26 days.
26 days since the I saw him last.
For the first few days, I was barely surviving the breakup. I was crying every night. I couldn't even hold myself together whenever I saw pictures of him in magazines and online. Margot has been helping me cope. As soon as she saw me in tears she dragged me to the salon to get a haircut, claiming a new look does wonders on the mind. Cutting my hair shoulder length with blonde tips did lift me up a bit. What I didn't love Margot doing was taking my phone. Being my best friend, she knew everything including my phone's passcode. To sum up, she changed the name of four people, including Harry. She decided to block them as well so I wouldn't notice until she told me a week ago.
Today, I was completing the second rule of a breakup -throwing everything of his. I threw away almost everything by far except the Miss Dior perfume that sat on my dresser. There was little of it left. I debated if I should wait till it's all empty or throw it out now. I held the bottle in my hands. Get rid of everything that reminds you of him, Margot words played in my head. I should throw it out. It's not like I have to spray it on me again for him. I was about to walk to the garbage bin when I heard the doorbell of my apartment ring. I threw the perfume on my bed before walking to the door.
I opened the door to find Harry at my door. I felt myself go pale in sight of him.
He seemed like a ghost to me. I couldn't believe he was actually standing in front of me.
"H" I said, in shock.
My breathing hitched as I remember all the times he showed up at my door kissing me immediately. This was nothing like that. This was a game of pretending nothing happened between us.
"Yeh hair" Harry pointed out. "It's cut. Yeh-"
"Dyed blonde a bit" I said, cutting him off. "Why are you here?"
"I tried calling yeh but yeh wouldn't ans'wer" He said.
I smiled, crossing my arms. I looked down remembering Margot's childish actions. I looked back up to Harry.
"It's Margot fault" I explained, feeling a bit guilty. "She blocked and changed your name in my phone"
"Oh" Harry said, expressing sorrow in his voice.
It was unusual of him to act this way. When we first dated, he hid his emotions well.
"Do yeh mind if I come in?" Harry asked.
"No. Come in" I said, nodding and biting my lip.
Harry walked in and I closed the door behind him. Harry turned to me.
"I was hoping I could talk to yeh" Harry admitted, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.
"What about?" I asked passing him, going to the kitchen.
He followed me.
"Us" He stated.
I stopped in my tracks and turned towards him.
"If yeh wanted to, of course" He further said.
My mind was telling me no. The last time we talked about us I was the one that ended up in tears. My instincts, on the other hand, told me I need to hear this. I sighed, giving in.
"Alright. But make it quick. I have somewhere to be soon" I lied, having an excuse to leave if I feel like crying again.
I sat down at the kitchen table. He mirrored my actions.
"What about us?" I asked.
"I wanted to apologize to yeh" Harry said.
"Apologize for what? You warned me before. It's my stupid mistake for getting involved with you at first" I bluntly said, in a harsh tone.
Harry looked down at the table, somewhat offended. I didn't mean to come off cold when I said. Seeing him again reminded me of all the frustration and jealousy I bottled up to drive him away. I didn't have to worry about that situation now. I heard Harry's breath hitch before looking back at me.
"It wasn't a mis'take" Harry said, with his green eyes burning into mine. "It never was"
"It felt like one" I said, crossing my arms. "Wasting my time waiting for you to come back always while you're with her"
"Don't talk like that" Harry said, trying to stop me as he knew where this was going.
"Why should I?" I asked him. "It's not like you ever did care about me than your career"
Harry looked down again. We both sat in silence for a while. Enough time for me to cool down. Harry fiddled with his fingers, something I noticed he does whenever he's nervous.
"'M s'orry" Harry spoke, not looking up this time.
He was ashamed. Ashamed of what we come to. Ashamed of how he treated me. Ashamed that for once, he was the one that did something wrong.
"I s'hould've treated yeh better" Harry continued, with a shaky voice. "I unders'tand if yeh never want to hear from me'h"
Harry brought his hands to his eyes, wiping away tears. He was crying. Do I really mean this much to him? Harry looked up to me.
"I did mean it" Harry said, with red eyes. "Every word"
Harry stood up from the chair.
"I'll leave now. Yeh still have my heart. No matter what" Harry said.
He walked out of the kitchen. I sat still, paralyzed with one creeping realization. I still love him.I got up quickly from my chair and ran to him.
"Harry!" I called.
I caught him before he could open the door. He stopped.
"You love me" I stated in a faint voice.
He turned around to me.
"You really love me" I said, believing it finally.
"Of cours'e. You're the only one I care about" He said.
I let out a breath, smiling while looking away. I was blushing. I looked back to Harry who seemed slightly confused. I was acting crazy, not myself. Exactly like the time Harry said he wanted to be with me. I couldn't believe what I did next.
I kissed him, with no warning. I didn't care how stupid or pathetic I seemed to go back to him. I loved him and he loved me. That's the only thing that mattered. I felt Harry's hands cup my cheeks. Our lips synced up perfectly. A few seconds later, we both gently separated from each other. We looked at each other at the same time.
"I love you too" I said, staring into his eyes. "I want to love you in public too. Not just here or your place. Publicly"
Harry chuckled.
"Absolutely" Harry agreed before kissing me again.
He went to my room and grabbed my shoes and perfume. He handed them to me.
"Let's go" Harry said.
"To where?" I asked.
"Jeffery, then anywhere. I have to tell him I have someone more important than my career" Harry said.
I smiled and blushed uncontrollably.
"Put on the perfume too. I missed smelling the scent of you on my clothes" Harry said.
I quickly put on my shoes and sprayed the perfume on. I set it on my dresser. Harry grabbed my hand, dragging me along out the door.
He's mine. I'm his. The whole world was going to know that and I couldn't be any happier.
