Miley's POV
"But Shay, he's not even answering my calls." I sit back in frustration.
Why is he ignoring me?
Okay, I know why. I fucked up.
"Stop by at his apartment," Shay suggests.
"I don't know if he wants to see me. I wouldn't want to after what I said to him."
"Just go."
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I hesitate when I'm on his doorstep.
My hand hovers over the wood and I eventually knock.
It was so soft I don't know if he could have heard it.
When he doesn't come to the door, I decide to turn the knob.
It opens.
"Harry! You're going too fast! Slow down!"
What the fuck? There's a girl in here?
I follow the noise and it leads to Harry's bedroom.
I feel my throat stiffen when I hear chuckles coming from Harry and the girl begging behind the door.
I go with my gut and burst through the door.
"Harry wh-"
A brunette sits by Harry, Play Station controllers in their hands.
"Hey, Miley. Wanna play this racing game with us? It's pretty intense."
I stand there shocked at the view in front of me.
Harry's eyes are bloodshot, a deceiving grin on his face.
"I thought.." I trail off. "Wait. Have you been drinking?"
I step closer to the two, the girl not saying anything. Just staring.
"So what if I have?" His attitude is so different. Where's the Harry I know?
"Oh, so you're Miley. I'm Alice, Harry's old friend. He's been talking about you this-"
"Shut up, Alice." Annoyance is clear in Harry's voice.
She does what she has been told and I'm biting my lip trying not to cry.
How could Harry go back to alcohol?
"Can I talk to you, Harry?" I half whisper.
"Yeah, go ahead. I'd love to hear this."
"Alone.."
Harry rolls his eyes and walks past me, going outside into the hallway.
"Excuse us," I tell Alice.
She ignores me and begins to light a cigarette.
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Harry is sitting on the floor looking blankly ahead when I arrive in the empty hall.
"I want to start off saying how sorry I am," I truthfully say. "I lied. I was just angry. I love you, Harry. I do."
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Harry's POV
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My tired eyes meet Miley's once those uplifting words fill my heart.
"I do forgive you. Please believe me." Miley crouches down next to me.
I smile. "Look who's the one begging now."
"Harry, I know what I said and I didn't mean any of it. Yes, I am upset about Peter but no one could have stopped what happened. I forgive you and I need you to forgive me too."
"You don't get it, do you?" My voice cracks. "I love you and you said you didn't feel the same way in the most heart-breaking way possible. I'm not sad or upset. Not at all.
It's my heart that's upset.
My feelings are everywhere at the moment. I had too many drinks and Alice took me home. Just look at me."
I'm a wreck. My hair is messy, my clothes probably don't even match and my breath most likely stinks of vodka.
So much can happen in a day and there is only so much a person can take.
"Miley, you don't have to say anything. If you think telling me you love me is going to fix the both of us, you're wrong."
Miley's hand fiddles with pieces of my hair and she forces me to look at her.
"I'm sorry," I apologize.
"No, I'm the one who's sorry."
Her lips softly collide with mine and I pull her closer to me. I need her with me right now. I've always needed her.
"I love you," I hear her whisper.
"I love you. So much," I say back.
