Where Do Broken Hearts Go.

Part 9.

Your POV: I was exhausted. I had cried the entire night. I am such an idiot. How could I have screwed up this far? I loved Harry so much, and now it was most likely over between us. And for what? For jealousy?
I walked over to my vanity, and stared at myself. I looked gross, like a nightmare. But even then, I still looked better than I felt on the inside. I had to make up for what I did. I couldn't just let Harry give up on me like this. I loved him way too much for us to just.... break up. I knew what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have assumed he was doing anything wrong. Harry loved me, he's spent 6 entire years of his life on me. How could I have just accused him for no reason?
I had to convince Harry to forgive me. After a good few minutes of brainstorming ideas here and there, I decided what I was going to do. I finally took a shower, wore a cute dress, did my hair and makeup, and made a quick stop before heading off to school.
Once I arrived to my destination, I made a quick purchase, and then drove to school.
I walked down the halls, and towards Harry's locker, with a timid smile on my face. When he turned to me, he smiled, but his smile immediately dropped, sort of like he remembered he was mad at me. "Hey" I said, trying to start a conversation. "I, have to go... I'll see you later..." He said, already turning in his heel. "Wait, please don't. Can we talk?" I pleaded. I wanted to make things right, and I thought he'd at least want to give me a chance. It wasn't going to be easy, however. "Please... Harry you know I mean well..." I continued, after he chose to keep quiet. He finally turned around to face me, sighing. "I just want to say that I know you were right. And that I'm sorry" I said in a low, ashamed voice. "Yeah, I know, you already said that last night..." He responded. That really hurt. Was he trying to purposely hurt me? I probably deserved it anyway. I sucked in my pain, and decided to keep going. "I have something for you.." I said, taking out a box from my bag. He took it into his hands, and quickly unwrapped it. "Macaroons?" He asked, confused. "Yeah, I remembered how much you like them, so I went out to get you a box" I said shyly, hoping this was a good apology gift. "Yeah... Thanks..." He simply said. "I know I hurt your feelings, and I know I should have trusted you. But please Harry, can we just pretend like all of this didn't happen, and go back to the way we were? I love you, so much.... I don't think I could live with myself if I knew that I was the one who threw it all away" I said, becoming emotional. He stared at me as I stood there holding my breath, waiting for him to respond.

Instead of speaking, Harry just gave me a hug instead. His comforting embrace only meant one thing: he was going to give me another chance.
I knew he loved me, and I knew that I had to stop being jealous over nothing. I hugged him back, caressing his hair with my hands as I buried my face in his chest. "I forgive you..." He finally said, and I couldn't be more content. "Just, promise me that you won't ever get jealous again, and that you won't be watching my every move. I want you to trust me, like I trust you" he said, still holding me. "I trust you, I promise" I said quickly. I was just glad he had forgiven me. "Good... Now, let me walk you to class, like I usually do" he smirked, letting me go but holding my hand with one hand as he held his pastry box in the other. I grinned back, and I finally felt like our relationship was back to normal, back to a drama free environment.