Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 51

After dinner I stole the stereo remote from him and started playing some country music. Which I knew he wasn't fond of but I've grown to like it more and more. I turned it up loud enough so he couldn't be heard and run out the back door into the back yard, which lead into a fairly dense forest, there was a little bit of an opening with a few trees closer up to the house on a hill. I collapsed under the give of something behind me and fell on a Harry who rolled me over on my back and laughed. "For someone who was so determined to leave me, I can still manage to knock you off your feet quickly." he smirks and even though his intentions were not to hurt, a little pang hit my chest and I stared up at him. I returned a small smile back and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down to me. 

"You know I'll only ever love you, Harry." I tell him and he laughs under his breath. "Well there's a long list forming behind me of guys wanting you, so I want to stay first." he winks and I roll my eyes. "No worries."

He bends down and gently kisses me once, slowly. "I don't want to leave tomorrow." he mumbles and buries his face in my neck with a groan. I run my hand over his hair, I don't understand how his hair grows so fast. "It's your tour, come on. It's your time to start fresh. New album, new contract, new management. This is what you wanted." I say turning the music down a little with the remote. He lays his head on his elbow in the grass and finds my hand to play with. "No, I moved here because you said you wanted something away from there. If we had stayed, I would've just got the fourth album out to get out of the contract." he says and I look at him. 

I didn't know how to respond. "Harry I-" I say and groan. 

"I guess I overreacted. We were just finally getting somewhere and then I find out you were playing around with that girl." I rub my forehead. Except he pushed himself up on his elbow and pulled my hand away from my head. "Listen to me, Caroline. I don't know how many times I have to say it to get it through to you but I am here for you. I've been here for you. I couldn't love anyone else the way I love you." he says and when I sit up and shake my head he follows and grasps it with both hands. "I'm not perfect, never will be, but I will try for you. I've changed in more ways even possible for someone like me. I'm learning to look for the better side of life but I can't find it without you. I don't want you to marry me as a last resort to get you back. I'm asking you to marry me because I am desperately in love with you, and I want to be with you." he says and my eyes started to water. I tried to shake out of his embrace and stand up. "Harry, I need you to take me home." I say and he runs a hand through his hair and exhales. 

"What more can I possibly do to make you want me back the same?" he asks looking defeated. 

"Give me time, Harry." I say weakly and he stands up and shakes his head. "I'll take you home." he says quietly and walks back into the house, I stood here for a moment and stared into the house long after he entered. I hate being the reason for Harry to get this way, I just know he's not ready. I desperately want to marry him, but there's still some things he needs to work out, his family and career. I'm not gonna marry him when he's leaving for his tour tomorrow. His intentions are good it's just not possible right now. 

Glass breaking and the sudden stop of music snap me out of my train of thought and I run in the house, a brown beer bottle was broken all over the stereo.

He was in the kitchen. "Where the fuck are my keys?" he barks and walks up to where his jacket was and searches the pockets, pulling out his keys. I exhaled and stepped in front of him stopping him. "Hey. Hey. Harry look at me." I say calmly and reach up, grabbing his face with both palms. His eyes darted to mine but there were dark and full of anger. His wall was up. 

But he stopped and didn't try to fight me. "I didn't say no. I'm still here." I tell him hushed and he shakes his head, trying to pull my arms away, he was successful but I caught his wrist and stopped him again. "I'm honestly beginning to think you're just trying to fuck with me." he snaps and I push my arms past his and hug him tight despite his anger. That doesn't bother me anymore.  "I'm not. I'm just asking you for more time." I say to him and his hands come up to my waist like he was going to push me away but he doesn't.