So. I have had a few people ask about the name Distance. Honestly…. it was a working title and I just forgot to change it.. LOL oops. But I picked Distance for two reasons…
First the song Distance by Christina Perri and Jason Mraz. Its about loving someone but not feeling like you can say it because it will scare the other person off so you keep your distance from the feelings… Just how Y/N and Harry were in the beginning of this story.
And secondly, they needed distance from each other to grow and fix what was broken.
I woke the next day to reports of a huge storm moving in from off shore. It was being called the biggest storm of the summer. As I started my warm up jog to the beach, the weather was cloudy but warm. My favorite part of the job is along a strip of beach that runs against some cliffs. During high tide, the beach is reduced to just a few feet. It feels like I’m the only other person for miles.
On this morning, I noticed the waves were bigger than normal and washing higher up onto the beach. I remember the news talking about bigger waves from the incoming storm but I didn’t think much of it. I had my headphones in and I made my way down the beach. I knew I was pushing myself more than I normally do by running farther and harder than usual, but I was stressed about the dinner that night and needed the extra stress relief.
I was by the cliffs when my phone rang in my headphones. My headphones doubled as a headset, so I pushed the button on the wire and picked up without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello? Y/L/N Images.” I answered with my normal business greeting.
“Y/N? Hey.” It was Gemma.
“Oh, Hi Gems.” I was still jogging, just a bit slower, so my breath was coming out in huffs. “What’s up?”
“You sound out of breath, are you ok?” Gemma asked, sounding concerned. I slowed down and stopped, bending over to catch my breath.
“Yeah, I’m just on my morning jog. I stopped.” I was getting my breath back.
“Oh, well, I won’t keep you. I was just calling because I had a very interesting conversation with my baby brother this morning.”
“Really? What did you two talk about that would prompt a call to me.” I was playing coy, knowing full well I was the topic of their conversation.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Y/N.” Gemma laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me you ran into him?” I chuckled.
“I guess I wasn’t sure if it was something I was ready to talk about, Gems. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m going to completely freak out or if I’m ok with seeing…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because a surprise wave suddenly smashed into my back and nearly knocked me over. I squealed in surprise and rushed closer to the cliff. I turned around and noticed a large set of waves rolling in. i was stuck in the middle of the cliffs and I knew I was about to get drenched.
“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Gemma was alarmed.
“Yes.” I started jogging quickly towards the nearest set of stairs, a good 50 yards down the beach from me. “I’m on the beach and the tide is a lot higher than normal because there is a huge storm off the coast. I got caught along some cliffs. I think I’m going to have to climb up some random home’s set of stairs here.” I was laughing as two more waves rolled in, almost knocking me over again. I huffed as I jumped over the gate at the bottom of the steps, designed to keep the public off the steps. Another wave rolled in, completely covering the bottom 4 steps, my lower body and splashing my face and hair.
“Shit! That’s cold.” I squeaked. “I’m gonna have to call you back Gems. I need to get off the beach.”
“Ok. No rush.” I could hear the laughter in her voice as I sprinted up the steps away from the next wave.
I pushed the button to end the call and stopped half way up to catch my breath. I slowly climbed the last of the steps only to find the stairs led to two different gated yards at the top of the cliff. Both gates were taller then I was comfortable climbing on the top of a cliff. Even if I managed to climb a gate, where would I go after that? some rich families yard just to have the cops called on me for trespassing? I looked back down at the beach, wondering what my chances of making it back along the beach without getting swept away. I stood on the top step for a few moments, considering my options when I heard someone yell.
“Hey, those are private stairs. Didn’t you see the sign.” The voice sounded angry and was getting closer. I’m sure I looked like a drown rat at this point and hoped the angry resident would take pity on me.
“I’m so sorry. I got caught against the cliffs while I was jogging. The waves are huge.” I said, turning towards the voice.
“Y/N?” The voice was closer now and suddenly familiar. I finally spotted him.
“Harry?” I choked out. “I… What… Wait.” I rubbed my forehead, not believing this was happening again. He stopped on the other side of the gate and was trying to hold in a laughed. His lips twitched, itching to smile. “Don’t. Don’t you dare laugh.” I said, suddenly having a hard time holding in a laugh myself.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He held a serious face as he reached for the gate and unlocked it, letting me into his yard. “Do you always jog here?” I nodded. “Small world. Come on inside. Let’s get you dry.” I followed him across the yard and through open sliding glass doors. I stopped as soon as I entered and bent over, pulling at my shoes, not wanting to trail water and sand through the spotless living room we walked into.
“I’ll grab you some towels. Do ya want something dry to change into?” He watched me pull off my socks and stumble before standing upright.
“Yeah, That would be really nice, if you don’t mind.” I still couldn’t believe I was standing in Harry’s home. What were the chances of me picking his set of beach stairs to escape up. He walked down a hallway leaving me take in the home around me. It was warm but with touches of modern design. It was very “Harry” in style. I could see him relaxing here.
