I must've listened to the song a hundred times that night. I even feel asleep with my headphones on. I couldn't believe he wrote that song about us.
Listening to the chorus reminded me of the time I was at his flat before we broke up. He told me then he needed me. That he wasn't strong enough without me.
Wow.
I closed my laptop and got out of bed. I couldn't get the lyrics out of my head.
When I went into the kitchen, I saw Torrance was on her computer.
"Good morning." I yawned a little as I made my way to grab some cereal.
"Good morning, liar." She replied.
"What?"
"I didn't know that you worked with the one direction guys." She showed me her laptop. Somehow there were pictures from last night.
"I'm sorry I lied to you. I just didn't know how you would react if I told you where I actually was."
"I wasn't going to judge you if that's what you were thinking." Torrance told me.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Now sit down and tell me everything that happened." She pulled a bar stool out for me and while I ate I told her everything that happened last night.
"He wants to take you out to dinner tonight?" Torrance asked me.
I nodded, "Yup."
"Are you going to go?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah, I guess so. I guess we just need to get our talk out of the way."
"I don't think you should." Torrance muttered.
"Why?"
"It's been four years. He can't just pop into your life and expect things to go back to normal."
"It won't be back to normal." I said.
"He might think that way." Torrance countered.
I couldn't tell her about the song. She would freak out and make it into something it wasn't.
At work later that day, I felt like I made a million phone calls. This party took a lot of work. I was currently on hold with someone for the venue when my phone buzzed on my desk.
It was Niall.
Niall: are you and hazza going out on a date tonight?
Me: no. He just wants to go out to talk.
Niall: well I've never seen him this nervous.
Oh great. I couldn't even text Niall back. Maybe it was a bad idea to agree to go out to talk. Maybe now was too soon.
I mean, if Harry really wanted to talk to me, he could've tried over the past four years.
I grabbed my phone and texted him.
Me: I can't make it to dinner tonight. I have a ton of work to do.
When I pressed send, I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders.
I got a reply from him within seconds.
Harry: okay.
I was a little surprised that that was all he said. I set my phone face down on my desk and continued with my day. I felt bad about lying to Harry, I really do, but I couldn't handle it right now.
After four years, Harry sure did know how to confuse me.
That night when I got home, Torrance wasn't there. I assumed she was still working. I actually finished all of the work I needed to early. I changed out of my skirt and blouse and into some shorts and a plain white shirt. I threw my hair into a ponytail and headed into the kitchen.
I heated up some lasagna and poured myself some juice when the doorbell rang.
When I opened it, Harry was there.
"What are you doing here?" I blurted out.
"It's nice to see you too." He said as he walked in.
I stood there stunned. How did he even know where I lived?
I closed the door and followed him into the living room.
"Why did you lie to me?" Harry asked me.
"Because I wasn't ready to talk to you." I mumbled.
"You couldn't have just told me that?"
"Niall told me how nervous you were to go out to dinner with me. I got scared." I confessed. I sat down on my favorite chair.
"What are you scared of?"
"This." I whispered. I hated the effect Harry had on me. On my emotions and my thoughts. It had been four years and he still had me wrapped around his finger.
"I know that I hurt you multiple times in the past, but I didn't come here for you forgiveness." Harry told me.
"What did you come here for?"
"I came to tell you that I'm sorry. For everything. I spent the last four years wondering what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. You were the one relationship that ever had an impact on me." He confessed.
"Why didn't you ever tell me about the song?"
Harry chuckled a bit, "Niall told you about that didn't he?"
I nodded.
"I wrote it I a spur of the moment. The day before your memories came back, when we got into some argument. I felt like I lost you, and I just started writing." Harry stood up and looked at some pictures we had up in the living room.
Over the years, I would wonder what it would be like if Harry and I had actually stayed together. Would we have been married now? Would we have a family? I didn't allow myself to dwell about it to long. The past is the past. The present is now.
"I listened to it last night." I told him.
He turned back to me, "really?"
I nodded, "It was beautiful."
"I want us to be friends, (y/n)." Harry told me.
Friends?
Could we even be friends with a past like ours?
"You want us to be friends?" I questioned.
Harry nodded and came a little closer to me, "I know it will take me a lot to earn your respect back, hell even to earn your trust, but I'm willing to take how long it will be."
"Even if it takes a hundred years?" I joked.
He smiled, "Even if it takes a thousand years."
Maybe this would be good for Harry and I. We never tried the whole friendship thing. We sort of jumped right into a relationship.
Part of me honestly didn't know if we could even attempt being friends. I thought about our past and how could you go from that to being friends.
But then I looked into Harry's eyes. They were filled with hope. I couldn't say no.
"How about we go and grab the dinner we were supposed to have?" He suggested.
"Sure, there is a nice sushi place down the street. Give me a few minutes to change." I smiled and headed into my bedroom.
