Far [harry au]

84: Day four

Harry's POV

Its been four days, four long and eye opening days. Tuesday I spent most of my time at my flat, sitting around dwelling, Wednesday I did almost exactly the same thing besides I decided to get out for a bit and hang out at the bar with a few of my old mates. And Thursday, we'll Thursday I didn't do anything, I sat around and stared at the wall for half the day and the other half I slept it away.

I've realized without max, there is no point. If I could go back and re do it all over I would. I would tell her everything, every fucking thing there is to know. I wouldn't risk losing her, not again.

Damn it I love that girl, I love her more than life itself, she has to know that. From the beginning of our not so relationship, I showed her to fall inlove with me, even through the darkest of my times, I know I can again.

Maybe if I gave her a call I can fix things, I can tell her everything, she can get to know the real me, and the reasoning behind my lies, I just need max to know that I am truly and deeply sorry.

Shoving my hands through my curls, that have grew excessively over the months. It reaches my shoulders now and fuck it's so irritating.

I know that if I call max, it isn't going to end we'll, she will return to me when she is ready and I can't blame her for taking as long as she needs to recover, after all I am one big fuck up. Her heart can't be mended in four days.

As much as I try to push the infuriating thought of her and that fucking prick together in her office out of my head, I can't help but imagine the two, him touching her and kissing her similar to the way I do. The near thought makes me want to show up to her work and smash his skull into the desk, but that isn't getting me anywhere closer to Max's forgiveness.

Max's POV

After work today, Chance invited me back to his place to watch a few movies and cook dinner together. Throughout the past couple of days he'd stop by my office and we'd talk.

Chance is so genuine and so different from what I am used to. He takes pride in what he loves and what he does. He takes risks and steps out of his comfort zone, I admire that about him.

He is sophisticated, hard working and goes after what he wants. Not to mention how beautiful he is. His dark long hair, sharp jawline, hazel brown eyes, and the facial hair. I wasn't a fan of it but on him it was the cherry on top.

Everyday now we'd go to lunch together or if his schedule was extra busy he'd just have a lunch sent over to my office, I couldn't handle how sweet he could be at times.

As I stepped out of the elevator I swiped my id and I proceeded outside of the building where chance was parked, waiting. Like usual.

I got into his car and fastened my seat belt over me as he pulled off of the lot. A soft Coldplay song was playing in the background and he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. My cheeks grew warm.

"How was work?" He asked.

"Tiring," All day today I mostly read over a couple of stories, the usual. Not that I didn't love my job and what I did, but it got boring on some days. "How was yours?" I roll down my window to let a cool breeze in.

"I published a book today, and got so much of my work done that I was backed up on. It was by far the most productive day I've had in a while." He smiles and the apples of his cheeks rise.

As we pulled onto his street, he parked his car in the driveway and I unbuckled my seat belt as he did.

The house wasn't big, it was suitable for a family of three. It looked fancy and wealthy on the outside, and I could only imagine what the inside looked like. My mom would love chance.

The way she treated Harry when she first met him still angered me. It still hurts to think about it, I couldn't help but feel as if she was criticizing me for loving somebody who was less than her.

I haven't heard from her since the day before my birthday and frankly I am content with that. I never had a close relationship with my mom, we just never understood or truly knew each other, sadly.

As chance unlocked the front door, I stepped in after him as he flipped on the light switch and the room lit up.

"Thanks for inviting me, I needed to get out of the house." I look around the living room.

"Why are you staying with your friend? Do you need a place to stay?" He immediately turns flustered and I can tell by the expression on his face he is embarrassed of how he approached the situation. "I'm sorry." He laughs nervously.

"It's okay. Harry and I got Into a fight and kicked me out of our place, I just never decided to go back. I'm looking for a place of my own actually."

"Oh.. so are you and harry..."

"Yeah, we are."

"For good?" He takes off his jacket and hangs it in the closet while still talking.

"I think so.." I sigh and tuck some of my hair behind my ear.Those words hurt coming from my mouth. They're bitter on my tongue.

"Does he know this?" He sounds eager to know.

"I basically told him. I couldn't deal with what he put me through any longer. He hasn't even tried calling me or coming back after I told him to leave. We haven't spoken or seen each other since monday.." I trail off and he takes my jacket off of my arms. "He knows, he just doesn't care." I bite my bottom lip to avoid having a break down.

"I'm sorry to hear that max." Sympathy crosses his voice and face and I know he means every bit of what he says.

"Don't be, it's better this way." I try to convince the two of us.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What if he called you right now, and begged for you back, what would you do max?" He stares at me hard.

I'm taken aback by his forward question. I honestly don't know. Of course I wouldn't take him back, but I'm not sure what I would say.

I'm left unable to find the words to say as I am put in an uncomfortable position for the second time tonight. I know that wasn't his intentions, he was curious.

"I don't know." I look up at him nervously.

"We'll I know if you were mine, you would be happy all the time, not just sometimes." He strolls towards the kitchen mid sentence, and I stand there for a couple of seconds replaying his words in my head before following him.