More Than This - A Sequel

Alone

Anne and Emily made and early start to their day, waking up at 8am to go where ever. Emily just happened to be so noisy in Harry's room beside me that I was too awake to fall asleep again. Bless Harry and his super deep sleepping. Once the noise stopped, and I knew they left, I scurried down to the living room and turned on the telle. No one else was in the house except for sleeping Harry. Mick, his stepdad had left yesterday to pick up Gemma from university and wouldn't be home in a couple of days. 

Anne kindly left some breakfast on the kitchen table. I gobbled it down then went to lay on the couch. After about half an hour of dreadful cooking shows, I heard footsteps. Slowly but surely, a bed headed, t-shirt and tighty whitiey wearing Harry entered the room. 

"Morning." He muttered. Instead of just sitting down on the chair beside me, he belly flopped right on top of me. Nearly killling me. I burst into a fit of laughter while I tried to push him off. It was no use, Harry had me in a full head lock, messing up my already tangled hair. Once he let me struggle for a while, Harry stopped and sat back on the couch, I postioned myself that I was now sitting on him.

"Soo... What are we going to do today?" He asked.

"Hmmm... I was thinking the usual. Do they still have that frozen yogurt store here? And then maybe we could go to the old playground!" My heart and mind were filling with excitement. Harry and I were really going to be alone! Like old times!

"Sounds good! Get ready and I'll meet you here in twenty minutes!"

In a rush to get ready and look good, I thankfully met his deadline. Of course Harry waited at the door looking perfectly handsome with his hair messy and in sweats. 

"Lets go!" 

We were half way into town when  Harry looked at me intensly. We had just been casually talking about Louis, when he turned extremely serious.

"Do you like Emily?" I was suprised by the question, especailly because I felt so on the spot. "I know my mum doesn't. But do you?" Why was he asking me this! As his ex girlfriend, I would clearly not like his new model girlfriend. "be honest" he pleaded. I stared into his sparkling eyes, which made it hard to resist. 

"Harry, I don't want you to be influenced by my opinion. It isn't fair to Emily." I admitted.

"Ollie, I trust you more than anyone. You mean the world to me. I need you to tell me!" We had now stopped walking and were standing in the middle of a narrow, empty street.

"Harry! What don't you understand! Of course I don't like her! I hate her! Just because she is with you!" As soon as I had hollered those words, i had wished I could take them back. I stepped back in silence. Harry's face was in full shock. Not knowing what to do, I began walking fast, anyway to get away from Harry and the mess I had made. 

"Ollie!" I heard him yell after me. I broke out in a sprint, trying to avoid him seeing the tears falling down my face. I always cried infront of Harry before, but now... it just felt wrong.

I heard his footsteps running after me. I knew I wasn't fast enough, I could already tell he was almost right behind me. Deciding it was no use, I aborted to the fence covered in plants, sat down and curled up in a ball. Harry sat beside me quickly.

"Ollie, why did you run?" He asked with a deep soothing voice.  I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes while I began to blubber like a little kid.

"Its not fair to you or Emily! You moved on! Just because I haven't, doesn't mean I get to ruin your life!" I hollered. "This trip was a bloody mistake! How could I be so selfish and dumb!" My emotions from the past few weeks were all spilling out. There was no going back now. 

I felt Harry's hand slide down my hair, and then his face on the top of my head. He breathed deeply for a moment.

"Ollie, no matter what happens... you will always have a special place in my heart." He whispered. "Sure, Emily and I have been dating for a while, but you will always come first."

"But I don't get it. Why do you date her if I am more important?" Harry was always one to give direct answers, the fact that he didn't now, killed me.

"Emily and I have been dating for a while now, I guess I am just used to it. Her heart would break if I left her. I guess I am just scared. Believe me, it will always be you." Harry took a pause.

"Every time I kiss her, I think of kissing you. We were only sixteen, but the whole town could tell that we were meant to be Ollie. I will make you a promise now. It's going to you. Someday, we will be more than this. In the end Ollie, its just me and you." 

I had no idea what he was saying. Was I not good enough for him now? What kind of promise was he making? Did he love me back?

"Harry, I love you. Always have and always will. Ever since I first met you at that football game. Do you really excpect me to wait for you while your dating some model? You don't even love me!"

Harry pulled away and gave me a serious look.

"Ollie. I love you. I completely and truly love you with all my heart. More than anything in the world!" I still didn't speak. "I'll prove it." and unexpectadly, he leaned towards me quickly, our lips hitting in extreme passion. As I felt his lips on mine, I couldn't help but to think about the day I left. The last time he had kissed me so intesenly. 

We started to get into it, untill I remembered.

"Harry! You are dating Emily!" He tried to pull me back as I spoke. I tried to resist but his lips were just so inviting to me. "Harry!" I eventually pulled away completely, leaving Harry with a disapointed expression.

"I haven't kissed someone like that in two years." He winked while leaning back into the fence. 

"Well until you break up with Emily, you won't kiss me ever again."