Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Twenty-One

Saturday is as quiet as ever, but. . . I still find myself crying over the fact that I am not in the same roof as my nanny. I feel like a child. I know there are other pressing issues about my teen life like the awful news and the amount of homework but sorry, I chose that to cry over.

I stay locked inside my room for more than a few hours after lunch. I just listen to country songs and sing along from time to time. . . even read as I do those things.

I glance at my door once I hear someone knocking. To make sure someone is really there, –because standing up and walking over to the door is so overrated– I turn down the volume of my music and stare at the door.

Someone knocks again so, affirmative. I stand up and walk over to the door while pulling my earphones out.

I open the door.

He is the last person I expect to see right now. . .

"Harry," I say, slightly breathless for an unknown reason. It was strange for me that we didn't talk all week, mostly because of the fight but it's actually much stranger that he's here right now.

I just took a shower and since it's already afternoon, I choose to be in my pajamas. Great. Not that I'm embarrassed though, I'm comfortable with what I'm wearing.

I exhale, "Let's pass through the hospitality thing, I know Ivan and the maids already gave you that. May I ask why are you here?"

I hope I don't sound rude because I don't mean to be.

He licks his lips first before saying, "I'm sorry."

He says it, straightaway and I don't debate whether it sounds sincere or not. The words alone and the simple house visit are enough for me.

I smile genuinely, "Thanks. Apology accepted, by the way."

He seems startled by how easily I forgave him when he was really harsh towards me last week. I honestly don't even care, nor want to remember that so I tend not to think of it, much more hold a grudge against Harry.

"No, I have to — to get this off my chest. I'm sorry, I am very, very, very, sorry," he trails and then he stops when I hold up my hand while the other one still holds the door.

"It's okay, Harry," I say. "I forgave you the moment I walked out of the field."

Which is true. I was a little angrier at myself than him when I was walking out. Still, I do live off by my 'forgive but never forget philosophy' or more likely, 'forgive easily because you won't ever forget.'

"Please, I need to really apologize. Properly, at the very least. D-Don't make it easy for me."

Is he really saying I shouldn't forgive him instantly?

"You're a weird person, you know that? I forgive you, Harry. I've had my fair share of awful words that day," I explain, still holding tight on the door knob. I sigh leaning my head against the doorframe.

He stays quiet for a moment, probably thinking very deeply about what he wants to say but I'm not going to make things hard for him.

"My room's not at its finest condition but would you like to come in?" I ask, because I really don't want the whole house to hear anything about our conversation. They tend to make a big deal out of little things.

"Yes, please," he says, looking over his shoulder.

I open the door widely for him and he walks in without hesitation. I shut the door and when I do, he's there looking around.

I don't really feel insecure about my room because it's not much of a mess as I am so there's nothing to actually be ashamed of.

Harry stands by the bed while I lean against the door.