Give Me Love//H.S

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I told Eleanor everything. When she asked why he would even say that I would just give her a shrug. I wasn't sure why he would say that to me, but he needs to understand I'm hurt. I gave him everything and he couldn't even give me a bit in return. I wanted to go back to him and just continue the fight but I was to worn out.

"Well you are more then welcome to sleep in the guest room, or the couch, it doesn't matter. Just let me know if you need anything girly. I'm here for you". She said giving me a hug.

Once she walked off up the steps I sat there in the quiet living room. It was past six on the morning and I didn't want to keep her up any longer then she needed to be. I grabbed my phone and texted my mom back, but I didnt bother with Harry's. Maybe he was right. Or maybe I was right. Who knows anymore. I grabbed the closest blanket and covered up, not having a care about anything. I couldn't cry anymore. I wasn't upset about anything. Maybe this was my way of telling me I made some pretty bad decisions in my life. But Harry wasn't a bad decision. He was a bad thought I once had. I thought he was different after we started dating. I never thought he would act like this with me.  Every tear was now because of him. Every heart flutter was from him. Every smile, laugh or frown was all from him. I tried to think of anything but him at this point, but I couldn't.  My phone lit up on the coffee table and I sat up to grab it. As my eyes adjusted to the screen my heart went crazy. It was him.

"Please talk to me. I'm outside of Eleanor's. Come out".

I held my breath and looked towards the door. I cant do this again. If I knew he would check here I would of went somewhere else. But he knows me like the back of his hand. My phone buzzed again and it was still him.

"I fucked up. I'm here to tell you how bad I fucked up. Please talk to me".

My heart finally sank into the couch.

Should I even bother at this point?

I got up off the couch and walked over to the front door. I peaked out and seen him standing by his jeep. I noticed his posture was standing weak. Was he drunk? I grabbed my coat and opened the door slowly. As I made my way outside his eyes never left mine.

"Kate". He whispered.

I walked closer to him and when he was fully in view his eyes dropped to the ground. His eyes were red and puffy and his face was wet.

He wasn't drunk. He was crying.

"I'm going to keep apologizing for the rest of my life and some more after that. I am so sorry. I didn't mean it in the way you thought. I love you and would never do anything to hurt you". He said.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked around. It was pitch back, only a couple of street lamps brought light.

"You did hurt me. You used something against me that I can't control. I let you in and told you so many things and you hurt me with my own issues. What if I did that to you?". I asked pacing back and forth.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, resting his forehead on mine. His cologne filled my senses and I couldn't get enough. I had to stay strong. A fight is a fight.

"I'm so sorry baby. Please don't hate me". He whispered.

My words came back to bite me in the ass. I 'm regretting telling him that. I never meant it, I would never mean that.

We stayed quiet for what seemed like hours until I finally pulled away.

"I'm sorry for trying to make you change. You are your own person. I have no right". I said.