“The thought of not
having you was already becoming a nightmare.”
As Harry drove home, he was extremely mad. The reasonable
part of him was now long gone. He hadn’t once stopped to think about his
actions. There was a little part of him that warned him that he had been too
harsh with you. But as said, logic was no longer something that he was aware
of. He had had some drinks throughout the night. Not too many to make him
unable to walk or drive, but just enough to make his mind a little tipsy;
enough to block out any reasonable thought lingering at the back of his head.
He drove home at a great speed, trying not to let his mind wander back to the
crying girl he had left behind.
It wasn’t until he got home and begun to take off his coat,
and his fingers softly grasped the soft velvet box in his pocket, that he was
actually able to comprehend the situation at hand. This wasn’t how the night
was supposed to go like. The two of you were to have a fun night in which later
on he would get down on one knee and ask you to marry him.
As he stared at the ring in front of him, the very ring that
his sister had helped him choose, he couldn’t stop his mind from going back to
the scenes that had just taken place. His eyes watered as his brain tried to
register what had happened.
You had accidentally spilled out his secret to the press.
And although yes, he was upset and this ruined some of the
plans he had for the launching of his solo career, this was exactly what it had
been; an accident.
The way he had treated you was in no way how he had been
taught to. His mind flashed with pictures of him yelling at you and you visibly
flinching away. How he had grabbed you so roughly and thrown you out of the
He looked out of the window, lightening flashed in the night
sky and heavy raindrops loudly hit the shut windows of the house. His eyes shut
tightly as the whole situation became clearer. As the guilt began to settle in,
he started to panic.
You were alone out there, in the pouring rain at midnight,
and he was the one to be blamed for that.
Harry had always praised himself on being a gentle man. The
credit went to his mother, and he was proud of himself for being able to stay
grounded despite the fame that surrounded him. As far as dating was concerned,
he had been taught to always treat a woman with love and respect. It was a no-brainer
that Harry was known for being respectful and kind.
However, as the situation became more and more pronounced,
he felt his heart sinking lower in his chest. You weren’t just any girl, you
were his girlfriend; his better half. The woman that he loved with every piece
of him, the woman whom he wanted to marry and have a family with.
He felt his own heart break at the realization of what he
had just done.
Just then, his phone began to ring. For a second, he thought
you were the one calling him, before he realized that your phone was still in
the car, something you hadn’t been able to pick up before he kicked you out of
Once again, his heart ached at the memory.
He looked down at the phone to see his sister’s name popping
up on the screen. He accepted the call before lifting the phone up to his ear.
“Did she say yes?!”
His sister’s excited voice came out of the speaker.
And for the hundredth time that night, Harry felt his heart
breaking all over again.
“Gemma, I fucked up. I
fucked up bad.”
You had managed to begin walking. However, with the pace you
had, you were sure that a tortoise could overtake you. In your defense though,
that was the fastest you could walk with an aching ankle and the heavy rain
resisting your footsteps. You didn’t exactly have a particular destination as
to where you were going, but you kept on walking anyway.
You would be lying if you said that you weren’t scared. The
roads seemed to look sketchier, darkness was everywhere, and you could barely
see anything. Occasionally, someone would pass by you and you would hold your
breath, scared out of your mind. It wasn’t until they would safely pass by that
you would calm down again.
As wrong as it was, the only thing keeping you sane right
then were Harry’s words that he had sweetly whispered to you a few months ago
when you were being taken for knee surgery.
“Be a lion, baby. Can
you do that for me? Be my little lioness and hold on for me?”
You wanted to scream. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. But you had done him wrong, and
he had done you wrong too.
You tried to maintain a strong exterior, repeating Harry’s
words like a mantra in your mind over and over again.
At last, you reached a small park. The rain had slowed down
much now, and you were able to find shelter underneath the metal tin sheet inside
You sat there, with your arms tightly wrapped around
yourself, trying to keep warm. You had run out of tears by now, and you had no
idea what you were going to do next.
What did this mean for you and Harry?
Was he worried?
Was he trying to look for you?
You prayed that he was safe. For a second, you felt like
laughing at your thoughts.
Here you were, drenched and sitting in a park with nowhere
to go, and it was all his doing, and still you were worried for him.
It was dangerous, yes, but the day’s tiredness and the
night’s events were taking a toll on you, and soon enough you found it
impossible to keep your eyes open any longer.
After driving around for more than an hour, the park was
Harry’s last hope. He entered the park, hoping with everything in him that he
would be able to find you. He looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
He was close to ripping out his own hair out of frustration, when he saw a
The person was lying on a bench, tightly hugging them self.
He went nearer, and a gasp escaped him as he realized that it was you.
His very own girlfriend whom he had abandoned in the middle
As he took in your condition, he had never hated himself
Your arms were tightly wrapped around your own body,
desperately trying to stay warm. Your clothes were drenched, and your feet
seemed to be in a very compromising position.
He wanted to punch himself continuously until he could feel
the same pain that you were feeling. His heart twisted in his chest, and he was
almost sure that he was crying. He leaned down on his knees in front of you.
Brushing back a loose strand from your face, he contemplated on what to do.
He could sit there with you for the rest of the night, and
when you would wake up, he could talk to you.
Or he could carry you to his car and take you home right
However, given what had happened, he wasn’t sure if you
would appreciate that. But as he looked at the dark sky above and the eerie
silence surrounding the both of you, he knew that staying there wasn’t safe.
