Harry Styles Imagines

Don't Deserve Me (Part 2)

According to you my lovely reader's request there's the part 2. Hope you like it. Please give me your opinion on this please cz i contemplated a lot about it!
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---|Harry's P.O.V. ; 4 months later|---

The streets are all white, the cold wind blowing making the snowflakes falling from above change their direction every now and then.

It was beautiful.

After the tragic incident of a break up, I decided to leave London for a good, long, relaxing vacation. Away from everyone and everything that would remind me of her.

So, it feels amazing being back home. Between the people that I love and know. Even the strangers commuting around me on the street give me a feeling of comfort since I know for sure that they are the people of my country.

For about a year since that day, Australia did a fine job in making me forget about her and about what she did, but now that I am back the heartache increases when I pass by places we used to go to. Not long after busting her with that guy, I packed and took the nearest flight to Sydney.

She only bothered to explain it as a 'loneliness' and 'missing me' mistake for I was on tour. Lame and typical, I know.

But I'm here to enjoy being back, so I shook away thoughts of her and kept wandering around London streets, clutching my coat tight as the cold air nipped at my exposed skin, and the snowflakes coloured my hair in white.

While I was consumed in my thoughts, I didn't notice a little puppy run from inbetween my legs that I lost balance and nearly fell. I examined the way he ran to, opposite from mine while the hurried voice of his owner echoed as she called his name, telling him to come back.

That voice is not at all strange to my ears...

As I was turning around to see who was yelling at the puppy, the voice became nearer and what I feared, happened.

Her body collided with mine sending us both to the ground.

As I looked into those familiar (Y/E/C) eyes, I felt the tears start forming in mine.

It was her. Y/N.

"H...Harry?!" She asked, a happy but shocked expression on her face.

"Y/N..." I said, trying to sound annoyed but my eyes probably betrayed me, showing the longing I've been having towards her.

"H-Hi. I tried contacting you a lot... back then, but you wouldn't reply. I just wanted to apologise. P-Please, hear me out! I'm begging you!"

"If you wanna talk, we can talk. But first get off of me." I rolled my eyes and forced a huff, trying to show her that I'm no longer interested in her beauty, when in fact I was dying to feel her touch again, her lips. I was dying to feel her against me. But I kept my guard up and it was kinda... tearing me up on the inside.

She mumbled a quiet sorry while getting up.

She was still the same. Nothing changed about her except the length of her hair. She cut it short.

We stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, under the falling snow, staring at each other for seconds until I broke the silence.

"Why do you keep coming back? I was forgetting about you... Why didn't you let me continue?" A tear slipped from eye, as the pain I tried to ignore for the past year surprisingly increased at the moment.

"Harry, please listen to me. I might sound so lame and pathetic- no I actually already do, but please hear me out. At that time, you were on tour. I was missing you like crazy and craving to... be with you so I called you a lot that day but your phone was turned off or something. Then... Max,  stopped by to get some papers for uni, so I let him in to wait inside while I went to get them from our room but, he followed me and... Things went off board. And I let him since I was unstable mentally and sexually, okay?! I admit, it was the worst mistake of my life and I regret every bit of it. I only love you! I want you and no one else, I don't even know that douchebag! I barely talked to him two or three times at uni. Harry please, believe me! It was a one-time mistake in a moment of weakness!"

I chuckled at the weeping mess before me. This was so ironical.

"You never asked yourself why'd my phone be turned off, did you? because I was on a fucking plane heading home to surprise my lovely girlfriend that was supposed to be sitting on a couch alone missing me and not in our bed with some fucker!"

People started turning towards us, questioning the yelling so I took a deep breath trying to calm down a bit.

"If you would've waited just a little bit more you would've seen me infront of you, hugging you tight then making love to you because it's my right, because I am your boyfriend, because you're mine!" I whispered harshly, tears remaining to drop on my cheeks, making my cold skin redder by the time.

"What fucking asshole would I be if I forgive you? What you did is unforgivable! You completely lost my trust, Y/N. And any man's trust, if you lose it once, you will never get it back again!"

"I know! I'm so sorry! I apologise for every drop of pain I made you feel. I've been such a damn mess without you. I don't think I've had a day pass without tears slipping from my eyes because I think of you all the time, whenever I'm alone. It's crazy you can't even imagine the amount of sorrow I go through everyday."

"And I've been a mess too. That's why I ran away." I wiped away my tears before tucking my hands in my coat pockets, looking away from her killer eyes which might get me to change my mind and forgive her easily.

"You know what, Y/N? You don't deserve me! I was loyal and faithful to you and you repaid me be stabbing me hard in my back, and in my heart too. And until my wounds heal, I won't be able to forgive. Even if I did, I will never forget."

"Okay then..." She nodded, turning around to go back from where she came.

I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that this stressful conversation is over, even though we didn't fix things.

Suddenly, a pair of soft lips slammed into mine, massaging and sucking softly, and oh how I missed that taste, so I gave in... As simple as that.

All of what was said was by now forgotton, as I didn't have a care in the world but to savour those lips and their taste and the softness and warmth they carry.

As I moved my lips with hers, she stepped with her boots clad feet onto mine, so our heights would fit better this way.

This is how I remember us, and that's how I wanted it to be forever.

"Will this, by any chance, make you change your mind?" She whispered.

"Will this, by any chance, make you swear not to do this to me again, 'cause I will cut his balls off and leave you forever?" I replied through a chuckle, which made her giggle too.

"I swear and promise with my life, Harry, to never hurt you again. You are something too precious to me and you are right, I don't deserve you. But I'll try my best to make up for it. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

That's how we sealed our break up and day with a kiss under the falling snow. A kiss full of promises, not to be broken.