Secrets

One Chance

Blaire's P.O.V.

To my relief, the snores weren't just part of my imagination. They belonged to a curly-haired, green eyed boy sleeping below.

How long has he been out here?

Part of me feels bad, part of me is glad he's here.

I must look like a creep. I've been standing here for quite a while now, looking down at Harry. He looks so peaceful, so relaxed. His smooth features replace his usual furrowed-brows that are present on his face. He's beautiful.

I snap out of my trance, realizing I'm supposed to be mad at him. Honestly, I have partially forgotten why. I admit, I overreacted, but I can't stop it from hurting.

Should I leave him here? Should I wake him? But, then what?

My mind is racing with questions about what to do, no clear answer popping into my head.

It would be rude to leave him, but my subconscious tells me he deserves it. But then again, we have all made mistakes worth forgiving, right?

Sighing, bend down to shake his shoulder.

"Harry. Harry, get up."

No response.

"HARRY."

"Mmmmmmm." He moans in response, stirring in his sleep. His hands reach for his eyes to rub them as he sits up.

"Harry, are you awake?" I can't tell if he is still asleep, or not.

"Yeah, yeah" He stops rubbing his eyes, only to look around at his surroundings "where am-" realization washes over his face, his eyes going wide.

"Blaire, I'm so sorry. Please let's just-"

"Shhh, Harry, it's fine. I don't want to talk about it, no big deal."

"But it is a big deal. I hurt you. I promise I never meant to." His apology is sincere, the look in his eyes give it away. "Please, give me a chance to explain."

His voice is so raspy, yet so smooth at the same time, it's heart warming.

"Harry, I promise, it's okay. But I agree, we still need to talk."

A breath of relief is released from his system, and his face instantly relaxes.

We decide to go to "our cafe" for the second time today. Hopefully this time, I will actually make it there without any unwanted surprises.

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Harry's P.O.V.

I'm nervous.

Blaire didn't seem mad at all. Don't girls usually stay mad for awhile? But then again, she is not like most girls.

Or maybe she is waiting until we get in public to blow up. It would be easy to cause a scene that would humiliate me completely.

I don't care what the press thinks, or for that matter what anyone thinks, all I care about is what Blaire thinks of me. I cannot have her thinking I'm some "manwhore" who sleeps around with random women, because I'm not.

I admit I used to be that way, but only to try to take the pain away. Once I realized it was only tearing me down more, it all stopped. Yes, I still went to bars, but only with the lads. Women would still throw themselves at me, knowing my old ways, but I declined. That type of life was not for me.

"Harry" a hand waves in front of my face, breaking me from my memories "are we going to talk, or just sit here?"

I was so into my thoughts, I did not even realize we arrived at the café.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking, and I know what you are thinking. Those pictures made me to look like a womanizer, but I promise you I am not. Yes, I used to be, but that was before I met you. Blaire, you mean so much to me. You are probably going to think I am crazy, but just this past week I have forgotten all of the dark memories that used to haunt me daily. So please, please, do not leave me."

I said all of what I had to say in one breath, not breaking eye contact with her for a second.

"When were you at the bar when that picture was taken?" Her voice is small, almost a whisper.

"It was the Friday before I met you. Those women were nothing-"

"So is every women "nothing", Harry? Are they just a toy you play with? Are they supposed to make you "forget"? Am I just a toy to you?" I could practically see the steam rising from her, she was furious.

"No, no. Blaire, you're different. In a good way, of course. You make me feel a way I don't know how to describe, but I like it. I would not trade it for the world. I can't loose you. If in just a week we have changed each other, imagine the future. We are good for each other. Please, let me prove it to you."

Silence washed upon us. She was not saying anything, her face was emotionless. I kept silent, part of it being me not knowing what to say, the other part of me knew she needed a little time to think.

A good few minutes passed, the silence was eating away at me. Each second the nerves and tension grew higher and higher.

I fiddled with my fingers, glancing from her to my fingers repeatedly.

"Styles." Her voice was firm and sharp, almost intimidating. "You get one more chance."

A grin broke out on my face, as well on hers. One chance is all I need.