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

Chapter 26-Flashbacks and goodbyes.

I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine, although it wasn't unknown to me either. I looked to my right side and saw him lying there, next to me, as he had done many times before many years ago. Same lovely sleepy face, same exact position. Guess he was right when he said they hadn't changed a bit despite all these years.

And that is when I realised something, something I've been trying to run away from. I love him, and I've done it since day one. From the very first moment we met he's showed me how much he cares. We've trusted each other, more than I would have done with anyone else. In fact, I've never felt so close to anyone, I've never felt that connection we share with anyone else, not even the girls or Cameron. Harry is different. No matter what he says, no matter what he does, I always find myself smiling whenever I hear his name. I love him, and I'm afraid I always will. What if we're really meant to be together? What if, no matter how many years we're apart, we're destined to meet over and over again until we finally can make this work?

Then I remember the only bitter memory I have from the time we were together, and that's the day I asked him for some space, for some time to think, to be on my own. Deep inside I knew that didn't make any sense, because I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was just a green-eyed boy from Cheshire. But I made a fool of myself, and I let him go, I watched him slip away, and that's probably one of the few things I regret from my past. But then again, I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready for all the attention I was receiving, everyone asking me about him, unknown people tweeting me everyday. I never thought it'd be easy to get used to that sort of stuff, but they never thought how weird it was for a uni student to be followed around everyday.

I decided to ask him for some time, yes, that's right, and you can blame me for it, I do so myself in fact. But I was in love with him, and I knew that eventually things would go back to normal, that I'd be able to handle all that stuff and that we'd be together again. But it wasn't as easy as I first thought.

|FLASBACK. JANUARY 2013|

"Have you spoken to Harry since that day?," Cameron asked me, as he handed me a cup of tea.

"Thank you, and no we haven't. He said he'd give me time, but I'll call him as soon as he's back from his holidays."

"Where is he?"

"Somewhere in the Caribbean I think, though I'm not sure. Just check any update account on Twitter," I laughed.

"Is he with his fanily or something?"

"Some friends I think, but I don't know who exactly," I answered, as we heard the doorbell ringing. Cameron went to open the front door and I turned around to see Summer coming in, followed by Abbey and Natalie.

"Hey babe, how you doing today?," Summer asked, taking a seat next to me on the couch.

"Better."

"She's decided to call him when he gets back from his Christmas holidays, though I'm not sure we can call it like that since Christmas is officially over," Cameron replied, shrugging his arms. I was expecting some smirking from my friends, but I didn't get any of that. I looked at Summer and found her staring at the ground and biting her lower lip, something she only did when she was trying to hide  something.

"What's up, Sum?," I asked, as she looked over at me.

"Oh erm... nothing... it's just... do you know when Harry gets back to the UK?"

"No, I haven't spoken to him since that day."

"Well, you haven't done anything since that day, actually," Abbey complained. "And don't look at me that way, because you know I'm just speaking the truth," she added, receiving a punch from Natalie, making her shut up.

"Girls, is there something you want to tell me?"

"No," Abbey rapidly answered.

"Actually," Summer started to say, as the other two sigh deeply, as giving up whatever they were trying to do and allowing to say anything she wanted to say. "I thikn you should see this," she finally said, hanging me her phone, so I'd see the one thing that could ever break my heart into a million pieces.

I knew Harry wasn't in the UK since a couple of days after I asked him for some space. Actually, he had planned that holiday trip while we were dating, and he was very excited about it. I knew I was the one who wanted to be alone for a while. What I didn't know is that it'd take him that short amount of time to move on from me, from what we shared.

Pictures of him holding hands with Taylor were all over the net. Stupid me for not logging in since we last spoke. Why would he do that to me? I never said we were done, he never said he'd sleep around straight away. And even if we had broken up, he should've had some more respect, not for me, but for what we'd had, for our friendship.And out of all the girls he could've had in this world, he had to choose Taylor, the only one who ever made doubt of me being worth of his love?

|END OF FLASHBACK|

I don't remember much more from that day when I saw the pictures, although I don't think many things happened then. I just cried my eyes out and tried to think of what I'd say to him as soon as  he landed in London.

I looked at him one last time, still sleeping on his bed, oblivious to the world, and I smiled. I smiled at all the good memories, and decided to keep this one with me forever. 

Harry's POV

I woke up in my bed, and rapidly looked at my left side, finding no one there. I should've known. I should've guessed she'd run away from me. I had my heart broken when she called it quits, but I can't come even close to imagine how she felt when she saw those damned pictures of me holding hands and having fun with some other girl.

|FLASHBACK. JANUARY 2013|

'Maybe she didn't see the pictures. Maybe she didn't see the pictures. Maybe she didn't see the pictures.'

That sentence has been replaying non-stop in my head since I saw those photographs on the internet. I shortened my holidays so I'd be back in London sooner than expected, so I could see her as soon as possible. When I arrived at my apartment, I found I had a voice message on my phone.

'Hey Harry, it's Lexie. I hope you've had fun wherever you were. Please call me as soon as you hear this. Take care.'

And what followed that voice mail was me heading to her place, thinking I was ready to hear whatever she wanted to say. Turns out I wasn't, at all. I wasn't ready to see her crying like that, I wasn't ready to hear her speaking about those pictures and how bad it felt when she first saw them. I wasn't ready for any of that.

"This is it, Harry. I think you should go," she said, still sobbing.

"But Lex..."

"Please, leave."

|END OF FLASHBACK|

How much I've hated myself for that since that day. She only asked for one thing, time. And deep inside I knew that she would only need that one week I'd be on holidays with some friends to overthink things and reconsider getting back together. And what did I do? Hook up the first girl I could find. What do I get now, four years after that? A date with her, a night with her.

And the love of my life running away from me. And this time she didn't even let me say goodbye.