Harry's POV
It has been three weeks since Miley and I have been together, you could say.
I finally got everything set up in my apartment.
Everything is great.
I've got a lovely girl, Mum and Gemma haven't nagged.. But I have to tell Miley.
I have to tell her my past like I said I would.
But she'd hate me.
She'd hate me so fucking much.
"Hey," Miley's voice comes from behind me, making me jump.
"Hey." I stand from my new bed and go to hug her.
"You should leave the door locked," she giggles as I kiss her nose.
"I always forget. But I have to tell you something."
"What is it?" She tilts her head to the side, reminding me of a puppy when they hear something strange.
"It's really hard for me to say this. You know that afternoon when we were telling secrets, I guess?"
"Yeah. You never told me yours."
"I know. It was for a reason. Everything is just incredibly insane and I don't want you thinking any different of me because this is who I am. I'm not the guy I was a couple years ago."
"Okay..."
I sigh and close my eyes.
I'm such an ass for not telling her before. Fuck.
"Well I was a huge drinker. It was a hard time for me because my father left me and my family," I explain.
Miley holds my hand, soothing me.
"One night I was totally smashed. I was either going to or coming back from a party. I can't quite remember everything, but most of it. I didn't see the stop sign..." I trail off.
Looking over at Miley, I know she doesn't understand.
So I continue. "I hit a car, Miley. I hit them. Hard." I can hear my voice rising and my throat burns.
"I hit my head on the steering wheel and once I gained full consciousness, I ran to the vehicle I hit. And I saw you. Dammit, I fucking saw you and you looked so helpless."
I feel the absence of Miley's hand on mine and quiet tears streak down her cheeks.
"I'm so, so sorry, Miley," I whisper. "I was such a fuck up. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." The blur of tears wanting to escape make it hard to see Miley's expression.
I don't even want to see her. Not like this.
"Please forgive me," I beg.
She only looks away.
"Miley, you have to know I didn't want any of that to happen. I know I should have stayed wherever the hell I was. But I was stupid and careless, I'll admit that. But I'm not that guy anymore. Please."
"Harry," Miley chokes. "Do you realize what you've done has caused me so much.. so much pain? So much hate?"
"Yes. Baby, please. I know how fucked up I was."
Why did my fucking dad have to leave us? None of this would have happened.
I wouldn't have killed Peter.
Miley wouldn't be hating me.
I probably wouldn't have even met Miley and I could live with that if it meant to never see her like this.
Tear-stained, Red-eyed and her tone filled with so much sadness.
"I should go." Miley is quick to stand up and leave, but I'm quicker.
Getting ahold of her wrist, I stand up and pull her to me.
"Stop, Harry." She tries escaping my grip but we both know that is impossible.
"Tell me you forgive me," I plead.
I want to hear those words.
No, I need to hear those words.
Miley shakes her head.
"But-"
"What, Harry? What difference will me forgiving you make? Nothing. Just let me go."
"Because hearing it from you will make me believe that I have changed and we can move on. Together. You don't understand how much it hurt to tell you this."
We're both crying now, our voices getting louder.
"Do you not know how much it hurt hearing that? Knowing that the boy who said he'd never hurt me is doing exactly that."
"I never wanted to hurt you!"
"Why do you even care?"
"Because, Miley.." Fuck. "Miley, I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. And having to tell you that broke my heart. I love you, Miley. Please."
I'm literally on my knees, begging, wanting her forgiveness.
She had to know.
"But see, Harry. I don't love you."
