Speak Now (One Direction)

Chapter Three

AuTHORS NOTE: Hi! I know I haven't updated in a while, and I totally apolgize. I hope this chapter isn't too short. Sorry if it is, I'm sort of sick and shouldn't even be updating o:

Anyways, If you watch Pretty Little Liars and are addicted just like me, then you should really message me so we can fangirl over the Halloween Episode last night. Okay? Haha xD

Also, if you haven't noticed, I'm slightly addicted to Taylor Swift also. Its fine with me if you'd like to fangirl over Red with me too xD

So enjoy the chapter and leave me comments(:

~Jenna :)(:

Chapter 3:

"Moxie, hey." A maculine voice called from my left. My head turned as a shy smile cascaded across my lips. 

I swiftly sat down across from the curly haired boy, who had generously invited me to coffee the other day when we took eachother's company as surprise.

"Hi." I managed to squeak out, feeling rather awkward and uncomfortable. 

"How've you been?" He questioned, a familiar and welcoming smile on his face. Although this smile used to give me butterflies, now it just made me uncertain. I mean, how could I be the cause of it again? Isn't that Lauren's job?

Suddenly, I wasn't sitting in this quaint and comfy cafe anymore. The scent of th java beans had dissapeared. Instead, being replaced by the familiar smell of aftershave. I forced my heavy eyelids to open, soon discovering that I was in Harry's mom's house. My eyebrows furrowed, confused about my whereabouts.

A pair of lips were placed on my rosy cheek, planting a soft kiss. An automatic smile coursed across my face. Unable to control my actions anymore, my body whipped around. I was now staring into the gorgeous green eyes that belonged to Harry. My arms hung loosely around his neck, as he pulled me in for a kiss.

The smell of java wafted around me, as Harry's paniced voice called to me. I looked up, to see no Harry. What the hell? 

"Looking for me?" The cheeky boy asked, as I realized he was holding me. A wet tear streamed down my face.

"I need to go.." I trailed off, standing up and be realesed of Harry's grasp.

"Mox, wait." He begged, as his warm hand grabbed mine. 

Butterflies returned, and I squeezed his hand before I realized what I was doing.

He has a fiancee. What the hell am I doing? I'm just going to end up hurt, like always.

"I actually want to talk to you." He said quietly.

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I was laying in bed, listening to old Taylor Swift songs. 'Fearless' began to play, and my thoughts floated to Harry. 

He said he missed me. He said he wanted to be friends. He didn't want things to be awkward between us. He doesn't understand how much those words hurt me.

*FLASHBACK*

"Babe!" I exclaimed, as Harry's face popped up over video chat. 

"Hey Mox." He replied, running a hand through his hair. Something was up. 

My eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?" I questioned. "Did something happen today?" I referred to the 'X Factor.' Harry had auditioned for the show a few weeks ago, and had been formed into a band with four other lads from around here. Except for the blonde kid, he was Irish. 

He bit his lip nervously. "Moxie.." He trailed off. I can't take the long distance.. not anymore." He spoke soft and slow. I know it killed him to say that. A few tears escaped his eyes, and mine did the same.

My mouth hung ajar slightly, before I could work up the courage to say anything more. 

"You mean.. We're... Over?" I asked, having to pause every once in a while from the sobs. I usually didn't like when people watched me cry, but with Harry I let everything out.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry." He told me before ending the video call.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Tears streamed down my face. It's been a year and a half, and I'm still not over him.

I dragged myself from my bed and forced myslef down the stairs. I grabbed my little pint of cookie dough ice cream from the freezer, and returned to my room.

As I indulged in the ice cream, I promised myself that tomorrow, I'd tell him. I'd tell him how I feel.