But baby please, won’t you love me?”
After Ed had left, I couldn’t help but feel like I was forgetting something. After pondering over it for a couple of minutes while standing in the hallway like an idiot, I finally remembered the text that Y/N had sent me. I had forgotten to reply, as I had gotten caught up in talking to Ed. I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket, and checked the message.
As soon as I had seen that Y/N texted me, Ed had started talking about her, and I didn’t get the chance to reply.
I read the text, and it said that she had a surprise for me. It was strange that the text was received more than an hour ago. Usually, she sent a lot of texts if I didn’t reply.
I recalled the conversation that I had just had with Ed. I understood that I had said some pretty harsh words, the words that I should have never said about anyone, let alone my own girlfriend. I remembered Ed’s words,
“She only does these things for you because she cares. And she wants you to care for her as well. If you’re bothered by it, then maybe it’s time for you to re-consider your priorities.”
Now that I looked at the text messages that she had sent to me in the past weel, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for ever saying what I did.
Haz, I missed you so much today, I almost died. (I’m kidding, but I did miss you a lot)
Do you think we could meet at Johnny’s Café tonight? If you’re free…
Have you eaten dinner yet? I’m on my way to yours, I can bring something if you want?
Take care, my prince.
And there were many more that I hadn’t bothered replying to. I admitted that what I had done was wrong, so I decided to call her. As I clicked on her contact picture, I couldn’t help the strange feeling in my gut.
For a minute, I just stared at her picture. She was so beautiful, and I was lucky enough to be able to call her mine. I shouldn’t be taking her for granted.
With a promise to myself to never think about her like that again, I called her, ready to ask her to come over, as well as about the surprise she had. However, I felt nervous when she didn’t pick up. She usually picked up pretty soon.
Taking a seat on the couch, I decided to wait.
Maybe she’s busy, I thought.
Still though, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I felt like there was something terribly wrong, and it worried me. What if she’s sick? Should I call her again? Should I go over to hers? For a second there, I just thought about how pathetic I was. Here I was complaining about her, when I was pretty much doing the same. Was this how she felt when I didn’t reply? I decided to try again after a while. But before I knew it, I had passed out on the couch.
It was dark outside when I woke up again. The first thing I did was check my phone. Strangely, there were no texts or calls from Y/N. I called her again, hoping she would pick up. She did:
“Hello?” she said.
For some reason, it didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound like her. I tried to ignore that as I replied,
“Ey’ love, haven’t heard from you much today.”
“Yeah I, umh, stayed up late last night and just slept through the day.” She said.
Her voice almost shook as she said it, and I found myself wondering just what I had missed.
“Baby, are yeh ‘kay?” I asked.
She sniffled before replying, “Yeah. I’m good. I was just reading a sad book, ‘got me a little emotional.”
Her reply did little to settle my nerves, but I decided not to pressure her.
“Awwh baby, you wanna’ come over? Can do something to cheer yeh up?”
I was hoping she would say yes, because although we had spent the day together yesterday, I yearned for her presence after the realizations that I had made today.
“Umm, I actually have to go somewhere today. So…” Her reply wasn’t what I was hoping for, I wanted her to come over to me, to spend time with me. I knew that I had been unfair to her, but I couldn’t help the remorse that I felt right now.
“Oh, tha’s okay, ‘can do somethin’ tomorrow, yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’ll see, I guess.
Her replies were so monotone, I found it hard to believe that this was the same girl whom I had been with yesterday.
“Are yeh sure you’re okay?’ I asked.
“Listen Harry, I have to go right now, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
That was it. She hung up before I could say anything.
It had been three weeks since that day. Y/N had been getting more and more distant with time. She rarely smiled, and when she did, it was never at me. Whenever I suggested meeting up, she made up some excuse as to why she couldn’t get there. It had been a long time since I had gotten to kiss her, it was usually just a peck that never lasted more than a few seconds. When we hugged, I could feel her body get tense, and it was clear that she felt uncomfortable. Her random texts that used to annoy me, they weren’t there anymore.
I should have been happy but I can’t describe the melancholy in the pit of my stomach, that unknown feeling that kept eating away at me. This wasn’t what I had wanted, this wasn’t how I had intended it to be. I wanted nothing more than to get back what we had.
I promised myself that this time, I would be a better man. I would do it right, I would treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But the way she had been acting lately, it made me feel like I had done something so bad that I couldn’t undo. It killed me to see her this way. My only wish was to get back the Y/N that I had developed such strong feelings for, and this time, I vowed to never take her for granted.
It was a Wednesday when I asked Y/N to come over at my place. She said that she couldn’t come because she wasn’t feeling too well. I offered to come over at hers, but she refused. The helplessness that I felt killed me inside. I decided to go to the café nearby, for a cup of coffee.
As I opened the door, the sight in front of me made my heart drop to my stomach. Y/N was sitting at a table in the back of the café, looking out the window. She was alone, and there was a cup in front of her that still had steam coming out of it. What absolutely killed me though, was how she looked so… sad.
This wasn’t like her, she was always so happy, so excited and so full of affection. I felt my eyes watering at the sight of my girl looking so alone, so sad.
