Resistance (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17: "I wanted to be home."

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Aishwarya's POV

I wanted to be done with everything, so then why am I standing here?

I eyed Harry's apartment, more particularly, his window and the illuminating light that flooded out of the tiny whole as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I left the management meeting an hour ago and walked to Harry's apartment. Gladly enough, Rebecca was handed the restraint orders and she was going to be out of all our lives. I was secretly happy to be past all the negativity that clouded my life but thankful too, in a way. She made me realise what I actually felt for him. What I had in my life and what I wanted.

My luggage was still at Eleanor's and I hoped Harry was too. I just wanted to be back in my place and his, spend time where I spent the last few years of my relationship with him. I mentally fought my decision about a million times but in the end my heart won over my brain and here I stood, struggling to get my key out of my bag and open the door.

The sight that welcomed me was gratifying even though the place was trashed. There were clothes strewn all over the couch and living room and the kitchen which was once clean and full of food stock, now stood proudly with cartons of takeaway food scattered all over.

I placed my keys in the bowl by the door and closed it. The noise that followed was loud and echoey against the silence that prevailed. Moments later Harry tiptoed from the bedroom into the living room and eyed me with shock. As for me, I stood staring at him as if he suddenly had grown a pair of extra eyes.

"I thought you'd choose a hotel instead," he ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair and it was that moment I noticed his semi naked state. Along with which, I felt the familiar rush of emotions. They were strong this time.

"I wanted to be home," truth spilled out of me. "Though this place looks nothing like I remember."

Harry turned around to make his way back to the bedroom, avoiding my question.

"It's pretty late. Stay the night. I'll take the couch." His tone was pretty different from the one I heard a few hours ago, right now he sounded annoyed and made me feel like an intruder in his home.

"Harry," I stopped him. He turned around to look at me. "I didn't come here to sleep. I need answers."

Yes, that's why I was here. I wanted to be done with him and his world. I wanted to know for once and for all if he really did love me or if he ever did.

"What do you need?" He asked so casually as if I was talking about which milk brand to buy from the store.

"What are we?" I pronounced the much dreaded question and stood there aimlessly awaiting an answer.

I know I had been avoiding him and a confrontation for so long that I was partly starting to forget but now I wanted to be past all this drama. And I knew how painful the talk was going to be but not knowing was the hardest of all.

"We can do this in the morning." He sighed.

"No."

"Really, now?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, I need to know."

His face and eyes formed an unreadable look and he averted his gaze. I stepped closer so we were only a foot away.

"Did you ever truly love me?"

"Yes, I did," He spoke instantly.

"Why?"

He stepped closer and spoke lowly in my ear.

"Why do you love me? Same reason. I'm happy when I'm with you."

I was taken aback at his reply.

"Did you cheat on me?"

"Yes." He scratched his chin and looked me in the eye. He did look ashamed but brave enough to accept his fault.

The next I had planned was if he was sorry but I seemed to be choking on my own words, struggling to get them out.

However, I failed horribly and end up standing there, mute.

I watched his eyes get coated with a thin layer of moisture and their shine disappear. I watched him watch me as parts of me broke at his words. The feeling of my insides being swallowed up and breathlessness was inevitable. This-standing in front of him and hearing the truth-was inevitable.

I hated it. But I loved him.

His next word took long enough for me to break down in front of him. And before he could speak, I involuntarily raised my hand and flew it across his face. It landed with a thud, surprising me as much as him.

"I'm sorry," he said so low I could barely hear as the sound of my slap reverberated in the enclosing of warm cozy the room.

But he did manage to apologise. At last.

Though it was useless now.

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