We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Taking The Blame

I hug my knees tighter to my chest, feeling cold due to my soaked condition. My lip is quivering, and I know I'll have a cold by tomorrow, but I don't care. If Harry's stubborn, so am I. I will not leave his office until he hears me out. I've been trying to talk to him for so long now, but he doesn't listen. Why can't he just hear me out for two minutes? Is that asking too much? Well, considering the fact that I did shoot him, it's definitely asking a lot.
"You'll get a cold." My heart rate increases as the husky voice fills my ears. I turn around, practically jumping up from the stairs.
"Harry!" I exclaim. "Listen-"
"I don't want to hear anything. Just-"
"Oh for God's sake, just shut the hell up." I say, throwing my hands in the air out of frustration. "Just zip it and hear me out!" Harry scowls, but then he purses his lips. He raises his right hand in the air, as if he's in a class.
"What?" I ask him, crossing my arms across my chest.
"You should come inside, it's raining and you'll catch a cold." Harry says, turning around to head back in.
"You'll hear me out inside, right?" I bet he can hear the high level of hope in my voice.
"Do I have a choice?" Harry huffs and opens his office door, waiting for me to enter. I rush in behind him, before he changes his mind and chooses to kick me out, without listening to my story. Harry guides me to the lift. This is the first time that I've come here. I glance around the lobby, taking in the amazing decor. Everything is made out of wood or glass. The lobby is so immaculate, with people roaming around who are looking as good as the lobby itself. How does Harry do this? Find the hottest people or the most beautiful, and hire them. Beats me. A guy winks at me as he walks past, and Harry grabs my hand. I look at him, raising my brow.
"Didn't want you to wander off." Harry murmurs.
"How do you do it?" I say, looking at the receptionist.
"Do what?"
"Make your gang business...or whatever it is, seem like a normal office with normal people." The elevator dings open and we step in.
"What to do? I'm the best." Harry says, smirking. As the elevator doors are shutting, I realize that I've spoilt the lobby by dripping water all over the place.
"You're an arrogant person, that's what you are." I say, playfully smacking Harry across the chest. He clutches at his heart, scrunching up his face, as if he's hurt. I giggle as the doors open and Harry steps out. I follow him, feeling horrible for the mess that I'm creating. The guy who offered me food is having coffee, chatting with another man. Harry opens an office door, waiting for me to enter.
"Is this your office?" I ask him as I enter. Harry nods his head, smiling. The walls of Harry's office are covered with photos of Darcy and I. They seem to date back to the day that she was born. How the hell did he lay his hands on these photos? The desk has a laptop, and a bunch of papers on it, with a pencil holder standing on the side. Two chairs are placed opposite the desk, and there's a sofa at the other end. His office is better than I imagined it to be.
"This is..." I don't know what to say. It's better than amazing or cool.
"I know. I designed it myself." Harry says proudly. He takes a seat on the couch, but I don't follow him. Instead, I admire the photos of Darcy and myself.
"Where'd you get these?" I ask.
"I have my ways, babe." I turn around just as Harry winks at me. Suddenly, remembering why I'm here, I wipe the smile off my face and switch to serious mode.
"Harry, you need to let me explain myself," I begin. Harry opens his mouth, but I raise my palm, motioning for him to stop, and he obliges; pursing his lips. "Does the name Reggie ring a bell?"
"Yeah," Harry says. "But...how do you know about him?"
"He kidnapped Darcy a week before the shooting. He blackmailed me that if I didn't fish out information from you, and help him, he would kill her." I look at Harry, trying to gauge his expression. "I know that what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry. But I had no choice. He had our daughter, and I couldn't let him kill her. Harry...please understand. I would never shoot you on purpose." I can't tell what's going on in Harry's mind because his face is expressionless.
"Mus, I'm sorry."
"For what?" I ask him, confused.
"For not listening to you. Mus, you were right all along, and I was wrong." Harry places his face in his hands, sighing. "I'm sorry, I should have listened." Wait, why is he taking the blame?
"Harry, you don't need to apologize for anything. For God's sake, stop taking the blame for everything and making me feel bad. Once in a while, reprimand me for my mistakes." I say, frustrated at the way he put everything on himself, and is making me feel guilty.
"You want me to scold you?" Harry says, incredulity evident in his tone. I nod my head. Harry bites his lip to suppress his laughter. "Mus, how dare you shoot me? I will file a complaint and the police are going to put you in jail." We both look at each other for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Yeah, Harry scolding me will not work.
"See? I sound so stupid when I'm scolding you. I don't know how to scold you or Darcy." Harry says, still laughing.
"Yeah, it won't work." I agree, shaking my head at our stupidity.