DISTRACTION - PART 2
We never really broke the contact to each other, always kept in touch with phone calls and messages. Harry and I. Sometimes we met for a coffee when he was in town. But the contact has gotten less over the years. The first year was good, the second one okay, the third one was okay, too. But in the fourth year we only text each other when it was the other one's birthday.
I caught myself not wearing the ring and instead let it rest on my nightstand. At night I've been awake for hours, staring at the promise ring Harry has given me. In a way this ring is a burden to me. I can't meet new people without the fear I might get too attached to them. I'm really trying to keep my promise but the lack of contact and the lack of attention I get from Harry is making it difficult.
When I now think back to how I felt about Harry when everything was fine between us, I realize that my love for him has lessen. And the fact that we are not a couple anymore doesn't hit me as much anymore as it did four years ago. It is a painful memory but only because I remember the pain I was in when it happened.
And since the contact between is getting less and less, I'm more surprised when I get a call from a number that used to be so often on the screen of my phone.
"Harry?" I ask surprised and hear him clearing his throat.
"Hi, Y/N. I'm calling you because...you know, I'm in town right now. And I have time. Lots of time actually. Would you...Would you like to meet me for a coffee or I don't know, just so I can see you?" Harry stutters and I hastily shake my head yes until I realize he can't see my answer.
"I'd love to," I answer and a smile spreads across my face, "When and where?"
"I'll come and pick you up."
"Oh no, you don't have to. Just tell me where you are and I'll meet you there." I say, looking for a pair of shoes.
"Well, I'm kind of, you know, in front of your house? I'm downstairs, yeah." Harry says quietly and I freeze before I start laughing.
"Okay, I'll open the door for you so you can come upstairs." I tell him and open the door after I hang up. I hear him walking up the stairs to my flat and I check my hair and face one last time before appearing in the door way, awaiting him.
His style hasn't changed much over the years. He still wears black, skinny jeans and brown boots, a white shirt covering his upper body. He got a few more tattoos on his arms. In general, he hasn't changed a lot. Harry still looks the same to me which makes me smile.
"Hey." I breathe, overwhelmed by the fact that Harry stands in front of me, four years after our break up.
"Hi." Harry says with his big dimpled smile. He takes my right hand and presses a kiss to the back of my hand. His sweet gesture makes me giggle.
But just when I want to pull my hand away again, he pulls me close to his chest by it. His arms instantly wrap around my back and he buries his head in my hair. Overwhelmed, by this sudden and heart-warming gesture of affection, I return the hug just as firm as he started it.
Thinking it is impossible to ever feel the same way about Harry again, I'm now proven wrong. I feel like my heart could burst any moment when I feel his heart beating in his chest, hear him breathing close to my ear and his still so familiar scent fills my nostrils.
"How have you been?" He mumbles against my hair without ending our embrace.
"Okay, I guess, you?"
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