Every night, at exactly 1:00 a.m. ,
he calls me.
He tells me he needs me, that he needs all of me, forever.
Every night, at exactly 1:30 a.m. ,
he tells me he loves me and hangs up. I don’t even get a goodbye, I never have. Not even when he left me. He left at exactly 1:00 a.m. on a Sunday last November.
It’s now November 9th, A minute away from the year anniversary of him leaving, 12:59 pm. I am awaiting his call. Waiting for the ringing of my phone to blast through our - my small apartment. As the clock struck one, I waited. My phone was completely silent. The apartment was completely silent. Until I heard it. A small ring, coming from above the door. I was frozen for a minute. Not believing that it could really be him. After all this time, he finally came back to me - for me. I ran to the door, slipping on the way and falling to the concrete floor. I quickly composed myself and twisted the knob as I took a deep breath closing my eyes until I felt the cold whoosh of air from the door being opened, I slowly opened my eyes for them to land on him. There he stood, hands in pockets, towering over me by a good foot, his beautiful green eyes just as I recalled, his little smirk still plastered on his face. He stared at me. Although I had so much to say to him, so much to yell at him for, the only thing that left my mouth was the soft whisper of,
“Harry.”
He hastily pulled his hands out of his pockets, grabbed my face, a hand on either cheek, just as he used to do. He slowly leaned in, but as I prepared myself for what was to come, he stopped. He stopped and stared down at me, I thought I saw a glimmer in his eye but he quickly blinked it away before I could make it out to be a tear. His thumb was mindlessly caressing my cheek while he continued to remember me. The last thing he spoke was,
“I’m so sorry baby.”
before he crashed his lips to mine.
(author's note: hiii and thanks for reading my story! as the story goes on and more happens the chapters will get longer and longer. i hope you like it!)
