So Into You

CHAPTER 24

The next day class passes by in a breeze, and I decide to head to the gym. I have all this pent up energy that I need to get out; the last few days have really been a whirlwind. When I arrive at the gym, it's relatively empty, good; it will be easier for me to focus.

An hour and a half later, and I feel so much better, the tension has somewhat been released, and I feel like I can function. I grab a post-workout meal from across the street before I head back home.

At the flat, the girls aren't back yet, and I decide to watch some Netflix. Just as I curl up on the couch, the doorbell rings. Who could that be? I walk towards the door, and when I open it, there's a delivery man with a vase of white roses.

"Delivery for Nat," he says.

"I'm Nat," I reply as he hands the vase over to me. I set it on the table so I can sign the delivery form.

"That's it. Have a lovely day, miss," he says.

"Thank you, you as well."

I close the door, and before I read the card that comes with the flowers, I already know who it's from.

Nat, I know you asked for space, but I just thought I'd send these to brighten your day. I do care about you, and I hope you can see that.

Harry.

I sigh and put the card down; he's really trying to make letting him go harder. If I'm being honest with myself, the smart thing to do is to let him go, but of course, I always make things harder. I'm lost in my thoughts that I don't notice Iris coming in.

"Oooh, those are pretty!" she says, startling me.

"Yeah, they're beautiful."

"Harry?" she asks, and I nod. "So much for space, huh?"

"I guess you could say that."

We sit on the couch, and she asks.

"How do you feel about it?"

"More confused than ever, to be honest."

"How come?"

"I don't know. Obviously, the smart thing to do is to let him go because his feelings aren't where mine is, and I can't keep hoping that he'll get there. You know?"

"I get what you're saying but do you truly believe that he doesn't care about you? Because those flowers over there beg to differ."

I sigh again; it seems all I've done today is sigh, but she has a point. I don't doubt that Harry cares about me; he just doesn't love me.

"I know he cares about me, but I don't know if that's enough for me."

"Okay, I'm only going to say this once. Harry might not be my favorite person right now, but I do think his feelings are further along than you think. Maybe the flowers are a start for him to start showing you that. You deserve the world, babes, and I hate to see you this way."

My eyes start brimming with tears again; for someone who has always prided myself in being able to hide my emotions, I've been a mess this last week. Iris throws her hands around me. I don't want to break down again, so I take deep breaths.

"I promise you, it will all work out, babe," she says when she breaks the hug.

"I hope so."

The rest of the week flies by, and I have received a delivery every day from Harry. On Wednesday, it was a customized box of Haagen Dazs Vanilla bean ice cream. Thursday came with a home spa care package, the note simply saying to treat me. Although he hasn't text me all week, every gift has come with a personalized note in his handwriting.