surprise!
i'm back :)
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you to flutter your eyes open, you groaning slightly, feeling your muscles ache as they grind like unlubricated gears in order to get moving again.
the rays of the gentle morning sun blind your sensitive eyesight, but not enough to not recognise your surroundings.
to not recognise your surroundings...
hold on a minute...0
you see your naked body draped in oddly familiar white sheets. you recognise the tattoos on the arm which rests gently on your stomach, rising and falling with your breath which begins to quicken as soon as you process what is going on.
oh god.
you turn your head sharply to see the one and only man who was able to light you up just by gazing at you. his brown locks fall across his face gracefully, a couple strands being pushed away by his soft breaths. a feeling of peace washes over you for a minute, as you stare at him, but then follows the guilt, the regret, the panic... and so on.
your heart starts to pump blood into your veins like never before as your head spins, thinking of what just happened and it's consequences.
you manage to compose yourself for the time being, preparing yourself to get out of there. you slowly yet gently remove harry's heavy arms before sliding from underneath the covers, making sure to look back on him incase he awakens.
you find your clothes and lingerie in a pile with harry's heavy jeans and studded belt, and you feel the guilt and regret plant a heavy pit in your stomach, almost making you sick.
you try to hold back your tears as well as your feelings of anxiety and quietly put on your clothes before gathering your things, and inherently making a run for it- but in the quietest way possible.
you finally get to your car, throwing all your things in the backseat without a care before speeding off.
"what have i done?"
harry's POV .｡.:*☆
the cold breeze slips through a gap in the sheets, waking me up gently. the heat which i fell asleep with was gone, leaving nothing but a couple crinkles in the sheets.
it suddenly hits me what happened last night, y/n
i reminisce on the way our bodies molded together under the moonlight- it magical. she is enchanting, she had me under her spell. she's unlike anything i have ever felt before. i've always wanted to see her and feel her up close, and i did- and god was it incredible. she's ethereal.
but where is she?
i flip the covers over my body, the cold air immediately making my hairs stand up. there is no trace of her.
her phone is gone, her keys are gone, her clothes her gone, her shoes, her hair clip, even the spare hair ties she accidentally forgets on my dresser- everything. it's like she wasn't even here.
but how is that possible? how is it possible for her to leave so easily after we became one?
my mind wanders to a million different possibilities, forming a debate between myself.
maybe she was late for work?
no, that's not possible she doesn't work on a sunday...
perhaps her parents called?
at 7 in the morning? really?
oh, her friends! maybe they wanted to hang out?
again, at 7 am?!
my heart sinks as my thoughts continue intrude.
what if she didn't enjoy last night?
what if she doesn't care about me?
what if it was all for nothing?
what if she used me?
what if she has another?
what if i wasn't good enough?
the only thing i have left to do is call her.
i let muscle memory take over as i dial her number into my phone. but it goes straight to voicemail.
i swallow hard, my throat feeling like sandpaper as it closes at the nightmarish thoughts which race through my head.
"relax harry. maybe there's something she needed to do or a place she needed to be. nevertheless, she will call you,
she will call you."
—
"she will call me,"
it's been nearly three weeks since i've heard from
y/n. i keep telling myself that she will call me, but i'm lying to myself at this point.
i can no longer tell myself she's busy, she has something to do, she's working or what not- it's been three god damn weeks.
what did i do wrong?
i haven't been able to let go of my phone, checking it every single second of the hour to see if she's texted or called- but i've gotten nothing.
is that it? is that really how is going to end?
sure, it was one night, but it felt like a blissful eternity. it felt heavenly, she felt heavenly. as our bodies collided, our souls touched each other.
i had never felt anything like this before, which is why it hurts so much now that she's gone. i'm longing for her, i'm craving her, i want her here, skin pressed against skin.
"fuck it."
i grab my keys and throw on the first pair of shoes i see and get into my car, before letting my body lead the way to her house.
it wasn't a long drive, i could've walked there if i wanted to.
i didn't even hesitate. i storm out my car, slamming the door, letting hurt, confusion, and the determination to receive answers guide me to her door.
i knock harshly, gripping my keys until my knuckles turn white, and i hear a small click.
y/n's POV ☆彡
a couple harsh knocks at your door startled you- curious yet scared to see who it is, you walk to your door carefully and open it, only to reveal the last person you wanted to see.
"h-harry?" is the only thing you manage to choke out as you feel your throat close.
he doesn't say a word to you, but instead lets himself in. you close the door behind him, staying in your position, not daring to move closer to him.
"so?" he says bluntly, shrugging at you, expressing his demand for some sort of explanation.
his inquiry flies over your head as you examine his face. his skin is pale, slightly red bags drag his dark, swollen eyes down. he looks horrible.
"y/n?" he says, a bit louder, making you flinch.
"y-yeah?"
"why have you been ignoring me?" his voice is harsh.
"i haven't." that was a lie.
"don't you dare lie to me. it's been three weeks since the last time i saw and talked to you, three weeks since... that night."
you say nothing, instead you just stare, paralysed by fear.
"why did you do that to me? just, disappear without any explanation- do you know how much that hurt me? i've spent three weeks hoping that every notification i get is you. do you know how much my heart has been aching because of that?"
hurt? heartache? what?
"harry i'm sorry, okay. i didn't mean it. we were both drunk, intoxicated, it didn't mean anything. it was a mistake. i'm sorry if i ruined our friendship, i didn't want that to happen." you finally manage to speak up, but harry just scoffs at your apology.
"you're oblivious,"
"you didn't ruin our friendship, you ruined me." his voice fades towards the end.
he shakes his head and his lips form a straight line as he runs his hand through his hair forcefully.
"do you remember what happened?" he asks, you pause before nodding your head slowly.
"then you weren't drunk, we weren't drunk." he steps closer to you. "harry please don't."
"please don't? don't what? tell you how i feel? tell you that, that night, meant more to me than you could even imagine? that we maybe aren't meant to be 'just friends'?" you feel the tears start to become unbearable to hold back.
"please- harry i'm begging you." you plead once more.
"y/n, i love you."
and that was all it took for your emotional barrier you've been building around yourself in attempt to protect your already fragile heart, to collapse.
your tears flood out and harry takes no time to hold you through it all.
"y/n please." you can hear his voice break.
"please, don't push me away. i know i was more than just a one night stand, both of us do. i felt you, i felt you that night, you can't tell me you didn't mean it." he lifts your chin up gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes for the first time in three weeks. he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears, whilst his own falls.
"say it, please." he whispers.
"i-i love you!" you give in after months and months of suppression. you collapse in his arms, and he holds you tightly, tight enough that you feel your shattered pieces molding back together.
he is more than a one-night stand.