Harry’s POV:
“I fucking lost her!” I screamed at Louis.
“Dude, you need to calm down.” He was sitting on the couch at my apartment.
“Did you just tell me calm down?” I asked as I paced back and forth.
Louis stood up, “Yeah, dude, you lost her. That’s your own fucking fault. You were the one who came up with this plan to kill her exboyfriend, the guy she loves.”
“Loved.” I correct him.
“Are you so sure?”
I think for a minute. No I’m not sure, but I wish I was. “No.”
“That’s what I thought. You scared the shit out of her. You need to go make it right.”
“How? I don’t think Hallmark has a ‘Sorry I want to kill your ex’ card.”
Louis narrowed his eyes, “You think this is a fucking joke?”
I shook my head quickly, “No. Of course I don’t.”
“Then stop it with the dumbass commentary.”
Liam came bursting through the door. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
“She has to; she has to know how sorry I am. I need her to know that I am not going to hurt Quinton at all. I need her to know that I love her!” I could feel my face getting red; I could feel the tears coming to my eyes.
“I can tell her…” Liam offered.
“It wouldn’t be the same.” I screamed. It wasn’t their fault, like Louis said, it was my entire fault. I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that. “She wont even talk to me for a minute?”
Liam shrugged, “Maybe, I just think she needs an hour…” He trailed off, “…or a few…” He mumbled under his breath.
“I mean…I guess I have to come up with something to say.” I couldn’t just in there guns blazing again.
“And stay clear of the Josh situation. She doesn’t need you commenting on that too now.” Liam warned.
“What is the Josh situation exactly?”
“I don’t know. They are just friends, I think.”
I could feel my cheeks getting red again, “Alright…”
Louis sat down on the couch again, “You need to learn how to calm down.”
“How am I supposed to calm down?!” I yell.
“I would start by not yelling.” Niall said as he came through the door with Zayn.
I rolled my eyes and paced more, “Not helping.”
“I actually am helping.” Niall pointed out as he went straight to the fridge.
“How exactly?”
He closed the door and sat on the couch with a bottle of water, “I sent Izzy over to see how she is doing.”
“You didn’t tell Izzy about…”
Niall took taken back, “I may be naïve, but I am not a complete idiot.”
I nodded my head, “Will she call you?”
“I’m supposed to call her in an hour to see if you can go over there.”
“She will want me to go over?” I could feel a smirk coming over my face.
“Don’t get too excited,” Niall warned, “It’s just a possibility.

Gabby’s POV:
“Izzy, I just don’t know.” I groaned as I laid on my bed, constantly checking my phone to see if Harry had called or texted me.
“Just let him come over.” She begged again.
“I cant see him.”
“You say that as you keep checking your phone.” She gave me a weird look.
“I just want to see if he called me…”
“And has he?”
“No.”
She sighed, “Exactly! Because he wants to apologize for whatever he did in person. By the way, what did he do?”
I shook my head, “I don’t want you to get dragged into it. It isn’t a big deal.”
She shrugged, “Obviously it is or else you would not be this flustered.”
Izzy’s phone began to buzz and I knew that was Niall probably calling to tell her that he was going to come and pick her up. I ignored most of the conversation only catching bits and pieces of it, “Yeah…just drive…he can come…”
She finally hung up the phone, “Sorry, just a call from Niall.”
I nodded, “Yeah…I figured.”
“Harry will call or text, I know it.”
“I don’t think he will…I’ll just see him tomorrow or something.”
We sat in silence for about five more minutes and then the doorbell rang. My parents had gone out to get groceries, so I had the task of answering the door. Izzy came with me because I had this irrational fear that it could be someone who wants to kidnap me or kill me. What I opened the door to was much worse.
I began to close the door when Harry stuck his foot over the threshold, making it impossible to close.
“Move.” Was the only word I was able to utter.
“Not until you let me explain.”
I cleared my throat, “No. Leave.” I was afraid that if I said anymore I wouldn’t be able to handle the tears that were going to explode from my eyes.
“I am not going to leave. What I was going to do was wrong and I want to just talk.”
Izzy spoke up, “I think I should just leave…”
She opened the door more and allowed herself to leave and unfortunately it let Harry come in.
“I don’t want you here.” I said as I closed the door.
“So you don’t want to hear me out?”
I looked at the ground, I didn’t need to hear Harry out anymore. I was actually the one who had more explaining to do.
“Do you want to hear me out or not? Because if you don’t, I will leave.” Harry offered.
I shook my head, “Talk.”
“I love you, Gabby. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that. Never. I have never thought about someone so often and so fondly. I want to be with you, with no bounds. And Quinton is the heaviest burden you carry.”
The question I had to ask myself was, do I love Harry?

Notes

it has been waaaaay too long. honestly, i just lost a lot of inspiration for writing this story, but i think ive found it! school finally isnt as busy and i am hoping to keep writing this story :) and i want to thank all of you who have stuck around all this time, you are truly great. i love you all <33

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