(Y/POV)
"How the fuck can you not see how this makes me angry, Henry?!"
I storm into the living room to try and put some distance between me and Henry.
"I don't get why me talking to her upsets you?"
As I look into Henry's eyes, I can see that he clearly has no clue, which just seems to piss me off more.
"Because, dipshit, she's your ex?! How would you feel if I started talking to my ex's?!"
Henry gives me a pained look. "Don't."
Take an exasperated sigh, I ready myself for a fight. "See! You hate the thought of me doing it but I'm supposed to be all happy that you're talking to your ex?! I don't fucking think so Henry!"
Before I know what I'm doing, I'm turning towards the door.
(Henry/POV)
"I'm sorry! Y/N, don't leave! Come ... back. Shit!"
Fuck! What the fucking hell is wrong with me?!
I throw myself down onto the couch and put my head into my hands. Looking back, I can see what I've done wrong but damn it she didn't have to leave!
I have no clue what to do. I'm stuck between running after her and staying away from her to let her cool down. God, I've no idea what to do! Why am I constantly fucking this up?!
Suddenly, an idea pops into my head and in a split second I've dived for my phone and rushing to find his bloody number.
Ring
Please pick up
Ring
Fuck sake, man. Pick up!
Ring
Ring
Fuck this! I'm ready to throw my phone against the wall when he finally picks up.
"Hello?"
"Charlie, thank the fucking Lord!"
"Woah, Henry. Chill out will you? I'm not wanting to go deaf anytime soon, thanks."
In my desperate state, I didn't even register how loud I was.
"Sorry. Look I need your help with something."
(Y/POV)
I've been walking around in circles for half an hour now, my legs are starting to go numb from the cold.
I've thought about going back but decided every time to let Henry sweat it out a bit longer.
I just don't get how he can be that thick?! How can he not see that him talking to his ex like she's his best friend would upset me?
He hates it if another guy even so much as looks at me a certain way. He'd have a stroke if he found out I was talking to an ex.
I walk for another 20 minutes before deciding I should head back to the apartment. As I get closer, I start to feel nervous.
Did I over react?
My common sense goes out of the window when it comes to Henry. God, I love him too much not to care this deeply.
Maybe I shouldn't have stormed out the way I did without listening to his side of the story, but, my god, I was too scared I'd say something I'd regret when everything calmed down.
I get to the front door and slowly open it before suddenly stopping. Spewed out all over the hall are red rose petals, all in a long trail headed up the stairs towards our bedroom.
Damn, he's going to make me feel super guilty isn't he?
(Henry/POV)
I can hear her open the door, which only amplifies the nerves I have raging through me. God, I hope she doesn't swiftly turn right back out that door. I probably deserve that.
Charlie gave me a proper shouting at after I relayed why Y/N walked out on me earlier. He put it all into perspective for me.
Jesus I'm a big fucking idiot.
The sound of the door lightly closing breaks me free from my daydream and right back into the real world.
I'm going out of my mind wondering whether she's walked out when I hear the stairs start to creek ever so slightly from her climbing them.
She's stayed! She's bloody stayed!
I'm still standing in the middle of the bedroom, rooted to the floor in fear, when she so very slowly opens the door and looks up at me.
She looks as nervous as I do. Before my brain can register anything, she's running into my arms and our mouths clash together.
(Y/POV)
Seeing him standing there, looking like a mass of nerves just made me feel so overwhelmingly guilty, that before I knew what I was doing, I was flying into his arms and searching for his lips.
Our mouths melt together and it's the best feeling. His tongue slides along my bottom lip, his silent request to let him in.
Just as I let him in, he's wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms fly around his neck as he starts to head towards the bed.
In seconds, I'm on my back in bed with Henry still on top of me, our mouths still joined. I moan when he pulls away from me, but refuse to remove my arms from around his neck.
His deep blue eyes with their unique brown flecks stare right into my soul. They scream regret and sadness, which only intensifies the guilt I felt when I walked through the door only moments ago.
I go to speak my apology when he puts his finger to my mouth, silently asking me to listen to him first.
"I'm sorry, so so so sorry. I should've known, I was being stupid. It never really registered until you left."
I take my hands and cup his face, watching his face fill with sadness and his eyes start to water.
"I'm so sorry, love. I've never been so scared in my life than when you left. I was terrified that you wouldn't come back."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left for so long."
He looks deep into my soul before speaking again.
"I love you. I love you more than anything and I hate myself for hurting you. Am I forgiven?"
His eyes are pleading with me and they melt my heart.
"Not entirely, but I'm sure you'll make it up to me." I say, smiling up to him.
I'm granted one of his knockout smiles as he starts to lower his mouth to mine again.
