserve him."
"Ew... Why did Hazza even fall for @AbbyLove. She so ugly!! #disgusted"
"@AbbyLove is retarded. She belongs in a padded room!!!!"
I closed the lid to my laptop and cried. I didn't need to check my Facebook or Tumblr. It was the same thing anyway. Hate.
I must of fell asleep because Louis was shaking me awake. I groggily opened my eyes.
"Time to go shopping!" He cried.
"I don"t feel like it." I said.
He pulled off my covers.
"Lets go!"
I groaned and got dressed. He drove me crazy sometimes.
As we drove along, I noticed that this wasn't the road to the mall.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere." He answered, pulling up into Harry's driveway.
"I'm not going in." i said.
"Yes you are," He said, lifting me out of the car.
He knocked on Harry's door as I struggled to be let down.
Harry answered the door. He was dressed up in a suit and tie. His eyes were rimmed in red and his eyes were dull. He had tear stains on his cheeks.
"Hi Amy."
I melted. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Louis set me in the same room me and Harrys had slept in a year before. He left, leaving me and Harry alone to talk.
"I missed you." Harry said.
I ignored him.
"Amy, I'm sorry. She kissed me."
"You didn't pull away." I whispered.
"She was holding me to tight."
"I don't care."
Harry's hurt eyes looked into mine. He didn't know this, but my heart broke a little.
"Can we start over?"
"Maybe."
His eyes sunk deeper. I put my arms around him and he started crying.
"I really missed you Amy, I really thought you would be Amy Styles one day."
"I missed you too Harry."
"You got a lot of hate, even though it was my fault."
"Its okay,"
His eyes looked into mine. "No, Its not."
"Its fine Harry. I'm fine."
"No your not. Your hurt. I hurt you and I'm sorry."
"Its okay." I whispered. "I forgive you."
"Can I take you out Saturday?"
"Sure Harry."
"I'll pick you up around eight."
"Okay"
"Let me drive you home?"
"Lets go."
