broken {h.s}

009

isabelles pov

It was all weird to me. Sitting across from my teenage love of my life. One who I thought I would marry the first time we kissed. I know my morals and I know he has at least a few decent ones, too.

I hope he has morals.

I'm just really..stumped.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be looking at this lunch as a date or just catching up. This is why I liked being single and focusing on my career. Maybe that's what I need to do, for myself.

"Isabelle."

My thoughts get interrupted by a confused Harry sitting across the table from me.

"Um, sorry. I was deep in thoughts, if you couldn't tell." I stuttered out.

His green eyes crinkled in a smile, "Thoughts? I know what kind of thoughts you were having."

"Actually, just so you know, I was wondering what I am planning on ordering considering this menu is a fûcking novel!" I laughed.

"It may be a novel, but you will always find something you like."

I nodded in agreement.

Our waitress soon came over with our drinks and took our order. Harry of course ordered a burger, and I got a chicken pasta. I would normally get a burger, but I didn't want him to comment on it. He would totally accuse me of copying him.

There was silence for a little. It wasn't like it was a painfully awkward silence, but it wasn't enjoyable.

It's weird, the tension isn't going to go away. We're fine, and then next thing you know the tension pops back up.

We really need to work everything out.

"Isabelle, just say what you're thinking. I know when you're overthinking things."

Our eyes met instantly, and I got out what I've been wanting to say. What I've been needing to say.

"Harry, I'm just really confused. I don't know what you want. I don't know what your management wants. Every time I think about getting back together with you, it involves heartbreak. I see my heart getting broken again, and I don't know if we're the same as when we were kids. So, I think we should really just try to repair our friendship that we had, before anything else. Before we can even think of anything else."

I blurted it out. I finally got it off my chest, and no matter his response, I feel better.

"I mean, yeah. Of course, we're not going to be the same as when we were younger. But I know you still love me the same way I still love you. If you didn't want at least at least a friendship, you would've tossed that necklace into the deepest lake you could find. If you don't want a relationship, I can't change your mind. But I will try my damn hardest to never do some fûcked up shit again. And I really mean it, Isabelle. I've grown so much in these two years."

"Harold, you know how much this stupid necklace means to me. Even if we never dated, our friendship was something that I never thought I would have." I stated, "This conversation keeps getting sappier, but you were in my life at the times when I needed a friend the most, so I think I can find it in myself to forgive and forget. Because you're lowkey my bitch."

He laughed at the last part, of course.

"Well, Isabelle, I think we make a good team."

"Harry, literally what are you talking about?" I laughed.

"I just mean...I am really glad you're back in my life and that tension is long gone."

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authors note:

okay rlly short chapter, but i wanted to get something out and for you guys to see what their relationship is gonna look like for a while.

remember she doesn't trust him yet and needs to build a solid friendship because that's what she needs in her life

luv y'all🖤🖤