“These sweats should fit but you might need to roll them up a bit.” Harry said as he walked back into the room. He handed me a towel and sweats along with a shirt. He pointed me to the bathroom and I darted inside and to change and hopefully compose myself before facing him again. Once I was changed I put my wet clothes in a plastic bag Harry gave me and took a deep breath before going back into the livingroom.
“Thanks, Harry.” I said softly, looking up to meet his eyes. He seemed frozen. His eyes took in me before he shook his head, as if to break himself from a trance.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you ended up in my yard and not stuck at the top of the cliffs.” I nodded. The nerves I was feeling about dinner tonight returned in full force. I was planning on calling my sister and having her talk me down from my nerves before dinner, but here I was, standing in the middle of his living room, completely unprepared.
“I was just about to make myself a protein smoothie since I just worked out myself. Did you want one?” He pointed towards the kitchen.
“Yeah, sure. I remember how good your smoothies are.” I grinned and followed him into the kitchen when he already had an array of food on the counter by the blender.
“I was working on this when I saw you through the window trying to open my gate.” He shot me an amused look when I felt my blush rise.
“I wasn’t trying to open the gates. I was simply exploring my options.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you were.” He winked at me before turning on his ridiculously expensive blender.
We sat at the kitchen table that was set into a nook off the main part of the kitchen. The windows looked across the backyard and the ocean beyond. The view was breathtaking, but the heavy silence between us was distracting.
“I’ve been thinking about what I want to say to you all night but now that you’re here, I’m at a loss of how to even begin.” Harry broke the silence first. “I feel like I should start with a huge ‘I’m so, unbelievably sorry’. But then I feel like we should start on a positive note. Like talking about all we’ve accomplished in thet last few years or about our families. I don’t know. I just feel like I don’t know how to dive into this conversation.” He was beginning to ramble. Nervous Harry wasn’t something I was use to seeing. He had always approached every situation with so much confidence that he could be borderline cocky.
“Harry, I…” I started but he interrupted me.
“Wait, Y/n. Please, let me get this out while I can.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I was such an idiot kid two years ago. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too as they say. I had convinced myself that we were on the same page so I wouldn’t have to feel guilty. I wanted you there for me but I didn’t want to commit. I was so stupid. I wish I could go back and stop myself. But, I know that it wouldn’t have ended with us together no matter what. I just wasn’t ready for you. As cliche as it sounds, I really had to lose you to truly realize what I had.” His eyes were brimming with tears. I could feel the sting of tears in mine as well.
“After we ended, I was disgusted with myself. I hated what I had become. I let the fame get to me and I hurt you because of it. I couldn’t stand to go out with the guys. To be frank, I couldn’t even wank off without feeling sick. I felt like I didn’t deserved to feel good. I earned every second of the pain I was in.” He reached across the table and took my hand. His tears finally broke free.
“I wanted to contact you. I wanted to beg you to come back to me. But, in the end, I let you go because I didn’t deserve your love. I broke your heart and I had no right to ask for it back.” He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his breathing and wiped at his eyes with his free hand. I squeezed his hand in encouragement, waiting to talk until he got everything out.
“I know I still have no right to ask for another chance, but I’m gonna be selfish and ask anyway.” He ran his hand through his hair, causing it to ruffle into messy waves. “I know I might be too late. You may have moved on. You might even love someone else. But I have to ask. Let me take you out on a date. Please. Let me show you I have changed.” His eyes met mine with a look of pleading.
“No.” I said softly. His eyes flashed with hurt before he nodded and looked down at the table between us. He pulled his hand away and ran it harshly through his hair.
“Okay.” He wiped at his eyes again and stood up. “I guess I didn’t expect you to say yes, really. I mean, why would you?” He started to pace the kitchen. I followed him and put my hands on his arms to stop him.
“Harry.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, but he stopped moving. His breaths were coming in short puffs, like he was struggling to hold it together. “You didn’t let me finish.” I slid my hands down his arms to connect our hands. “No. There is no one else. You’re not too late.” His eyes snapped up to meet mine. A cautiously hopeful look crossed his features. “Harry. I spent the last two years almost entirely traveling. I’ve only been back to England a few times and my studio here is the first place I have actually lived since I left my flat in London. I haven’t been in one place long enough to make a friend, let alone start a relationship.” Harry nodded slowly and took a step closer to me.
“So, there is no one else. Does that mean you will let me take you out?” A sparkle of hope lit up his eyes.
“Yes.” I answered softly. A bright smile broke out across his face. “I have a few ground rules of sorts first, though.”
“Yes, Anything.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine, closing his eyes in relief.
“First, we are not going to jump right where we left off.” I pulled back to meet his eyes. “My trust in you was lost and you definitely need to earn that back.” He nodded quickly.
“Oh course. I have no expectations. I just want to spend time with you, to show you I’m not that stupid kid anymore.” He said quickly, squeezing my hands.
“Second, I need us to be exclusive from the start.” He started to say something but I cut him off. “I don’t mean boyfriend/girlfriend status, but I at least need a promise that while you’re dating me, you won’t be dating or sleeping with anyone else. Consider this the exclusivity talk that was we failed to have two odd years ago.”