I had always been taught to treat a woman right. Whether it be a stranger, or a friend. It was something that my mum had embedded into me, and it was a part of me now.
I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself as I looked at the girl that I loved. My thoughts halted to a stop at that
It certainly sounded scary, the thought of loving someone. But then I realized that yes, I did love her.
That feeling whenever I looked at her? How it pissed me off that she’d put herself in difficulty just to see me? How it absolutely killed me inside to see her so unhappy? I did indeed love her, and it was about time that I let her know that.
I was determined to make things right.
With this thought, I started walking towards the table that she sat at alone. As I slid in the seat opposite to her, she seemed to not even notice, she was staring out the window and it looked like she was in another world, a world that I wasn’t a part of.
That was when I noticed the silent tear sliding down her cheek. It tore me apart, what had happened that she felt the need to hide and lie to me? What had happened to my girlfriend that forced her to run away from me?
I slid into the seat next to her, my hand slowly moving to hold her slightly trembling ones that were placed on her lap. She seemed startled at the sudden contact, and turned around to face me as a gasp escaped her.
“Ha-Harry, what are you doing here?”
Even her voice wavered as she asked me the question. My fingers raised to wipe off the tears on her cheeks, before she turned her face down.
“Y/N, how long are you going to play this game for?’’
It came out harsher than I had intended for it to be, but I had to let her know that it was killing me to see her like this.
“What are you talking about?” she replied, her voice back to being expressionless, once again giving me no clue as to how she felt.
“You know what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting so distant lately, you never want to meet up, you don’t want any sort of physical contact, heck, you don’t even pick up when I call you! What am I supposed to make out of that? I hate this, I hate whatever this is that we have become.”
I burst out. I felt my heart stop as she turned around to face me, her eyes bloodshot, her distress was clear as she quietly remarked,
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
I didn’t understand, I didn’t understand what was happening.
When I didn’t reply, she continued, her voice barely above a whisper,
“You remember that day I said that I had a surprise for you?”
I nodded as I felt my heart sinking lower in my chest, recalling the words and events that had taken place on that particular day. I had forgotten to ask her about the surprise, and she never really talked about it afterwards.
Heck, she didn’t talk to me about anything after that apart from the short responses that came when I asked her a question.
“I came over at your house that day, when Ed was there. I didn’t want to disturb you two, so I tried to be quiet. Little did I know, I was the topic of your conversation. I heard everything you said that day, Harry. How else was I supposed to act after that?”
I felt the world caving in on me as I recalled the words that I had said.
“She tries too hard”
“She’s always around me”
“She’s just, clingy.”
I had no idea as to how I was going to make things right, but I was determined to try. I had to let her know that I had made a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake in my life, something that could cause me to lose the girl of my dreams.
“Baby, I know it all sounded wrong. But it was a mistake. I was confused about my feelings. I admit, it did start to annoy me a bit, but after not being able to have you for so long, I’ve realized that I was at fault. You only did all that because you cared. And I love you for that.”
It seemed as if the world stopped, as she looked in my eyes. Her sad, yet beautiful eyes, stared into mine.
“L-Love?” she croaked out.
This was it. This was the moment that would decide the rest of my life. I prayed with everything in me that she would feel the same.
“Yes, love. I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit that anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same. Heck, I understand if you hate me. Even I hate myself right now. But baby please, won’t you love me? Won’t you give me a chance? I promise that I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll show you that I care. Because I do; I may not have been the best at showing that before, but I do care. I care because I love you.”
I had poured my innermost feelings for her in this, I had showed my deepest emotions, and I prayed, oh how I prayed, that I would get one more chance to make it all right.
I hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down my face until she lifted her hand to cup my cheek and wiped away the fallen tears. My eyes shut slowly as I leaned in to her touch.
I just now realized how much I had missed her touch, her sweet smell that lured me into her.
“I love you too, Harry. But you have to understand that what you said, really hurt me, and it’s not that easy for me to forget everything that happened.”
As much as the next words made my guilt grow, I couldn’t help the warm feeling that engulfed me, just by her words.
She loved me.
She loved me back.
The girl that I loved, actually loved me back the same.
“I promise that I’ll do anything to get your forgiveness. I’ll show you that you can trust me. I promise.” I said, as I got down on my knees in front of her.
She looked shocked as she kneeled down beside me.
“Harry, get up.”
“But baby, I need you to forgive me.” I stated, as I saw the playful glint back in her eyes. It showed me that she was happy, and that was all that I wished for.
“Okay, okay. I forgive you. Just get up, you dork.” I smiled as she took me into her embrace, her hands wrapped around my neck as my face nuzzled in her hair.
“I love you, baby. I really do.” I said, as my hands tightened around her waist.
“I love you too.” She replied, her hands weaving through my hair.
“Say it again?” I requested, desperate to hear the confirmation that someone as perfect as her, actually loved me back.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. Even though you’re a jerk at times.”
“I’m your jerk though, ain’t I, pet?” We didn’t need words as our lips connected, letting the most intimate parts of ours speak for themselves.
“By the way, you’re moving in with me. I can’t stay without you anymore.”+
She only nodded in response, before crashing her lips with mine once again.