Stranded

Chapter 35

~Cassie's POV~

He pulls me closer to him by my waist and crushes his lips to mine. This kiss is filled with longing and sadness and pain, unlike any other kiss we've ever had. Most of the kisses we shared were filled with passion or lust or sweetness, but almost none of that is here in this moment...in this kiss.

"Cass." Harry pulls away from the kiss, both of us trying to catch our breaths, our foreheads lightly pressed together.

"What?" I ask breathily.

"I love you." he says quietly.

"Harry-"

"No. Let me talk. I need to say this." he says and I stay quiet.

"I love you. I really do, Cass. And I'll do anything it takes to be with you again. I'll fucking...shave my head or...move anywhere in the world you want or-" I cut him off.

"Okay, okay I get it. You'll do anything." I laugh and he smiles.

"I mean it Cass. I'll fucking do anything you ask just please...please give me another chance. I know I've done some pretty screwed up and unforgivable shit but I'm sorry, okay? Any shit I've ever said or done, I didn't mean it alright? Just please...I don't think I'll be able to survive if I see you walk off with some other douchebag. I know I should just let you go and be happy but I don't deny that I'm selfish and I just want you all to my fucking self. If you give me this chance I swear on my fucking life I won't let you go and I won't leave unless you ask." he says.

He lightly thumbs over my cheeks and looks into my eyes.

"Please." he whispers before lightly pressing his lips to mine, our lips moving in sync.

I can't deny that I've missed this. I've missed him. But, he has done a lot of shit and I always forgive him for it but I can't let him go. He's like a drug to me. Addictive even though it's bad for you. If he's my drug then I don't want to come down from this high.

"This is your place?" I ask when we pull up into the driveway of a fairly decent sized house. It has this...old, vintage type look to it and I love that about it.

"Yea. I knew that I was gonna have to move out of my last flat so I quickly found a nice house for a good price." he says as he unlocks the door, holding it open for me so I can walk inside.

The house is very...homey. Not something I'd expect for Harry to live in. He has a fireplace in the living room which is connected to the kitchen which has a hallway that leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. Everything's connected so that it's spacious, but you don't have to walk very far.

I sit down on the créme coloured couch and sigh.

"Harry." I call to him as he's in the kitchen.

"Yea?"

"Would you mind getting me a blanket?" I ask.

"Yea just a sec." he says.

"Thank you."

The words Harry said to me are still replaying in my head. He said he loves me. Of course, he's said it before but there's something different about the way he said it this time.

"Here you go." he says and hands me the blanket, sitting beside me and turning on the television.

"Oooh. Keep it here." I say when he turns to The Notebook.

"I've never watched this movie." he says and crinkles his nose.

I gasp. "How have you never watched The Notebook? It's one of the most romantic movies ever." I say and he shrugs.