Chapter Ten - Like

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-Day 14 of 100-

Jane's POV

I am standing in front of Harry's bedroom door. Ready to say sorry for everything, again.

My hand propped itself just inches away from the door. I was hesitating whether to continue or not. But of course, my hand knocked by itself. (Okay that sounded a bit creepy)

I knocked one, two, three, four times. I heard a muffled wait and shuffles inside. I rocked on my heel and waited patiently.

The door opened revealing a sleepy Harry. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Then he spoke, "Jane?" He blinked as if he was dreaming.

"Yeah. Uh, can I talk to you?" I bit my lip, obviously nervous of what his answer will be.

He groaned, "Can't it wait?" He looked at his wall clock, "It's 9 o'clock in the morning."

"It can't. You could continue sleeping after I say everything." He inhaled a sharp breath.

He held up two fingers, "Alright. Two minutes." Is he that angry at me that he only gave me two minutes to talk and then sat on his bed?

But at least he gave you two.

"Are you going in or what?" He snapped. I shook my head and took a careful step inside. His room has white walls with a navy blue bed. A cabinet on the side, plasma tv propped against the wall, a bathroom, books stacked and a laptop.

It was clean, which was expected. His cleanliness can be seen just by the way he moves.

I sat down on the study's chair, fiddling with my fingers. I noticed that Harry was only wearing his white t-shirt and a boxer.

"Your two minutes starts now." He declared and I took a deep breath and started,

"I'm really sorry, Harry." I started, he looked at me, surprised, "For everything. By everything I mean including me. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate your apology and I know that you thought wrong about the way I said it but-"

"I did." He cut off. I shook my head, pretending I haven't heard him.

"-I didn't mean it that way. I wish I haven't said it. Then maybe - just maybe - we could be friends. I know you don't want to and I'm really sorry that I push myself to you. I push you to be friends with me and all. I know I'm unwanted here. I'm really sorry about that."

Harry's looking at me, softly. As if I was a delicate piece of paper that would break if ever he glares at it. That's when I realized a tear escaped my eye. Stupid eye.

I wiped the tear away, "I'm just really sorry, Harry. I know that this might not change anything but at least I said sorry, right?" I chuckled lightly, wiping another tear.

I sighed again, "So yeah, I guess that's two minutes. I'm sorry for bothering you. You can go back to bed now." I smiled at him, making my way to the door.

I was holding the knob when Harry said, "I'm sorry, too." He sighed.

My hand released the knob slowly and turned back slowly. "What?" I asked even though I heard it.

"I'm sorry, Jane." He sat at the edge of his bed, his hands rubbing each other nervously.

"I'm sorry that I was making you two weeks hell here. It's just that, you're just - I don't know, - Something? I'm sorry about everything. I know I'm not the best person to be with, thank you for your patience and all the things you did."

Harry walked to me, I lowered my head. "Jane, just let me tell you this alright. You are not unwanted here." He cupped my cheeks then held my head up. My insides were feeling butterflies. Electricity.

"Then why do you hate me?" I questioned. He released my cheeks and walked back to his bed.

"I do not." He protested.

I shrugged, "You're actions before tells me otherwise."

He sighed, "I just don't want to get attached again. As much as possible to girls." He explained.

I didn't say anything. Not even a word. Then he spoke, "But I wish I never said I never wanted to be friends with you." He said.

I smiled at that. It made my whole system jolly.

"And, you don't push yourself to me." He pursed his lips, "I like it actually. I find it cute." Harry told me I was cute. Ahaaaa.

"Huh." Was the only thing I could say. I don't know what to respond. I didn't even move from where I am. If Bella barges in, the door would hit me.

Bella. She would be so happy that Harry and I are making amendments. She'll ask for details, just like typical Bella.

"Also, don't be sorry about yourself. I made you feel like a garbage, so I should be the one saying sorry about that. Just don't let anyone take you down, okay?" I nodded. Harry sighed then walked to me again.

He stopped in front of me. I can feel my heart beating so fast. This is so bad, so so bad.

I shut my eyes and bit my lip, but I was pulled by Harry and I slammed onto him. I opened my eyes so suddenly.

My heartbeat being so erratic, my palms are sweaty with butterflies and fireworks everywhere. My cheeks heat up.

I slowly hug him back, closing my eyes again. Savoring this moment, I know this'll be a memory.

We stayed like that for another minute, until he broke the hug. He gripped softly on my shoulders and said, "Jane, can we start over again?" He said.

My smile went so big, ear to ear. I am so happy, he wanted to start over again.

"Sure, we can." I smiled widely that if you don't know me you might think I was some girl with a mental disorder.

He smiled at me too, his dimples denting his cheeks. I never realized it was that deep. I mean, yeah I saw it, but never that deep. His dimples are so attractive. I'm a sucker for it.

I sighed, happy that everything will hopefully be good, "Alright. I'll go now. I never expected for our conversation to be reach this starting over again level." We chuckled.

Harry didn't say anything, "Hmkay. Bye Harry." I said and opened the door but he stopped me by holding my wrist.

"I'm Harry by the way." He grinned, holding his hand out. I furrowed my eyebrows but he kept on grinning, then I got what he was trying to do.

"Hi Harry, I'm Jane." I shook his hands, electricity running once again.

"Hi, nice to see you here." He said and smiled cheekily. I didn't say a word.

I am so overwhelmed with his hand never leaving mine and us starting over again.

Maybe there was another reason of me wanting to be friends with him. Maybe because.. I like him.

(A/n:

Double update! I love you guys! Sorry t'was a bit short. =))))

Ps: school again tomorrow. Bummer. Booo)

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