Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

76. The End

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Listen to the song I've linked too. It's a lovely, sad song and sounds like every single word was made for this part of the book. The song is called Sweetheart What Have You Done to Us by Keaton Henson I also put an image of her store label design. Yeah, I'm that person who creates a logo for a fake store. Yep. That's me.

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"Harry," I repeat, now out of breath. "Please don't leave here. Please stay. What happened back there with us," I say, pausing as I think carefully about my words, "it means something. And I've tried so long to pretend like we never happened. I was even naïve enough to think that I had gotten over you. That I was strong enough to move on."

I cast my eyes downwards, tears brimming my eyes.

"But I'm not," I say, and take a deep breath. "I thought I was gracefully getting on with my life, right up until the moment I saw you again. And then everything stopped. All my feelings I've had for you resurfaced and all of the work I put into forgetting you came undone."

He squeezes onto my upper arm out of comfort as I lose hold of my emotions.

"You do realise that you're not the easiest person to break up with, don't you?" I laugh, wiping my tears with the back of my hands.

"Ava, he gently calls, bringing me in to a warm embrace. "I'd be lying if I said letting go of you was easy," he says, kissing the top of my head. "But things are just so fucked" he states. "Luke is now involved... and I know he won't let go of whatever you have so easily, because I would do exactly the same thing if I were him. I knew from the second I met you that there was something special about you. And I now realise that it wasn't something about you at all. It was just you."

Tears fall freely as I hear those beautiful words being said, but he needs to know Luke isn't a problem. I don't want Luke like I need Harry.

I pull apart and hold onto his arms firmly.

"Harry you need to know that there is no thing with Luke. He was just there. A drunken mistake."

Mistakes.

"I want you back in my life again because the world is too shitty a place to go through it without knowing you," I openly admit.

"But I'll always remember," he says, hurt ridden.

I need for him to know my urgency. I need for him to understand that we need to make this work, because this is the one thing I'll look back on in life and regret not acting upon. No one has made me feel like he has. No one.

"When I ran into you the other day, I was genuinely so happy," he tells me, "because it felt like we could be friends. And I felt like we were in that place."

"But we're not," I simply state, interrupting him.

"I wish I could be friends with you," he says, shaking his head, "But I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with," he adds, causing me to freeze, and watch him intently, captivated by his words.

"Ava, I want to be the person that holds you and takes you into your bed and to our own little private world that we create for ourselves. I want to be that kind of friend. The one that will memorise facts about you like how you prefer your toast to be cut into four triangles because it makes you feel like you have more, the way that you can never keep a serious face when you tell a joke, or even the way you sing so terribly, and mumble shamelessly over the lyrics you don't know. I want to know every single curve, every freckle, every subtlety of your body, and I want to know it well. I want you to design a smile just for me. I want to be that person to you. I want to be your best friend in the entire world and more."