I know I shouldn't be scared, he was just letting his drunken thoughts get in the way. But for some reason, I was terrified. I moved closer to Tyler, searching for a sense of protection, but I didn't feel any better. No one could compare to Harry, no one.

Perrie came back, a man behind her. Our eyes met, but he didn't seem to recognize me. I must have gasped, because Tyler looked at me with concern. It was Zayn, the same one from the party. 'There's no reason to be scared, nothing could happen.' I tell myself, over and over.

I twist out of Tyler's grip, earning a shot of pain in my side, but I ignored it. I pushed through the crowd, until I found a door that led outside. I heard Tyler calling my name, searching for me, but I shoved the doors open, and walked into the cold air.

The wind ripped around me, giving me goosebumps. I wanted the warmth of Florida back. The days were becoming darker, clouds blowing in, and freezing weather encasing us all in wonder. I should have brought a jacket, my teeth were already chattering.

I looked around, seeing small groups of people scattered about the large and empty backyard. I sat down and leaned back against a large tree by the side of the house, thinking.

Harry.

I missed him so much. We hadn't spoken to each other since the day at the hospital, and it was driving me nuts. How could I miss the man who cheated on me, ripping my once trusting heart to shreds.

Why can't I just let go of this stupid little grudge? What he did was horrible, unfathomable, cruel. But he must have been different, he did tell me once that he wasn't the same since he met me. That he was changing, trying to be better. But what was he running from? What had happened to make him think that he needed to be better?

I felt a tear drop onto my hand, and reached up, finding many more. I hadn't realized that I was crying. I missed him too much. The way he said my name, the way he smirked when I did something stupid. How he got so protective of me around other guys, and I started to wonder. What would he think about me coming here with another guy? Would he be angry? Or hurt, seeing that I had moved on. But that's the thing, I hadn't moved on.

Not at all.

Tyler was a distraction, a way of lying to myself. I thought I could change, but that was my lie. I can't change. Not without Harry at my side.

"Meadow?" There was disbelief in his voice. In Harry's deeply perfect voice.

My head jerked to the side, and my mouth fell open.

"Harry..."

"What are you doing here?"

"Perrie. She invited me to meet her boyfriend, so I came."

"Alone? Meadow, that's so stupid!" He knelt down beside me, looking into my eyes.

"Well, I didn't come alone, I brought someone else with me." I was hesitant to tell him about Tyler, afraid of his reaction.

"Who did you come with?" His voice was hard, but his eyes were soft.

"J-Just a guy I met." His eyes went wide.

"Oh."

That's all he would say? Oh? Maybe he didn't want to scare me.

"Meadow, I know you don't want to talk, but we have to. You can't ignore what happen, but I need you to try and forgive me?"

He didn't need to specify, I knew he was talking about what happened between him and Jessica, and him cheating on me.

"I don't know." My voice shook, I was about to break down again.

"Please, baby. Please. I need you! Can't you see how this is affecting me? I haven't been out of my room, I haven't been eating, nightmares keep me up every night. But you know what the worst thing is? The nightmares are of you. I can't keep you out of my mind, day or night. I can't live, can't breathe without you. I need you more than I've ever needed anything. Whatever you want from me, I'll give everything I can, just to feel you again. To hear you say my name like you used to. With passion, and love. Not with hatred and shame. Please, Meadow, I love you."

His speech ripped at the pieces of my heart. He really did miss me.

"How can you say those things? Just go home to your other girlfriend why don't you?" I spat.

"Other girlfriend? What do you mean?" Harry looked horrified.

"Jess told me. Told me you'd been cheating on me. The whole time we were together, you were with another girl! Not that I blame you, who would want this," I gesture to my whole body, "No one could ever have feelings for someone like me! I'm nothing special, the only things I'm interested in are photography, music, and books. No one wants a bookworm! No one want-"

My words were stopped with his lips on mine.

He cupped my cheek, and I felt relieved. His lips took away all the tension, all the sadness, all the grief, and threw them down a drain. Replacing them, were happiness, freedom, and passion. So much passion.

When he pulled away, he looked me deep in the eyes and said, "I want you. And all of you. I love the way you look at me, I love your interests, and I love you. Don't ever put yourself down, not when you have me. I've never cheated on you, I'd never dream of it. Please, believe me. I won't live a minute longer if you don't take me back. The things Jessica told you, they were probably all lies. I never cheated on you, and I didn't hurt her the way you think.

Please, Meadow. Please."



He looked at me, holding both of my hands in his, pleading with me.

I caved in.

"Yes." I whispered, and he attacked me with kisses.

When he ceased the attack, he said, "I promise, you won't regret it. I'll make everything better, I love you with everything I have."

And I believed him.