Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 9: Alone.

Chapter 9: Alone.

Harry POV:

Song: Sex (Acoustic): The 1975

I made it as far as the final step before jerking back around.

She was still standing in the same spot before the door.

Her eyes drifted across mine as I took in a deep breath.

I jogged back up the sidewalk, her lips parting with a look of confusion.

"What are yo-"

My hands cupped her face, descending my lips to hers in one swift movement before I reminded myself of all the reasons I should be mad at her.

It still felt the same.

I still felt the same- about her.

No matter what she was feeling for someone else, even if it was all in the past.

"Har-"

I pressed my lips back against hers harder and this time she didn't try to fight it.

Whitney's hands daintily gripped the material of my tee, latching onto the span of my back.

"Don't. Say. Shit. Like that." I breathed in between kiss, my voice sounding more desperate than I intended it to.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, trailing her index down my jawline.

"It's okay," I said kissing her forehead.

"Harry?"

"Mhm." I nodded.

"Thanks for not leaving me this time."

I skimmed the pads of my fingers between her shoulder blades.

"I wasn't going to let you go through this alone."

A smile parted her lips, "I really like the sound of that."

I let out a sigh, "Me too Whit. Me too."

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Whitney POV:

That's how it was supposed to be.

Ideally of course.

But here I was, sitting at this damn metal table, in this cold in empty room.

Without him.

I'm not sure which hurt worst.

Writing down this story down a second time, only to fill in the gaps with Andy's name over and over again. Every unfluid movement of the pen becoming harder than the last.

Or the ping of emptiness in my chest that would follow, one I always pictured Harry would be here to fill in this moment.

But I couldn't blame it all on him this time when it was my words which drove him away in the first place.

My eyes jerked up as the tall male officer walked in the door, "All done?"

I let out a heavy sign while nervously glancing down at what I had wrote before nodding quickly.

He walked over, examining the paper briefly before speaking.

"Don't forget the signature at the bottom."

"Oh yeah."

I quickly scribbled something that looked like my name before gathering my purse from the back of the chair and making a dart for the door.

"Whitney dear?"

"Yes." I spoke without turning around completely.

"Are you okay? I know you insisted.. but I could wait with you if you want to call someone to pick you up."