We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Teach Me To Love

I watch as Harry gets up to answer the door. We're having such a civil conversation. It's a miracle. I can see that Harry is conflicted between two emotions. He doesn't want to engage in any form with me. However, that's not what is heart is saying. I know it. I know Harry well enough to know that's he's mentally fighting with himself. I can tell that he's formed a shell around himself, and he's hidden in it for the past couple of years. But, now I'm going to break that shell, and make him see that I'm here for him. I want to - need - to improve this relationship. Every time I see him my heart breaks a little more. I've ruined Harry. I've made him a cold, and angry man. He wasn't like this. Even though Harry is a gangster he never touched me, without my permission. He beat me, but he didn't force me to sleep with him. That is proof enough that he's a good person at heart.
"Here we go." Harry says, placing a tray on my lap. He has poured my drink in a glass, place it on the tray with a white rose. I look up, wondering where he got it from. Suddenly, my eye catches a vase that's lying near the balcony door. It's filled with white roses.
"Thank you." I say, picking up the fork. The chicken teriyaki looks pretty good. I can't wait to take a bite. Drink and plate in hand, Harry takes a seat on Darcy's bed. This bed is too small for two people.
"Mus, can I ask you a question?" Harry asks me. I nod my head. "H-How are you paying for all of this?" Harry looks around the room, and then back at me. I take a sip of my drink, and finish my bite.
"Since I had Josh's support I completed my degree in medicine. I'm working as a cardiologist." I explain.
"You fulfilled your passion, and dream." Harry says, smiling. "I'm happy for you." Seeing someone genuinely happy for me brings a smile to my face.
"Thanks," I murmur.
"This is going to benefit me as well." Harry says, after a minute. I look at him, confused.
"How will my profession benefit you?" I ask him.
"I don't have insurance, and I'm in a very dangerous profession. When something happens to me I'll come to the hospital that you work for and I'm sure you'll manage to get me a discount." Harry explains, chuckling. I laugh, even though the thought of Harry getting admitted is frightening. His injuries aren't normal ones. They're highly serious and scare the shit out of me. Suddenly, Harry stops laughing, and purses his lips.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, concerned. He went from playful to serious in less than a minute.
"You're doing it again." Harry says, without looking at me. His eyes are glued to the plate. "You're drawing me in. I'll get so wrapped up in my love for you again that I won't realize the harm that you cause me. You're toxic, Mus. You're a drug to me, but every drug harms, and kills. One day, you'll decide to get up and leave me. You'll be fine, but I? I will be crushed. I'll be lost again and I don't want that to happen."
"Harry, I'm not going anywhere and I won't let you go either." I say, placing my plate on the bedside table. I manage to get off the bed, but Harry doesn't even look up so he doesn't know that I'm going toward him. I reach Darcy's bed, and take a seat beside Harry. My foot is killing me. However, I ignore it.
"I'm here. Forever. I've made mistake upon mistake by leaving you, and I won't make that mistake again." I say, taking Harry's face in my hands. "I love you." Harry moves his plate off his lap, and moves closer to me.
"But I don't." Those three words break my heart. "I've forgotten how to love, how to live happily, and freely. Can you teach me and show me what it is to love? I've gone far too long without it, and now I need to fill the void that's in my heart." I nod my head.
"I can teach you. I can love you. I'll give you everything that I've got." I promise him, placing my head against his. It's been so long since I've been this close to Harry. Before I can utter another word, Harry crashes his lips against mine. It's so unexpected that I fall on the bed. Harry doesn't stop. He kisses me desperately, and deeply. I've yearned for his kisses, for his touch. I didn't think I'd feel such a bliss when he kisses me. But, I do. I feel as if the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel as if there's nothing that I want to do other than kiss him. That's just how our night began.