twenty-three hours later
harry;
Sophie, I've been worried sick. Please respond.
sophie;
harry i may have done something
harry;
Oh my god, Sophie! Are you okay? What happened, please tell me what happened.
sophie;
i was framed for drug usage but everything is ok now but i need to confess something
harry;
What babe?
sophie;
i uh kinda flirted with the cop in charge of me
sophie;
nothing happened but he does have my number and thats just because my number is now in my records and he can freely look at them
sophie;
but i kinda told him that my number was there and that id bring him donuts sometime and idk i wont but
sophie;
im sorry it really didnt mean anything
sophie;
im so sorry babe
harry;
Sophie?
sophie;
yeah
harry;
It's okay babe, I'm not mad.
sophie;
you arent
sophie;
are you sure
sophie;
you should be
harry;
Well I'm not. I understand completely.
sophie;
i also would like to apologize for the thing a couple days ago i was having a bad work day and it was just eh
harry;
It's fine babe, stop apologizing!
sophie;
ugh okay
sophie;
can we meet up again
sophie;
i got new wine and some stuff for you
harry;
Come outside.
sophie;
wait what
sophie;
are you fucking serious
Harry smiles cheekily as he stuffs his phone in his jacket pocket and quickly opens the drivers door, stepping out of his car. Sophie squeals from her porch before shuffling towards Harry. He expresses a chuckle as her pace speeds up and she eventually jumps into his open arms. Her arms wrap around his neck as his go below her waist, and her head nuzzles in his neck.
"You have no idea how much I missed you."
He sets her down on her feet and responds by sloppily kissing her on the lips. She smiles through the soft kiss before pressing her body against his and kissing back passionately.
"I love you." Sophie whispers when their lips part and her head leans against his.
A smile fills his lips as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into another embrace. She giggles softly with her arms going around his neck and her lips kissing below his ear.
Harry grins a dimpled grin before whispering into Sophie's ear, "I love you."
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