I wanna make love last. (Sequel-Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 22-Primrose Hill Park.

I am in a good mood today. It isn't raining —or the third day in a row—, the show yesterday was a total success, and Nathan called asking if I could babysit Sophie today. And if that wasn't enough, Summer called telling me she was coming over because she has to babysit her cousin, and it'd be better if we did that together. So yes, I'm spending my whole Saturday babysitting two kids, with my best friend. It feels like the old times when she came over so I'd help her babysit her sister.

Also, I got to speak to Harry last night, when the show was over. And I guess it went just fine, since I didn't have that dream this time.

|FLASHBACK|

I walked to the entrance with Cameron by my side, speaking about every single detail of the show. He was really excited about it, and couldn't stop telling jokes and making me laugh, until he stopped walking all of a sudden.

"Cameron?," I said, turning around to him.

"I think I won't be the one driving you home tonight," he said, pointing at somwhere behind me. I turned around again and saw Harry with his back against his car, smiling at us. I looked at Cameron, and he whispered, "everything will be okay Lex. Call me if you need anything," he smiled. I nodded and watched him walking to his car. I took a deep breath and headed to Harry.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi. I just thought maybe we could speak a bit," he smiled.

"Sure."

"Do you want to have a walk?"

"I don't mind really," I answered, and he nodded. We started walking, and from the first step we took I knew where we'd end up. We didn't exchange many words, and most of them were meaningless and silly sentences that would lead us nowhere.

"We always used to end up here," I chuckled when we arrived to Primrose Hill Park. He looked at me and sighed.

"Yes, we used to love it here," he smiled.

We kept walking through the park until we finally decided to sit down on the grass. We loved to come here when we were together, even before we started dating. There are always lots of people, parents with their children, couples, and groups of friends. We used to walk up and down the park, and then sit down to have a snack or just to keep on talking. I smiled at the memory and put my hand on the grass, slightly rubbing Harry's, and taking it away as soon as I noticed.

"So, what did you want to speak about?," I finally had the guts to ask.

"Well... you see, I've been doing things for you lately, and I thought everything was going the right way for us. But since I left you home the other day, I've noticed you look at me in a strange way, as if there was something worrying you. I just need to know you're not going to push me away anytime soon, because I wouldn't handle it. Not now, after all I've achieved," he answered, looking at me with seriousness in his eyes.

"Everything's okay Harry."

"Lex, I know you like the back of my hand, and I know by the look in your eyes that there is something worrying you. Is it Mike?," he asked, visibly worried.

"No! No, I haven't seen him since that day he appeared at my front door by surprise," I laughed. "It's just... I'm worried about this. You and me," I told him, looking at him into his eyes.

"Why?"

"Don't get me wrong, you're doing great, even beyond great, if you ask me. I would've given up already if I were you, honestly," I said, and he chuckled. "And every little thing you do just shows me that I should really give you another chance, that I should trust you once again, and that whatever comes out of this will be good for both of us."

"What is wrong then?"

"It's been four years Harry. Even if we don't want to admit it, we have changed. We're not the same kids that met outside a club late at night, and we certainly can't just act like nothing happened and try to be the best of friends again. Things don't work that way."

"What are you afraid of?," he said.

"I'm afraid that it won't work out, and I'm not talking only about being a couple. I'm talking about friendship. What if it ends up badly? I wouldn't be able to handle it again."

"Handle what?"

"Losing you. Pushing you out of my life."

"Lexie, let's just try, please. I can show you I haven't changed that much, neither have you. Yes, of course we're not those kids anymore, but we're definitely the same people. And I know it won't end up in a bad way, I just know it. Please, Lex," he said. "I'm just asking you to be my friend again. I want my best friend back in my life, Lex."

"And I want it too, Harry. I'm just scared I'll mess it up this time."

"You won't. We'll be friends and it'll be okay, and then we'll see where it goes."

|END OF FLASHBACK|

After two hours talking in that park, I finally decided to give a truce to him. He sure deserves a second chance. He's been working hard for so long, and he's just asking me to be his friend.

"Lex, wake up!," Summer said, looking at me from the other side of the room.

"I'm sorry, I was just-"

"Harry, I know. Cameron told me you had something to tell me," she said, rising up her eyebrows.

Harry's POV

I woke up today with the best feeling I've had in a while. Plus, it isn't raining -for the third day in a row-, and we have the day off. After all, it's Sunday. And I got to speak to Lexie last night.

Man, I love her. I love her as I've never loved anyone, or will ever love. I know she's the one for me. I know I'm far from perfect —only Zayn is perfect in this world—, but it's meant to be. I just know it. And I know she still loves me, even if it takes her a hundred years to admit it. I can see it in her eyes, in the way she spoke about her fears last night. In the way she took care of every single word that came out her mouth. She cares for me as much as I care for her, and she wants this to work, whatever it is.

She called it a truce, she's going to let me in again, and I couldn't be any happier. I'm finally back in her life. She says I'm allowed to mention her on twitter and all -that, of course, was on the funny side of our conversation, when we were walking back to my car-.

Despite how well our meeting went, I know she needs time. Time to figure things out, time to know which is the right way to do things now. She needs time to find her own right words, time to let herself be herself, the real one, everytime she's with me. And I'm not giving up. If I haven't in four years, why should I give up on her now? I just can't do that. I was immerse in y thoughts when I saw Summer's tweet.

Summer Evans I spent all day babysitting my cousin and @LexxieScott 's niece, and it felt like the old times :)

I smiled at the picture of Lex with Sophia and Summer's cousin, and couldn't help but remember those time Summer was talking about. Those times when they used to babysit Heather and Nikki. Those times when I first met her.

It's been four years since those times happened. And after four years, we're back on track, trying to make things work.

I'm finally back in her life, and all I know is that this time I won't mess it up.