Can't Get Enough

20.

20.

Leila's POV

I miss Harry.

I want to convince myself that this is another little fight of ours.

But I took it too far.

His dad is always a sensitive subject, I should've known better. I'm first in the class, for god's sake. So, I decided to do the mature thing. Step up and apologize to my man.

He wasn't home from school yet, which was abnormal. He usually always came straight home from school nowadays. I waited on the curb in my car, tapping my forefingers on the steering wheel. I checked my backseat for everything and turned back to the front. He was taking forever. I turned up the dial on my radio playing Florence on shuffle. Breaking Down always put me in a sleepy mood. I dreamily closed my eyes and sang along.

"I can see it coming from the edge of the room, smiling in the street light. Holding my hand in the pale moonlight, can't you see it comin' round?"

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I woke up to a finger tapping on my window. The heck? I squinted myself awake and found a very destroyed Harry peering into my car window.

"Lei...!"

Oh my. He was trashed. I unlocked my car and invited him to come in. He stumbled, and tripped over air and almost impaled himself on the hood. I sighed and got out of my car. I held him still, the freezing air chilling my cheeks. My gloves were not performing very well.

"I miss...I miss you. Lei..." He was whimpering, almost.

"I miss you too, Harry."

"Don't, don't be mad...don't be mad 'cuz I'm drunk, Leila. Don't be mad!"

"I'm not mad, Harry." He finally got his elegant green eyes to focus on me. Usually so bright and full of life, now red and full of disturbance. There was something else I saw in his expression. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

"I'm messed up, L." He slurred.

"It's okay, darling."

"But I realized something...and I, I know it now. Even though...even though my mind is like, I'm fucked up, I'm only sure of one thing in my like..Leila."

He gave up trying to form meaningless sentences and grabbed my shoulders. His gloved hands warmed me instantly, I could see his strict jawline tense and the familiar smell of Drakkar Noir brought back all the feelings I felt about him.

"L. I love you too. I do. I do. Every minute of every day since I was six."

They were forming.

"And, and I know. I know you hate me. I know it. I know, I know I'm a fuck up. But you, you have to believe in me, because..."

They were falling. From both of us.

"You're all I have left. You fucking break me, but you build me. Build me so much. You make me do...this. I can't promise I won't ever again, but I will try. Try for you. Please don't go. I can't lose you." Without waiting for a response, he pulled me into a deep embrace, and even though the cold winter was all around us, I'd never been a place warmer and more loving than in Harry's arms.

That's what was in his eyes. Layered underneath the drugs and alcohol, was finally what I'd longed to see.

Love. He loved me as well.

And he pulled me in for a deep kiss. This one was peculiar, lined with our flaw but built on the only thing keeping us together. I know he felt it too. My heart was heavy. His was heavier. I felt it's weight.

All I heard in my head was our song.

"I don't care where my mind is as long as I am with you." I whispered through tears.

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"You are endless to me." We were stargazing on the hood of my car, wrapped in blankets and eating the brownies I made. When I imagined this scene in my head, Harry was a little less drunk and high, but he was here all the same. And in his arms, nothing could harm me.

"Why'd you get so trashed Harry?"

"L, don't."

"It's an innocent question."

"You know that'll ruin the moment. I'll save the answer for a rainy day." He kissed my forehead.

"It's December."

"Guess you'll be waiting a while." With a smirk, he needed the conversation. I looked at his flawless frame. God never failed to remind me that he took his time with Harry. And he was gracious enough to give him to me.

The man I never had in my life. Forever afraid of being loved, until it actually happened. My phone buzzed in my lap and I peered down at it.

Louis-still down for next Friday, love?

Op. dammit.

I quickly turned my phone over and it started to vibrate. Why, why, WHY did Louis prefer calling?

"Aren't you gonna get that?"

"I'm with you, that would be rude."

"What if it's your father?"

"It's not." I sighed.

"Who is it?"

"Taco, don't ruin the moment." I teased. I snuggled into him more, reminding myself how much I enjoyed this moment. How much I needed moments like these to be my last, not in some dingy basement with a needle up my right arm.

Right?

Right, of course.....

....

......I love Harry.

So no Louis chapter, I decided to prolong the climax (: XO

Heila, Zayla, or Lei-Lou?