Harry Styles Imagines

25 - Changing - PART 2 (au)

Changing - Part 2

                                                    Not only  a few days have passed, not only a few weeks. Five incredibly long months have passed since the time I visited Harry and my daughter unheralded. I spend a lot time with them or more precisely with my daughter and Harry just watched us, ready to end our conversation if he thought I was going too far.

 But also Harry and I got some time alone where we had the chance to talk about things—our feelings. It was hard for both of us to go through the past three years again, listing everything that I did wrong and in which way I hurt him. Hurting him and our daughter never was in my intention. It just kind of happened and I regret it so much.

 Today, I spend another day with both of them and we went swimming. It actually feels like we are a family again only that I'm not living with Harry. He could do whatever he wants to and the thought that he could even date someone else hurts me so bad.

 I'm sitting still on the couch when Harry comes back from putting our daughter to sleep. He takes a seat next to me but for my liking way too far away from me. I would already be satisfied if only our shoulders would touch but now there is so much space between us there could easily sit another person between us. I crave to have him back and his words from five months ago don't allow me to give up. He said he still loves me and I refuse to believe that it might has changed.

  "Today's afternoon was nice. Darcy really enjoyed it." Harry smiles softly at me and puts his elbows onto his knees. His soft and strong fingers play with the ring on his index finger. His hair is curling a bit since it is air-drying.

  "I enjoyed it as well." I answer quietly and the awkward silence between us is back. We both don't know what to say. I have things going on my mind but I know it is not the right time to say them. I have to wait until he decides that the time is right, until he does the first step. If I will do it I would just ruin everything again.

  "I guess, I should leave now. We see us tomorrow for breakfast." I tell him and stand up and his slender fingers wrap around my hand, holding me back.

  "Stay."

 A warmth shoots up my arm, the warmth that always crawled its way through my body whenever he touched me, kissed me, caressed me. I can't get enough of the feeling he can give me by simply looking at me. He just has this effect and as much as I hate it I don't want it to ever go away because it just makes me realize how much I crave and love this man.

  "I should leave."

  "I know you should but I want you to stay." Harry begs and stands up concurrently pulling me closer to him. The last months were pure torture; being so close but still so far away from him. His fingertips stroke over the skin of my cheeks. Every part of my body trembles and I just want to scream and let out all my love for him.

  "I didn't want to give in so fast but you always were around and it is so hard to resist you," Harry mumbles and smiles wrily, "It is so hard to not wrap my arms around you, kiss you. I want to be able to call you mine again and only mine."

 My hands clench into fists. I hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears, my skin gets hotter the longer his hand rests on my cheek, the longer he is so close. His fingers trace over my chin and then over my bottom lip. His touch sucks every ability to breath out of my body.

  "I missed you so much and I want you back. No, wait I need you back," Harry whisper and takes a step even closer to me, "Don't you have anything to say to that? You are so very quiet right now."

  "You said you can't go through this hell again." I warn him and our eyes meet. Harry chuckles wryly and tilts my head a bit backward.

  "I'm ready to go through hell and back with and for you." Harry says and my heart melts. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, risking everything. Harry kisses me back and grabs my waist. There is no space between us anymore. Our bodies are tightly pressed against each other. I hear my heart thumping and it is so loud Harry has to hear it as well.

 God, did I miss this man and his lips and his warmth and just everything.

  "I love you," I tell him, never separating our lips, because of the anxiety that I will lose him as soon as I unwrap my arms or pull away, "Please never leave me again."

  "We are not leaving a second time. I promise, love." Harry whispers and I smile, letting my body sink in the warmth of our love and the happiness that our family is together again.