She made her way into the reception, anxious and excited to see all of her old friends. It had been a while since she visited him, college keeping her busy. She wasn’t exactly sure who’d she see, secretly hoping to avoid her ex, Harry if he was here. Things didn’t end well and she knew she’d be weak the moment she saw him.
Harry sat at the table, playing on his phone when his friend elbowed him.
“Ow, what was that for?” Harry asked angrily.
“Isn’t that the girl you always cry over when you’re drunk?”
Harry’s head snapped and when he saw her, his stomach clenched. It was her. And she looked good. So good.
Her bright eyes gazed around, soon brightening up at the sight of the open bar. With the few friends she already talked to, they all asked about the breakup, which was still a sore subject. “A one Long Island, please.” She asked the bar tender, leaning against he stool.
Harry got up and made his way to the bar. He wasn’t going to talk to her, but he was going to give her to option. And if she didn’t, he would assume she’s happy and leave her alone. Let himself move on.
Barbara peered up, her face instantly turning white. He looked so good and hell did she miss him. “Harry..” She mumbled out, quickly looking back down.
“Hi…” He smiled gently at her. He loved her, but looking at her hurt. It hurt his heart to know she wasn’t his. He wanted her so badly, to hold her again.
“So, you’re here.” She said, quickly shaking her head at how stupid the statement was. “You, uh you look good.”
“Thanks.. You look beautiful.” He said quietly, looking her up and down. “How have you been?”
She blushed, taking a sip from her drink. “I’ve been okay, just working a lot and busy with classes.. You?”
“I’ve been working. Starting to work so I can take over dad’s company, you know.” He chuckled sadly. She had always encouraged him to work hard so that he could be successful, and now he was getting there. Only without him.
“Really? That’s great, you’d been amazing at it.” She smiled softly. “See, told you that it would happen.”
Harrys smile fell, remembering her telling him he would be able to do it the night before they had broken up.
“Yeah, you did.”
“I’m happy things are working out for you.” She added, grabbing her drink. “I-I should find my seat.”
“Yeah…” Harry whispered, gulping down his drink and setting it down a bit harshly, walking over to his seat. Once he was sat, he put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. It didn’t even seem like she missed him.
Her seat was at a nearby table and she couldn’t help but stare over at Harry. It took everything in her not to run back to him, apologize and beg for a second chance. Soon though, a man sat next to her and began to flirt his ass off.
Harry looked up and saw a guy next to her, talking her ear off and touching her hand. It automatically made his blood boil. When they had been dating, Harry was always a bit possessive, as was she. She looked uncomfortable, so he got up and took the seat next to her free side.
“Hi darling, I got your drink.” He placed down his other drink, staring down at the man.
She attempted to pull her hand away and hint she wasn’t interested, but the guy wasn’t taking it. As soon as she heard Harry, she sighed gratefully. For a moment, it felt real again. “Oh, thanks love.”
“No problem.” He smiled at her, taking her hand.
“Who are you?” Harry smiled falsely and glared at the man, hating him for touching her.
“I’m Eric.” He replied, a smirk still on his face. “When you’re done with her, I’d like a turn.” He said before walking off.
“Fuck off mate, she isn’t a fùcking game. ” Harry growled. Then he realized his hand was still in hers. “Shit; sorry. I just um, I saw he was bothering you.”
She looked up, her gaze on their hands. “He was, so thank you. I hate weddings for the reason of people getting drunk and wanting to hook up.”
“Yeah… I’m not much into that. Haven’t really done anything since…” He trailed off. He hadn’t had the time or the heart to do anything with anyone else. He loved her too much. Loves her.
She nodded, pulling her hand back to her lap. She was so much reserved and quiet now that she wasn’t his. “Yeah, I haven’t been up to dating and the shit that comes along with it.”
“Yeah.” Harry clears his throat. “I’m just gonna, go back to my seat.” He smiles falsely, swallowing as he gets up to go back to his seat. It hurts, so much.
“Hey-” she mumbled, looking at him weakly. “M'sorry about everything, just wanted you to know that.”
His eyes started to water, so he nodded and walked quickly outside. He needed to get away. He couldn’t stand being near her and not having her as his.
His chest ached as he imagined her with him, this being their wedding. Or even worse, her wedding with someone else.
He leaned against the wall and took deep breaths, trying to calm down. He knew it would hurt to see her again, but he didn’t know it would hurt this much.
She got up to follow, but stopped herself. She thought she was stronger than this. Seeing Harry hurt killed her, especially since she knew it was her fault. “Haz-” she called out, finally stepping out to look for him.
Harry wiped his eyes quickly, but he knew she would know he had been crying. She could read him like a book.
“Yeah?” He said weakly, looking over at her.
“C'mon, I’m not worth crying over. I’m shit and you know that.” She whimpered, quickly moving towards him. “Please.. I’m sorry, but I had to do it.”
“You’re the furthest thing from shit there is. Don’t ever say that. I wouldn’t be crying if you were.” Harry said fiercely. He hated when she talked down on herself.
“I know you had to. I know, and I’m glad you did something for yourself. But I just can’t stop thinking about why I wasn’t enough.”
“You were more than enough!” She yelled, her voice still low for only them to hear. “I didn’t do this for myself, but for you.. I was moving and long distance is too hard. Plus, we’ve always dated each other. What if I’m not your girl?”
“You’ve always been my girl! You broke my damn heart when you left me, how can you say it was for me? I told you I wanted to work through it, I said I would. You were my fùcking world, but I let you go so you could be happy.” He screams, wiping the tears that started to flow.
She clenched her jaw, hands moving to wipe her tears away. She couldn’t give in, she was doing this for him. “I’m not happy, I’m in fucking pieces and hate myself for what I did.. But you have to understand its best for you.”
“Best for me? Then why am I so fucking miserable? Why can’t I go in my bed without reaching for you and then my chest hurting because you’re not there? I would rather miss you every day and still call you mine than not have your at all. Why can’t you understand that?” He said loudly, but volume decreasing to a whisper at the end of his rant.
She stepped back, attempting to hide her own tears; she hated crying. “Because I feel guilty. It’s my fault we’d be apart and I wanted you to move on. Harry I loved you, fuck I still love you, but I need you to let go of me.”
“I’ve tried!” He yells, his breath heaving. “I was going to, I was trying and then I see you again and it all comes crashing down. I can’t move on. I’m still so in love with you it hurts. It hurts to look at you but I can’t stop.”
She shook her head, her breathing quickening. “And this, you think this is easy for me? Knowing I’m the reason we’re not happy? God if it was easy I’d be with you, I’d never leave your side.”
“Then why don’t you come back to me? I’d take you back without a question. I just want you to be mine again.” Harry said softly, walking closer to her.
“I’m five hours away, and I’m not good enough.. I can name twenty girls that are way better than I’d ever be for you.” She sighed.
“I don’t WANT them. I want you. You’re good enough for me, too good for me. I can see you on weekends, I can figure something out. I just can’t be away from you any longer.”
She peered at him, tears streaming down her face. “I messed up, so fucking badly, and you’re willing to forgive me?”
Harry walked over and placed his hands on her cheeks, wiping them gently. “Of course. If it means having you again, god I would do anything.”
She stared at Harry for a moment before leaning up to kiss him, her lips shy and slow. “Never let me go again, please.”
Harry’s heart felt like it was warm again, and he froze before he took her into his arms, kissing her passionately.
“Never, ever.” He breathes between kisses.
Her hands moved to curl against his shirt, lips moving eagerly and with the same passion. She loved him more than anything and would never let him go again.