In Denial | 2
You wondered if it was you who’s wrong, if there’s something you did to deserve this twice in a row.
But no, it wasn’t you. Harry already told that to you. He wanted to assure you that it was him who did something wrong and not you. He thought everyday for that month that dear God, it isn’t you.
You remembered what happened exactly a month ago.
You remembered clearly of how Harry looked so broken when you told him you’ll still sleep in the same room as him since it was a promise from the start, that if there was a fight, there’s going to be no one leaving.
And you did just that, but you didn’t sleep in the same king-sized bed with him like you used to. It was on a spare foam beside it, Harry insisting numerous times that if you didn’t want to sleep beside him on the bed, he wanted to sleep beside you wherever it is.
And for every single day of the past month, all Harry could feel was remorse. Maybe even having more love for you, on how you didn’t leave him even if he deserves it.
He’s honest. Maybe he’s selfish at times that’s why maybe if you decided to leave, he would convince you not to. He would make you not want to because he’s determined. He couldn’t see what would happen without you in the picture.
Harry spent the whole month courting you. He cancelled everything that could go on the way of the both of you and he became true to his word.
It was the both of you. All over again.
He’d wake up before you, get or order flowers for everyday. He’d call his mum to get instructions on how he could cook food beyond on what he originally thought he could only do.
He would ask you if you wanted nor needed anything and he would give just that no matter what it is. He wouldn’t rush it, even no matter how much he wanted it to be back to normal.
He’d keep his space from you when he feels like you don’t want it anymore. He’d take it slow by engaging small conversation first before he could move on to something bigger.
He’d occassionally ask you if you wanted to do something with him yet he didn’t need answers. He’d look for them himself this time, looking at your eyes and your body language.
It’s been a month of timid smiles, loose hand-holding and not a kiss on the lips.
It’s been a month of you not wearing your earrings, your rings, even including the engagement ring and the wedding band since they reminded you of Harry.
Harry’s waiting patiently downstairs, sat on the couch and fiddling with his fingers, his breathing ragged before taking a quick peek on the stairs, knowing that you weren’t coming down yet.
“Give me a month,” Harry recalled the words he clearly rememembers that came out of you a month ago, the words coming out weakly yet he still heard them.
By the moment he heard gentle steps, his figure almost froze; his heart beating quickly that he felt almost nauseous.
You looked at him, walking in front to sit on the coffee table in front of him, wrapped in a blanket.
You looked at Harry for what felt like forever of not doing so, himself being caught in the whirlpool he’s feeling.
His breathing was shallow, his lip caught in between his teeth since he was waiting, even for anything that it was.
You smiled, taking off the blanket off your figure.
Harry’s face was confused for a moment, his eyes scanning over your normal pajamas until he found your hands, being adorned with what he gave to you a year ago and times prior.
Your rings were back.
He then realized, almost leaping to hug you, finding himself crying tears of his extreme happiness, not wanting to let you go.
He kissed you, the familiar feeling he missed being back, his lips lingering, his forehead in touch with yours.
“I love you.”