He had no choice, so he decided to wake you up. Taking a
deep breath, he leaned forward, whispering your name softly. He had no idea how
you would react. Either you would be extremely mad at him, or you would be
terribly, terribly,upset. He didn’t know which one he
preferred, but one thing he was sure of was that he couldn’t lose you.
Not now, not ever.
The both of you had made mistakes, his being the biggest, but
he hoped that you two could get past this and continue to be together. Even if
you stayed with him, he knew that it would take time for things to go back to
He was willing to wait though, he was willing to do close to
anything to stay with you.
He softly said your name once again, gently rubbing your
arm. He didn’t want to startle you,
given the situation at hand.
As your eyes gently opened, you found yourself staring back
at your favorite pair of emerald green eyes.
For a minute, you hoped that it had all been a dream. That
you could just snuggle in your boyfriend’s arms and everything could be alright
again. However, that wasn’t the case, and you knew that you had to be mature
and face your problems confidently. You sat up on the bench while rubbing your
eyes to chase away the tiredness enveloping you from the day. A silent yawn
escaped you as you looked at Harry kneeling in front of the bench you were
“Wha’ are you doing here?” You mumbled sleepily, still not
“W- Was looking around for you, love. Goin’ crazy trying to
find you.” He replied, stumbling upon his own words.
You looked around, before settling your gaze on him and
“Started caring too soon, don’t you think?”
You could practically see his face fall, head bowing down in
You felt bad for a second, before strictly reminding
yourself that he was the one to be blamed for what you had been through in the
last hour. After a couple of moments of subtle silence, his gaze lifted to meet
“I’m sorry, pet. I really am. Went mad for a couple of
minutes. Didn’t realize what I was doing. I had a couple of drinks during the
night, as well. Know that’s no excuse though, I know that.”
His words were delivered in a pleading cry, full of remorse.
You knew he was apologetic, but what had happened wasn’t something that could
be fixed by a simple apology.
All the same, you knew that being mad at Harry wasn’t the
solution. You had messed up too, and it was only fair that you gave each other
a chance to work it out and explain yourselves.
With that thought, you slowly nodded, before getting up from
the bench you were sitting on.
Harry immediately went into panic mode, unaware of what your
next move would be. He slowly rose from his previous kneeling positon, ready to
stop you from leaving him.
However, you stopped him before he could say anything.
“I’m sorry I divulged details about your solo career, but I
didn’t mean to do that. I would never hurt you on purpose, you know that. Or at
least, I thought you knew that.” You said, in a low voice.
Harry felt the pain in your voice piercing through his
heart, tearing it up in half. He didn’t know if he was supposed to talk or not,
and the last thing he needed was to dig his hole even deeper. So he stayed
silent, letting you continue before explaining things from his perspective.
“I didn’t see you throughout the dinner. I had a whole
speech prepared about how proud I was of your acting career. However, I knew
that you wouldn’t appreciate it at a time like this. So I decided to save it
for later. When I went into the car though, I could feel that your fury hadn’t
dissipated. I didn’t know what to say to make it better. Maybe there was
nothing that I could have really said at that moment that would make it better.
And then when you burst out like that, I was lost. That wasn’t something that I
expected from you.”
Harry had to bite his lip to keep from speaking up, his eyes
watering at the pain of the situation.
“But I know it was a mistake. A misapprehension, if you
will. A misstep caused by your hotheadedness. I can understand that, I suppose.
Doesn’t make it hurt any less though. You promised to protect me, to be with me
every step of the way. To be my patronage. It bewildered me as to how you could
just simply leave me there and drive away. I was scared, so scared. It made me
question if you even cared, if you were ready to leave me because I accidentally spoke about the fact that
you were working on your solo album. I didn’t know what to think, Harry, and I
still don’t. ”
You were standing a few steps away from him, but Harry felt
like the distance between the two of you was larger than the sea. He wanted
nothing more than to pull you up tight against his chest and kiss you until you
understood that his career meant nothing to him if you weren’t there with him.
Although he knew that it was his turn to speak, he couldn’t
do it while being so far away from you.
He took a few steps towards you, his arms going to wrap
around your waist until your back was flushed against his chest, holding you to
You let him do it, placing your hands on his and giving them
a tight squeeze.
“I know you would never do that to me intentionally, my
love. Of course I know that. I don’t know why I became so mad, but I’m sorry.
For everything that happened tonight. I should have stayed with you during
dinner, should have gone with you to the car. And most of all, I shouldn’t have
burst out on you like that. That was very out of line of me, and I still can’t believe
that I actually did that. When I couldn’t find you, for a second I didn’t mind
you leaving me, just wanted you to be safe. But
the thought of not having you was already becoming a nightmare. You know I’m
not usually so easily inflamed. I’m quite good at controlling my temper most of
the time. You know that, pet. I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I’m
really sorry. But Y/N, if you give me a chance, I promise you I’ll spend the
rest of my life making it up to you. I vow to never repeat that mistake again.
You’re important to me. I’ve never loved a woman before as much as I love you,
apart from my Mum and Gem, of course. Would pick you over my career any given
day, you’re my motivation in the hard times. Couldn’t be here without you,
Suddenly, you shrugged off his hands from your waist, and
his heart shuddered in fear that you hadn’t accepted his apology. However, he
was once again left in awe of your unpredictable personality when you wrapped
your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss.
You both knew that this didn’t suddenly make everything
right. It would take some time for things to completely go back to normal.
And Harry knew that the ring in his pocket would have to
wait a couple more days.
But the two of you also knew that you’d make it. It would
take some time and patience, but together you were sure that you could survive
through this, and whatever more life had to throw your way.