"I'm sorry, I won't come." I heard his words but somehow didn't understand. "W-what?" I stuttered into the phone with a weak voice, tears were already threatening to fall. "(Y/N), I'm sorry I can't be home by then, I have to stay here." Even though I knew what he meant my mind was still processing the situation. "No.", was all I could say right now. "What do you mean by 'No', babe?" I took a deep breath and ordered my thoughts. "It's enough I forgave you when you promised me to be there on my birthday but couldn't come, I forgave you for not going to my sister’s wedding with me even though you promised to make it and I forgave you for all the other times you left me sitting there alone when you promised you'd be there." He wanted to say something but I cut him off before he could even say one single word. "No, Harold! I forgave you when you told me I'd have to spend December all by myself that you wouldn't be there to bake cookies with me or decorate the Christmas tree with me." I breathed in again, trying to keep my voice calm and get rid of the lump in my throat while the tears were already falling. "All you promised me was one night and one morning, is that too much to ask?" He had went completely silent by now. All of a sudden all anger and hurt you felt vanished and you let out a deep sigh. "You know what? Forget it, forget that I even called and stay over there. It's too late now it doesn't matter anymore, the damage already has been done.. Goodbye Harry, have yourself a merry little christmas, I can't do whatever this is anymore, I'm out." With those words you put down the phone just feeling empty.
Harry pov:
Did, did she mean we were through? Did she just break up? I couldn't believe it. How couldn't I've seen this? Why didn't I notice that I was letting her down so many times? How could I overlook the many times I hurt her? I was such an idiot! Suddenly I felt a chill rush through me, breaking the shock that had froze me. As quick as I could I stumbled through the door telling management that I'd be going home and I don't care if they fire me, then I was gone. I drove to the airport as fast as I could, calling there to quickly book a ticket while a security brought me my stuff there. Just seconds before the personal closed the gates I sat down in my seat in the plane being all fidgety since I couldn't await to be in London but the flight would take at least 12 hours. I hope I would get her, I couldn't lose her she's my everything! As the other passengers went to sleep I was still wide awake, not able to rest because of the thoughts spinning in my head. So I was just sitting there staring out the window while snapping the little red velvet box open and shut. Finally the plane landed after hours of tapping my foot against the floor and snapping the box. I hurried out the plane and quickly grabbed my suitcase. I was driving like mad through the icy London streets hoping that she would still be in our flat. By then I was so angry at myself at letting her down and letting myself being controlled by the management. I shouldn't have let them tell me what to do in first place, I should just have done what I had planned to do for months now. After what seemed like forever I finally stopped in front of our flat running into the building quickly and up the stairs to our floor. With shaky hands I turned my key in the lock hoping for the best but expecting the worst. I snapped the door open and instantly was met by silence. Quickly I took a few steps inside but the flat was dark, there was no light anywhere and no sound. I decided to make my way down to the living room and check if she was there, even though I knew she wouldn't. Still I went into the room she had decorated so lovely when we moved into the flat. In the living room stood a big tree and I crossed the floor to turn on the switch. Instantly all the lights on the tree went on and lightened the room in a warm light. The Christmas tree was decorated so thoughtfully and beautiful, she had done it with so much concern that tears threatened to fall now. I reached for the velvet box in my pocket with the little ring in it which I had chosen so carefully a few months ago. Now everything was ruined.
Your Pov.:
The elevator was taking ages again before it finally stopped on the floor I wanted to. With quick steps I crossed the hall to the door of my flat. My tears had dried down now and I was determined to fetch my last suitcase and leave. I had been packing up my stuff all day, making sure to get everything so I wouldn't have to see Harry again. As I stepped into the flat I instantly grabbed the last trolley wanting to leave before the memories would come back hunting me again. Before I was out the door I noticed the light coming from the living room. Damn the idiot I am I forgot to turn out the light. So that there wouldn't be any danger of the tree catching fire I chose to turn out the light and made my way to the big living room. I nearly got a heart attack when I got there. A person was kneeling in front of the tree, it's big body was shaking violently. I instantly recognized the brown curls, I would find them in a million similar ones. Quickly I turned around wanting to still the urge to leave and not see him. My bad I was the goofy girl I was and bumped into a cupboard catching his attention. "Y/N." He called out and got to his feet. All I wanted to do was to run away, I didn't want to forgive him again but I knew I would if I wouldn't leave now. "No, (Y/N), please wait!" He quickly grabbed my arm but I pulled it out his grip turning to leave. I heard a loud thump and seconds later I felt strong arms capture my waist and his face nuzzle into my back. "Please don't leave me alone! You can't please, I need you. I'm sorry!" I heard him sob into my back. It was already too late by then, I had lost the fight, I wouldn't be able to leave now. I turned around in his hold and started to softly brush through his curls. "It's okay, I won't go anywhere." I reassured making him look up to me out of his teary eyes with the long lashes, looking like a little boy. "Really?" I nodded whispering a "yes", while stroking his head carefully. Giving up I let myself slide down beside him and we just watched the tree while holding each other for a while in silence. He broke it after a while speaking softly. "you know since it's December 24th you're allowed to open one of your presents.", he mused, his voice still cracky and raw from the crying. I looked up at him confused and he slipped a little box in my hands. I returned my attention to my hands after sharing a long look with him. My breathe hitched in my throat as I looked at the red velvet box in my hands. I carefully snapped it open feeling numb. In it was the most stunning small little ring I'd ever seen in my life up till now. It wasn't extreme or swanky just small and delicate. I looked up at Harry in utter shock while he searched for an answer in my eyes and tried to read my reaction. Without another word he took the ring out of the box and my hand into his. "(Y/N/MN/LN), will you marry me and make me the happiest men alive, even though I'm the biggest fool on the planet and probably never be perfect." Tears were covering my eyes now and I nodded my head violently as he stuck the ring onto my finger.
