Time to get out

Love isn't enough but its all we have

Kat's POV

Harry came home.

Harry, at home.

Harold, came back. Just like he said.

He didnt leave forever.

No matter how i said it, it sounded wrong. He wasnt meant to come back. I was suposed to forget he existed, forget i fell in love with him and move on with my life. And i had done all of those things but suddenly. He was back. Dylan knew, of course. I had told him everything. The only question he had asked was if i wanted him back. My reply was simple. 'I will never not love him. But he left once.'

Dylan understood and i loved that i didnt have to explain anymore because i could barely think about Harry, let alone talk about him. 

I hadnt seen harry yet. I came home to Harper, in tears on the couch with the dogs crying around her. Steph wasnt home which was weird. When i got harps to calm down the only word she was capeable of was, 'matty.'

After an hour and some waffles she had told me everything. Matty had moved on to some slut names Emelie that he met whereever it was they went. Luke had literally begged for Steph's forgiviness and had taken her back to his place, and Harry. Harry was standing there looking really sad. Apparently he had asked about me but Harps hadnt said anything about Dylan, just that i was doing good. He said he was happy that i was happy. And then he matty and the slut left, leaving Ash and Niall and Harper but she had left straightaway, fearing that if she didnt she would either get a regretable tattoo or fuck one of them. Possibly both.

"Harps." I whispered into her hair as we cuddled on the couch.

"Why the fuck did they even bother coming home." she cried.

"I don't know babe, but it doesnt matter." I whispered though i knew it did matter. It mattered alot.

After a while we were both asleep. The dogs had curled up around us and we kept each other warm under some blankets. We were woken though, by the door bell. It was dark out and as i got of the couch, Harper instantly went back to sleep, buyring her head deeper into the pillow. Someone must have buzzed them in and when i opened the door i nearly died. Harry.

He was wearing black jeans and white shirt. A grey hoodie and grey beanie and of course, his boots. He looked older, more worn and tired looking. His green eyes were as bright as ever though and when he smiled i nealy fell on the floor. His nose was red from the cold and he looked so adorable but still sexy.

"Hello." He said, voice deep and accent thick.

I looked down and around the room, but not at him. "Hi Harry."

"Look at me Kat."

I shook my head, but looked up to him. "Why are you here?" I demanded angrily.

"I told you i would come home didnt I?" He smiled like it was cute.

"Yeh three years ago maybe!" I yelled, standing my ground. He pulled back the hand that was reaching for my waist, shock in his green orbs.

"Kat, our plans changed. Things went wrong and we had to improvise. I wanted to come home ever single day. I missed you more then i missed my fucking parents! And i havent seen them in years! I...Kat..I love you. Doesnt that mean anything?" He almost begged.

"Harry sometimes love isnt enough."

He pushed past me, walking into the apartment. "That's bullshit. You told me yourself that when you fell in love nothing else would matter."

"I fell in love with you Harry but you left me. I was alone for three years, wondering where you had gone. If you were ever coming home. If you were even fucking alive! I cried for weeks! I looked for your stupid curly hair everytime i walked out of the house! I would go to the cinema and sit there, waiting for you to come and sit next to me, to kiss my shoulder like you did that time before we ran out half way through! but you never did. You never came home."

"I'm here now!" He protested.

"It's too late." I said, my phone chiming a new message as if on cue. Dylan

"Seriously?" Harry spat. 

"Harry you should go."

"No fucking way, i need to see this guy."

"No you dont. You chose to leave my life Harry. and i am choosing to save my heart and not let you back in. Just go."

He adjusted his jacket, pushing his beanie back further before walking to the door. He turned before he left though, tears briming his eyes. "I love you Kat. and i have never loved a girl as much as i have loved you. Even after three fucking years your still the one and there is no fucking way i am giving up on you. No fucking way. Because love is enough."

He emphasised the last sentence before kissing my cheek and closing the door.