Lumière // h.s

[ s i x t y - f i v e ]

Harry's POV

I'd slipped out of my sisters birthday and found the roof top to the building, only my sister would have a party with a roof top.

Thankfully no one had found it, I was alone with my thoughts away from everyone. I wasn't able to tolerate my sister's drunk friends, or my family members who are only interested in fame for much longer.

I was also sick of the sympathetic looks being sent my way, especially from my mother who had spoken to Cait and even met Jamie. She hadn't spoken a word about Jamie to me, only that Cait seemed to be beaming.

I sat quietly, looking out across London, passing planes and ambulance sirens. I couldn't help but think where it all went wrong.

Me. I'm the one who was wrong, who messed up, who lost her, who let her walk away.

"Hope you're not thinking of jumping?" The voice made me jump, I wasn't expecting company. Especially not hers.

"Me? no, never."

Cait bit her lip contemplating whether to sit or leave.

"Take a seat, I don't bite." I tried to joke. She smiled nervously sitting down, she wasn't right beside me, but she was there.

"How have you been?" She asks after a moments silence, the London wind brushing the both of us.

"I've been.. alright. Yourself?"

She smiles, not at me just at the air, at nothing. "I've been great."

"I saw your first Vogue cover debut, congratulations."

"Thanks," She chuckles. "I was so nervous that day, I almost rang you."

I swallow. "Why didn't you?"

"Jamie he.. surprised me, turned up with flowers and everything." She smiled as if she was reliving it, making me instantly jealous that I wasn't the one who did that for her, I wasn't the one to celebrate her first vogue cover.

"Oh,"

"It didn't make me wish It wasn't you though Harry."

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything.

"Sometimes, I'll get in from work and he'll be on my sofa, waiting. He'll make me a huge meal, or bake me surprise cakes or show up to a shoot and surprise me. And I'll be so happy, and in that moment I know that I love him.."

Was she attempting to break my heart again? She didn't even look at me through her speech, she just stared out at London.

"But it's the little moments, you know?" She asks looking up at me briefly. "It's the not so subtle touches, his sense of humour is completely different to mine and he doesn't get jealous - I've even tried to make him jealous," She frowns. "He's who I should be with, on paper he's perfect." She shakes her head.

"But are you happy?" I ask my voice hoarse.

"I tell people I am." She exhales. "Everyone believes me, thankfully. He's just, he's not you."

"You got a tattoo." I state looking at the back of her neck.

She smiles touching it, "Yeah."

"Love Forever and Always," I repeat the words scrawled on her.

She doesn't look at me, she looks content and happy.

"Jamie's best friend is a tattoo artist,"

Of course he is.

"I was feeling low one day so I went round and got it tattooed randomly."

"Cait Tomlinson not thinking something through, alert the news." I joke.