I walked into work the next day after the eventful night before, I had so many missed calls and texts from Jessica asking me where I had ran off too. I didn’t answer back. I awoke this morning with the worst hangover and felt so sick but I need to work, I need money.
I started serving the usual customers when Jess walked in and stared me down, I sighed and smiled at her “Afternoon “I mumbled. She just huffed and ignored me. Tonight’s going to be the death of me I thought.
My shift finished at 1am and I had to walk home, I hated working those shifts it’s so scary walking home alone at that time. Half way home I heard my phone ring in my pocket. I grabbed it out and seen it was a text message.
Clarissa I’m sorry about last night, I wish I could explain so much more to you. Just hoping you haven’t changed your number over the year. I still love you dearly and knowing your closer hurts me because I can’t see you.
Love Harry.
I stood there reading the text over again, the cold or harsh winds didn’t bother me anymore. The only thing tearing me up was his words, why can’t he see me anymore, doesn’t he want me no more. Is that why he left me, he left without telling me he didn’t want to see me. Tears threatened to spill out again, I just shook my head “ I need to be strong “ I told myself “ no more tears “.
Once I got home, I through my bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen making myself a coffee. It’s been an hour since that text message and not one tear has been shredded. I felt proud of myself. After making my coffee I sat on my couch and flicked through the channels but my peace was disturbed by my phone ringing in front of me, I groaned and grabbed it answering it “Hello Clarissa speaking “Imumbled into the receiver.
The next voice is a voice I didn’t expect “Clary“Harry slurred. I sighed he was drunk again “yesHarry?” I asked into the phone “I need you “he told me. I sat there silently not knowing what to say “you texted me saying you did or can’t see me “I told him straight out. I heard him sigh “where are you ?”, I didn’t know if I should let him know, but I missed him and this being the only chance of seeing then I should take it so I told him my address and waited for him to arrive.
It was 3am when I heard a knock at my front door, I sat up from the couch and answered the door seeing that it was Harry, I went to smile at him but was caught off guard when he crashed his lips on mine. I wasn’t expecting that but caught my composure and kissed him back wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him inside and closed the door behind him.
He pulled away from my lips but leant his forehead against mine “GodI’ve missed you “he whispered, I looked up into his beautiful eyes and nearly cried. It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to him. “I missed you so much more “.
He smiled lovingly down at me and kissed my nose. His signature move he use to do when we first started dating. “Let’s sleep “he told me as he grabbed my hand. I leaded him to my room and climbed into my bed after I changed into my pjs. He climbed in just in his boxers.
I know you’d probably thinking, why let him back in?Well he is the love of my life and we didn’t break up but I’m taking this chance just for tonight. I need him for tonight.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him, breathing in his scent he still smelled like Vanilla and mint. It smelt amazing, who knew you could miss someone so much that just by the smell of them could make you go crazy.
He slowly started kissing all over my face and neck, but I pushed him slowly “ we need to take things easy please “ I told him, he smiled and nodded kissing my forehead and wishing me goodnight before we both feel asleep holding each other like we once did.
I have my love back, but for how long.
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Red Rose (Harry Styles Fanfiction a.u)
RomanceA single Red Rose lays upon the bed, where we shared our last first kiss. The Rose is the everlasting object of our love. The only hope that you will return to me, my love. Who knew a Red Rose could hold so much importance to one person, who knew th...