Fall (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 4- Name

Harry

"Hello, remember me...?"

Of course she would remember me. She was probably trying to forget ever meeting me in the first place.

"So we meet again?"

I sound so creepy.

"Hey. I know you probably don't want to see me but I just want to apologize for Saturday night I was..."

I don't want to end that sentence.

I took a deep breath hoping the oxygen entering my lungs would clear my head. I stopped walking contemplating my decision to seek out this girl. This morning it had seemed like such a brilliant idea to find her, apologize, give her some cash and keep my conscience at peace. Now after tracking her down my stomach was tied in knots.  It wasn't all that simple. Making a few calls, and bribing one of the employees at LUX to give me her name and address had been the easy part. Facing her was the challenge. I didn't know her, I had no right to show up at her door after the mess I made. Why had I even come all the way to Brooklyn?

Because I had to fix this. I'm no angel, but I'm not a dick either. I've always been nice...kind.

If I lose the one good thing left in me...then who am I?

I ignored my tight stomach, and checked the address making sure it was the right number. It didn't seem right; I was standing outside a bakery. I went in anyway. The smell of fresh made bread and pastries welcomed me. I closed my eyes breathing in the comforting aroma. It reminded me of Holmeschapel.

"May I help you?" a familiar voice asked.

I snapped my eyes open. There she was. I blinked making sure it was really her. She wore her dark hair up in a ponytail, her clothes were casual and worn, and her face was clear of makeup her nose shining. Her eyes were bright, a mixture of the ocean, sky and stars. I stared at her taken aback. Thankfully, her question had been aimed at the customers up front. She hadn't noticed me yet.

The customers left and she brought her attention to a stack of papers on the checkout counter.

"Hi." I coughed.

"What would you lik-" she stopped abruptly when she recognized me.

I watched her cheeks flush a shade darker than their previous rosy pink a wave of the same livid anger from two nights ago resurfacing on her features.

"What the fuck?" She asked through gritted teeth.

I felt my cheeks become hot. I never decided what I would tell her. I desperately searched my mind for words but ended up with only ums and uhs.

"I'm sorry." I spoke finally. It was lame, but sincere nonetheless.

She was quiet for a second searching my face.

"Just go." She replied looking back at the papers she had been reading. It wouldn't be that easy.

"I know you don't wanna listen to me, but you deserve an apology, Autumn." I began.

She looked up at me at the mention of her name. She didn't say anything and I took that as a sign to continue.

"I could excuse myself blaming the crap day I was having, blaming the alcohol, drugs and dare for me to torture the waitress. Yet, it was all me. I've chosen all the wrong paths. I wanted to hurt you...I longed to make you as miserable as I felt. I was envious of your happiness." I paused meeting her deep gaze. I didn't even know I felt like that until now.

"I'm so sorry." I concluded, my throat dry threatening to close.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine. For a moment they softened seeming to read all the thoughts running inside my head. Understanding. When I blinked they were dark again.