PATIENT LOVE

Chapter fifteen

Harry kissed me. I kissed Harry back. I enjoyed kissing Harry. I want to kiss him again.

It was absolutely breathtaking being with him that way, none of the times I've imagined the feel of his lips have ever compared to the real thing. In the moment I felt like I would surely die from how hard my heart was slamming against my chest, trying to break free and land in the hands of its rightful owner.

I'm sitting in my pajamas under the covers of my bed crying, crying because I know that without a doubt that I love Harry. I love everything about him, and it makes sense. It's the only reason I have to justify what I feel, what I did, what I want to do. Everything about Harry draws me to him. From the way he can captivate the eyes of anyone to the way he looks at me like I'm the most intriguing thing ever. The way his smile can change my mood and his laugh brighten up my day. I love his compassion for his photographs; I love his personality which causes him to be so witty and charming. I love how he always wants to show me things, give me little parts of himself I'm sure that only a few know of. I love his heart, his immensely huge heart.

But I can't love him and he can never know I love him.

It's late. I don't even know how late but since I came home to this lonely apartment I've been soaking my pillows with my tears, and begging for an answer to why I can't have what I desperately want, need. And that want and need is Harry.

Minutes tick on until I have no more tears left to cry, I'm drained. I'm tired and I'm broken.

I decide that I will not mop around all night long. Since sleep isn't an option at the moment I resort to watching whatever is on TV right now: How I met your mother. It's the Slapsgiving episode and I actually find myself laughing or at least attempting a laugh when Marshall slaps Barney to the ground. It's not my usual laugh, but it was better than just staring at the screen with no emotion at all.

A knock from the door startles me. I know Lana is over at Chris' so it can't be her. I look over to the clock and see that it's really late. 2:14 a.m. to be exact.

I quietly walk over to the door, checking the peephole and my heart stops. It's only the top of his head but I know it's him. Why is he here!

My heart rate immediately quickens from just the fact that he's here. He knocks again and I realize I haven't answered still. I compose myself enough to sound normal when I open the door.

"Mr. Styles,"

"Save me the formalities. You know to call me Harry, Madelyn."

"What are you doing here?"

"You left your blazer back at the coffee shop," he says, handing me said blazer.

"Thank you, have a nice night," I say quickly, wanting to close the door before I crumble under his gaze, but his large hand stops the door from closing.

"Will you still work for me?" he asks and I'm appalled. After everything he still wants me to work for him, to plan his damn wedding?

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I simply say, clutching the blazer for dear life.

"Why not?" he has the nerve to asks.

"What happened between us is a clear reason why."

"Well, I don't want anyone else," he says as he steps pass the threshold and into the apartment. The door closes behind him.

He moves closer to me, hovering right above me and I have nowhere else to look but up at his electrifying green eyes.

"I want you."

Before I can utter a single word or breathe his lips are on mine and I'm backed into a wall.

AN: ?? xoxo

HIMYM <3

p.s. gonna get heated....warning