I Promise

Forgiveness

So many thoughts are going through my mind. I loved him more than he thought I did. Leaving him broke my heart and him not calling back made me die inside. I understand he wanted to forget about me because he felt the same way I did. It worked, but after three years of misery. I hear foot steps from the other side of the door followed by Harry's voice.

"Lace. Please come out." His voice is soft and sincere. I wipe the tears that escape my eyes on the back of my hand and stand up. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. My blonde hair now tangled and my eyes are red. Whatever I sniffle.

"Lace. I'm sor.." I open the door slowly, revealing Harry standing there worried with tears in his eyes. Before he can finish, I crash my lips onto his. His arm wraps around my lower back as he pushes me into him. The feeling god so unbelievingly foreign. I've missed sharing kisses with this boy, especially now that they mean something. we were only kids back then.

I feel his lips disperse from mine. I whimper with the loss of contact. I honestly could stay in this intimate moment forever.

"I'm sorry." he whispers between breaths.

"No. I'm sorry. I was a bitch to you." I say, playing with my fingers. He grabs my shoulder, causing me to look up at him.

"You're not a bitch, Lacy. I should've called you back. It was wrong of me, I was the bitch." I laugh.

"Yeah you were." I reply. He looks at me, confused.

"I'm only kidding, daddy." I haven't called him that in years. He gives me a look of relief.

"I forgive you." I add.

He pulls me in for a tight hug. Immediately I hug him back. The last time I hugged him was the morning I left. It feels good to be wrapped in his arms again. His aftershave smells amazing.

"Oh and if you call me 'daddy' again I'll punish you." he squeezes my bum. I squeal at his contact.

"Cheeky Harry at his best." I laugh and he joins in. "You've gotten a lot hotter. This whole boy band thing is working out for you I see." I add.

"You've gotten more beautiful since the last time I've seen you." he says smiling and gently tucking my hair behind my ear.

"So what are we?" He asks rubbing his callused thumb from playing the guitar, I'm guessing, across my cheek.

"What do you mean?" I question.

"Are we friends..., or are we more?"

"I don't want to lose our friendship again Harry. But honestly I've never fallen out of love with you." I feel my cheeks heat at my confession.

"To be completely honest, neither have i." My heart flutters with his words as he gently takes my hand in his large one.

"I see you hands are still abnormally large." I giggle while playing with his fingers.

"I put them to good use."

"Harry!" I squeal, lightly smacking his arm.

"What?!" I roll my eyes. "oh I didn't mean it like that!"

"You're such a flirt." I wink at him.

"But if you ever wanted that I'm sure it'd feel very..."

"Harry!!! My god!" I cut him off. "Have you always been this perverted?" He smiles and looks down at his feet.

"Maybe." He winks.

Honestly, I kind of enjoy this playful side of Harry. It's kind of sexy. I decide to keep this little game of his going so I step closer to him, closing the small gap.