I woke up the next morning with a book covering my face, instantly becoming giddy. Harry was coming over and probably soon. I checked my phone and sure enough, he had sent a text twenty minutes earlier saying he would be here in one hour.
Which meant I had forty minutes to get ready and I was in bad need of a shower. Typing out a quick reply, I tossed my phone on the bed and ran in to the bathroom.
As the water hit my body, I couldn't stop the silly smile stretching my lips. Even though I'd had a fight with Adam last night, I felt brilliant. Perhaps it was wrong of me, perhaps it made be a bad girlfriend but I didn't care about him and his feelings in that moment. He could take his sneaky manners and shove them far up somewhere the sun doesn't shine.
I was aware I needed to stop avoiding it, to set my foot down soon, but still contemplated what to do. Perhaps I should break up with him. I wasn't even sure I still loved him like I once did. Honestly, if I truly did, I shouldn't even have to consider it to begin with.
We had been together for long and he had helped me tremendously. He would be crushed if I left him, even more so if I confessed having kissed Harry, and it wouldn't be easy for me either. But I couldn't help feeling things were going downhill and I definitely couldn't lie about what I felt.
I kept telling myself Harry had nothing to do with it all, but it was simply lies to make me feel better. There was something between us that I couldn't quite put words to. If it was the old feelings from before, our bond slowly knitting back together, or if it was new feelings, I was yet to find out.
What I did know was that I really cared about him and despite all I was happy that he had moved back. I wanted him to be a part of my life, whether Adam approved or not. Maybe that could be his ultimate test. If Adam accepted my decision to have Harry in my life, I wouldn't have to break up with him.
But then there was the tiny detail of me being insanely attracted to Harry, a thing that seemed to be mutual. And we had kissed. A lot. The thought drowned my good mood and made me feel a bit disgusted. I had cheated on my boyfriend on multiple occasions and here I was thinking bad things about him.
With a low curse spilling from my lips, I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. It was probably for the best that Adam left yesterday. He should be mad at me. And I needed some time away from him to sort through my thoughts and feelings.
After brushing my hair and deciding to skip makeup, I got dressed in black shorts, a white tank top and a red flannel. Pulling on a pair of black boots and some jewellery, I jogged downstairs to put on a pot of coffee. As I waited for it to brew, I wrote Harry and asked if he had eaten breakfast.
Harry: Nope, but I'm bringing some so don't bother cooking x
Smiling, I poured a cup of hot coffee and sat down by the kitchen table to wait for him. Just when I started to feel antsy and thought about grabbing the book from the night before, there was a knock on the door and I jumped up.
I flung the door open and a breath caught in my throat as I took him in. Harry was beautiful where he stood before me, the sunlight hitting him from his right. The unruly, loose curls moving in the light breeze, a golden glint to them in the early morning light. His almond shaped, jade eyes looking curiously at me, slightly narrowed. "Good morning," he drawled with a smile, showing of dimples and perfectly white teeth.
"Hi, come in," I said and backed up, giving him space to move inside.
He wore a pair of battered, light blue jeans and red Converse, paired off with a simple white t-shirt. His skin was tanned and made the tattoos stand out. I knew I was staring but couldn't tear my eyes away.
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FanfictionBest friends since they were kids, Ella is devastated when Harry leaves. Despite their promises of keeping in touch she never hears from him again. But when he unexpectedly returns to town four years later, Ella's world is about to be turned upside...