Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

The Best Friend

Virginie's Point Of View

December 6th

Johan called again. I never really made any case of it until Harry decided to leave me alone at his house to meet in a hurry. They talked quite a bit and H was being weirdly secretive. Even though it doesn't concern me directly, I feel a little bad that he lets me behind that way. It makes me wonder who is this Joanne? That's the question that has been haunting me while I was in the shower. I keep being so jealous and I need to stop. It's not like he is mine, I don't know what he is to me... I guess that the way Harry charms people so easily makes me think I'm not the only one feeling the way I do towards him.

He promised me he would be back in a few hours to pick me up and head to the Jingle Ball together. For now, I'm left waiting and bored. I took out my fanciest clothes. I chose to wear my tight skinny jeans instead of my usual formal black trousers. I know Harry will prefer them and I just feel sexier wearing them. I put on a black strapless camisole with a classy vest and my highest black heels.

I look at myself in the mirror and I feel very satisfied with my look. I hope Harry will like it, but I realise that, for the first time, I feel confident. I see a woman in the reflection, not a victim. I feel safe and, honestly, loved. I feel like my life matters and I don't intend on wasting it anymore.

On the way back from the gym, Harry and I talked about our passions. I made him talk about his career and everything he has gone through and realised. I got a little star struck when we talked about Dunkirk and its director Christopher Nolan. Harry then got interested in the story I was writing when we were together and I couldn't believe he remembered that. It made me smile and I felt an exponential warmth in my heart.

I was surprised with the overjoyed reaction he wore on his face when I told him it was done and completed, but it quick brought his mood down when I told him I didn't do anything with it. He encouraged me to send it to publishers when we'll be back in London and send him a copy. I know he isn't really a big fan of reading, so I felt like it was such an honour for him to want to read it.

Thinking it all back makes me really happy. I can't believe how much he believes in me. A couple of days ago, I was done with him. He was part of my past and I had moved on. Now, he is back in my life, shattering every bad thought I had and the wrongs he ever did to me. He charmed his way back with much more ease than I would have thought.

I can't change what happened to me, but I can change the way I look at it.

Like a wise woman once told him on her talk show, Ellen, "when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change".

Harry saved me.

I put on a little makeup, but he is still not back when I'm ready. I decide to head back in my room, once I get in, I can smell the fresh paint as I look at the walls. It's beautifully coloured with drops of the paint we sprayed around. It's creative, spontaneous, crazy, fun, and it brings a lot more joy into the room than it was before.

My eyes now slide to the long stain on the wall of his pressed body in blue and my little figure in orange right over it. It brings immediately a big genuine smile to my lips. Next to it there are his handprints of when he kissed me against the wall. I can still feel the desire inside of me. His hands had slid on each side of me as he took my hands captive in his, creating an angel of both of our colours.

What is he doing to me? It's as if Matt never happened to me at all. It feels like we got back together after being away from so long. It doesn't feel as if we ever broke up at all. My feelings are spreading inside of me like wildfire and I can't control them. They are back exactly where I left them two years ago. In fact, they might have grown even more deeply for him. I loved him with all I was, and now, even at my lowest, he never gave up and made me be again. He is the reason I am. That's not regarding at all the crazy unbearable infatuation I feel towards him too. He drives me nuts. I am so appealed to him. God, he is hot!