Harry’s POV
She spoke softly but with anger and hatred behind her quiet voice. Have I really destroyed her this much? I cant even look her in the eye I am too ashamed, I’m the one, out of everyone that has ever hurt her, who has caused her to hate herself the most and for that I can never forgive myself.
I’m lost for words from her confession. Have I really done this to her? Fuck. There is an awkward silence before I finally decide I need to say something I need to show her how much I regret Emma and all the other shit I have done to her.
“I'm sorry” I finally say, my voice cracking involuntary. The water threatening to fall from my eyes softening the anger in hers. I can tell that she knows I mean these two simply words, they mean so much yet nothing at all unless the actions needed are followed.
My eyes meet hers once more, the hazelnut colour having the effect of soften me instantly. She is the only woman that has ever had this sort of effect on me. Again we sit in an uncomfortable silence, praying for the other to speak first. When she finally does speak its the words that send my heart to cloud nine and my mind racing “I’ve missed you” her eyes sparkle and her lips curve into a small smile. The relief that floods through out my over anticipated body as she speaks the words I unknowingly longed to hear. She is all i need and from the moment I lay eyes on her yesterday I have finally admitted to myself that I missed her more than I thought humanly possible.
Before I over analyze her words I feel the my own pass my lips, “I've missed you too” and for the first time since i got here we sit in a comfortable silence. I examine her whole body, she has gained weight since I last saw her but in a good way, her body now seems full and her curves have completely formed. No matter how beautiful I thought she was before she is more picturesque now than ever.
A few more moments of silent pass before she finally speaks once more causing a stampede of thoughts running through my entire body. “How’s Taylor?” What? Taylor? Shit I have completely forgot about her in the last hour. “She is fine I guess I havn’t really spoken to her today” I honestly answer I don't want to lie to her I’ve already done enough of that. “Oh I thought ye were living together” she whispers while inflicting her sight to the standing at the busy counter waiting to receive their order or ready to place it. I don't know how to answer her but I know I have to. “Well she stays at my apartment a lot but she was still asleep when I left today” A little white lie wont hurt will it?
She doesn't look at me, she waits for me to speak again. “ anyone special in your life right now?” I say referring to a boyfriend, I know the answer already but I hate sitting in silence with her especially after all this time that I have longed to get speak with her. I hate this, I hate making small talk its not us, it never was even when we first started talking on the phone we always spent hours discussing important topics in our lives but not this time so much has changed and now its like she has taken me to another world.
She looks up at me smiling before replying to me “There's been no one since you, there never has been anyone else only you” her head has now dropped in embarrassment and a deep shade of red creeps onto her cheeks. Does she really mean this? Am I really the only man she has ever loved? Will ever love? And for the thousandth time I regret how I treated her. The way I treated myself.
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