Lumière // h.s

[ f o r t y - o n e ]

Cait's POV.

I woke up disorientated as I had forgotten for a moment where I was. I felt lightheaded and my eyes hurt - probably from all the crying I did the second I left Harry's.

I found my phone on my pillow beside me, these sheets didn't smell of Harry thankfully.

Harry: I'm sorry, really sorry. I'm a dick. I miss you, come home please, we just need to sit down and talk. x

12 missed calls from Harry.

Harry: it's 1am and I'm worried sick about you text me where you are at least? x

17 missed calls from Harry.

Harry: Seriously Cait.

23 missed calls from Harry.

Harry: I've just driven round my neighbourhood looking for you. I've even rang Louis.

Louis: Hey sis you alright? xx

29 missed calls from Harry.

3 missed calls from Louis.

Harry: I'm so close to ringing the police.

Louis: Cait?

35 missed calls from Harry.

7 missed calls from Louis.

Harry's last text was at 3:04am, the only thing I could think about was whether he'd actually called the police. He wouldn't. Simply because of the attention he'd bring upon himself.

Me: Hey Louis I'm fine no need to worry, ring you later xxxxx

Me: Harry I'm fine.

Louis: okay good (: xxxx

Harry: Ok

With that I threw my phone down and laid back in the comfortable bed. I looked around the room, it was quite girly, one pale pink wall and a floral pattern on another, photo frames randomly placed.

There was a knock at the door before it opened. "How are you feeling?" Gemma asked holding a tray.

"Do I have to answer that right now?" I sigh.

She smiles placing the tray beside me, "I made you some toast and orange juice and of of course some tea." We both laugh as I pick up some toast.

"Sorry I disturbed you last night."

She waved me off. "It's not a problem, I wasn't doing much anyway."

We both sat in silence, I knew she wanted to ask, wanted to know.

"Go on," I say drinking some tea. "Say what you want."

She swallows. "He phoned me, I.. I told him you were here and you're safe." She spoke softly.

"Okay."

"I know you wanted to make him worry but after the thirteenth missed call I couldn't do it, he was worried sick and I couldn't see my brother go out of his mind like that."

She was right, I can't be mad at her. He's her brother and her loyalty lies more with him than me.

"It's okay." I mumble. "I understand."

After my breakfast I agreed to go for a walk with Gemma through Primrose Hill where we bought hot chocolate and pancakes and taking cute selfies. It was a nice day.

caittommo: Primrose selfie💁 @namelessgem

I instagrammed a photo of us as I sat in the taxi back to Harry's ready to face him again - I think.

I walked in, the house silent. Was he out?

I walked into the kitchen, the back door open. He was outside - Lou, Lux and Tom over. They were sat round the barbecue, I didn't know whether to go back out or go and say hi.

I decided on the latter, swallowing my pride and deciding to go and say hello.

Lou saw me first, a huge smile on her face causing Harry who had Lux in his lap to turn around, a look of relief on his face for a split second.

Lou hugged me offering me some barbecue chicken.

We spent the afternoon outside talking in easy conversation, Lux taking up most of Harry's attention thankfully, he was good with her, someone she definitely loved a lot.

When they left around 6 o'clock I offered to help Harry with the pots. He rinsed whilst I loaded the dishwasher.

"I like Lou." I comment placing a plate in a slot.

"Yeah," He coughed awkwardly.

We both continued to walk around tidying without coming into contact.

"Cait," Harry spoke when I saw my work was done and began heading for the stairs.

I turn around.

"I'm sorry." He sighed, defeated.

"I know," I reply softly.

"Can we please talk?"

I nod moving towards him. "Okay."

We stood in the kitchen, cautious of one another. Harry stood confidently, I however stood playing with my nails.

"I text her, I told her I had a girlfriend. That it was all off. Everything."

"You did?"

He nods, "I did."

"Good,"

"Cait, you have to know you're the only one for me." He walked towards me, taking my hands in his. I looked up to meet his eyes. "You're it for me, we've been together what? Nearly 2 months and I already know you're the one for me."

"You're the one for me too." I say quietly.

"I hate arguing with you, I hate what I put you through. I'm a shit person."

I cup his face. "You're not."

He tilts his head to say 'really?'

"I may have thought so a day ago," I smirk.

He laughs ridding all tension between us.

"..But you're supposed to drive me up the wall. That's relationships for you, that's life."

He kissed me, it felt so good to kiss him again.

"I love you,"

My breath hitched. No one has ever said that to me before, as in a boy - not family.

I met his gaze. "I love you too Harry," He leaned down to kiss me. He gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me slowly onto the counter.

"How about I show you how much I love you?" He asked his lips still on mine.

"Please," I moan as his hands brush over my sensitivity. "Please do."