“Yes.” He responded immediately. A soft smile played on his lips. “It’s not even a question. You’re all I want.” He let go of my hands and pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you for this chance. I know I don’t deserve to have it.” He said into my hair.
“I’m adding a third rule. No more talking like that.” I pulled back from the hug and put my hands on his cheeks, forcing him to meet my eyes. “It’s the past. We need to focus on now and the chance we have now.” I leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his cheek before stepping back. “Okay?” He nodded.
“Yes, okay. Thank you. I like hearing you say ‘we’ almost as much as I like seeing you wearing my clothes.” I laughed hard and pushed him away, shaking my head. “What? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in my clothes and it’s quite a sight, I have to say.” He gave me another hug. Our laughter slowed and we settled into a quiet, content embrace.
By this time, the storm had hit with full force. We moved to sit together at the nook, finishing our smoothies as we watched the rain pelt the windows.
“Now I know not to doubt the LA weather man. This is insane.” I pointed at one of the palm trees in Harry’s yard that was nearly bent in half. “I would have gotten caught in this. My studio is a good 3 ½ miles from here.” It was hard to believe I had only been at Harry’s for a little over 30 minutes. We jumped right into a deep conversation without any small talk.
“If you want, I can drive you home, but if we wait a bit, the worst of it will pass and it will be safer to drive.” Harry offered.
“I’m not going to make you drive in this. I don’t mind staying. Am I keeping you from any plans?” I asked.
“Nothing at all. This storm was going to keep me stuck here either way.” He took our cups to the sink and started rinsing them. I stood and joined him.
“You rinse and I’ll load.” I said, taking the first cup from him. We worked in silence for a few minutes until the cups and blender pieces were put away.
“I think this weather is perfect for a game of scrabble, what do you say?” Harry asked.
“I think that sounds perfect.” We shared a smile and got settled into the living room for the morning.
We played a few games until the storm calmed down a bit and Harry drove me back to my studio. He was surprised to find how close I lived to him. He said something about fate and how we would have met again sooner or later. I had relaxed with him that morning but getting into the closed space of his car caused my nerves to rear up again. Showing him where I lived felt, somehow, intimate. I know he would need to know where I lived to pick me up for our upcoming date, but I wasn’t really feeling rational at that moment.
We parted with plans to have dinner the following night. Harry kissed my cheek and lingered in a hug. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for Harry to be back in my life, but I had to agree, it was like something was throwing us together again.
But no one cares about that, cause next chapter WE’RE GOING TO MUTSUKI’S HOUSE. AWWW SNAP SON GET HYPE!!!!!$&&!!!?$)??@&&!!!!!!!!!!
Now I’m not getting my hopes up, since Takaya-san did state that Yuki and the others WONT be making an apparence waaaaay before Another made its debut. But it’s like…c'mon fam. Show me like…the backside of Yuki’s head. Lol
I said I was going to create an introduction post and then forgot. Oops!
Well anyway, my name is Toni and I am your humble mod.
You guys had some awesome ideas for badges and I can’t wait to implement them. Also! Some of you have reached out to offer me help on Tutorial Tuesdays. I’m working on it, as well a few other possible features for the blog. I’ll get back to you on that later though.
Would it be cheesy to say one thing I’m passionate about is TAC? Going through the tag always gives me this warm fuzzy feeling. I couldn’t be happier with the way this project has been going so far. Thank you guys for making it awesome!
Oh! I also really like Doctor Who. My husband I produce a podcast @rassilonwatchathon. We are watching all of classic who in order. We’re getting close to the end of the 1st doctor era.
Anyway. That’s me. It was nice getting to know you guys over this week.
Reblog if you think sending people videos of your dick on snapchat is sexual harassment
I know a guy who thinks it’s hilarious to send everyone videos of his dick flopping everywhere even though me and many of my other friends have told him to stop, his response is always “oops I forgot to deselect your name.”
Sonia: Something bad happened, Gemma. I forgot all about Angus’ piano recital the other day.
Gemma: How come?
Sonia: I was with you. In the shed. Gemma: Oops.
Sonia: Well, it’s a bit more serious than ‘oops’. I feel terrible. I let Angus down. Roy was furious too. We had a fight about it over dinner last night. He told me I’m walking on very dangerous ground. I haven’t been discreet enough, Gem. There’s too much at stake. I’m really sorry, but-
Gemma makes a face at the mention of Roy’s name. It’s like she’s just discovered a cockroach in her slice of raspberry pie. Sonia ploughs on, determined to finish.
Sonia: The point is, Gem-
Gemma: Why did you ever get married?
Sonia: What?There’s lots of reasons. But I need to talk to you about-
Gemma: It’s got to be about money. That’s what you’re really risking, isn’t it? You don’t really give a shit about missing your kid’s piano recital. You just care all of a sudden because your arsehole husband is asking too many questions. You couldn’t have cared less about your kids when you were letting me do all those things to you-
Sonia: Will you keep your voice down? The point is, we’ve got to stop seeing each other. For a while. At least until-