Shattered

" Good," I replied to his promise. I stepped back and collected my keys. " I should probably go." I whispered. He shook his head.

" No. Stay the night." He begged. I thought about it.

" I don't think tonight is a good night, Harry," I shook my head lightly at him. He sighed and followed me to the door. I turned around in the doorway to face him.

" Can I atleast kiss you bye?" He murmered, towering over me. His minty breath sent chills down my spine. He was so irresistible. " It feels like I haven't kissed you in forever," he whined.

I stepped foward, closing the space between us, and connected our lips.

It was slow, and gentle. I felt the sparks immediately. I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt his large hands take up my back.

He pulled away, bringing his pink, plump, bottom lip between his teeth, trying to hide his smile.

" That was good." He whispered. I nodded.

" Yeah," I silently giggle. I realized his arms were still around me so I stepped out of them and began walking down the hallway.

" Oh and Sydney!" He called my name down the hall. I turned to see him halfway out of his apartment.

" What?" I chewed on the inside of my cheek.

" I'm sorry about the date and how we couldn't—"

I cut him off with the wave of my hands. " It's fine Harry," I smiled. " Really. But I'm going to go now, so, Goodnight, Harry."

He half smiled, one of his dimples slightly popping out.

" Goodnight Sydney."

• Harry's pov, the next day •

I sat on the couch, shoveling a spoonful of lucky charms into my mouth. Lucky Charms were my favorite. I didn't even know what they were until I moved to America. They don't have this cereal in the UK.

Last nights events played through my mind. I could still feel the taste of her lips on mine. I smiled while chewing a mouthful of cereal.

There was a buzzing sound as I looked over to the coffee table. It was a text. From Marilyn.

From Marilyn: * Meet me at the Coffee Bean in an hour. We need to talk. *

The first thing that came to my mind was, what if Sydney ended up telling her? What if when she got home, she told Marilyn everything?

I pushed those things away. We promised eachother we wouldn't speak of it. Syd doesn't break her promises. That's one thing I love about her. She always kept her words.

I responded to Mari saying alright.

Was this it? Was she going to end things with me? I mean, we haven't really acknowledged eachother for a few days. I've mostly forgotten about her.

I know that sounds bad, but that's what Sydney did to me. She distracted me.

I sure hope Marilyn would end things, because I don't know if I could do it. Mari was the first person who ever meant anything to me. She was my first love, but my love for her will never compare to my love for Sydney.

It will always be Sydney now. I was in deep.

I sighed, putting my empty bowl of cereal into the sink. I was one fucked up man.

-

I walked into the Coffee Bean, the smell of coffee filling my nostrils. Marilyn and I used to come here a lot. Just the scent of this place brought so many memories rushing back to me.

I looked around the joint to see Mari sitting in the corner, playing on her phone.

" Hey," I said, nervously joining her. She looked up and her face immdiatly brightened when she saw me.

" Hey Haz." She smiled. I grinned at her old nickname for me.

" You wanted to talk?" I asked. She nodded and sipped the coffee she must have ordered while waiting on me.

" Yeah. Plus I also wanted to spend time with you. When I saw you last night I felt bad, as if I've been avoiding you, but I haven't. I promise." She smiled. I chewed on my lip anxiously. She's right. She wasn't the one avoiding me, I was the one avoiding her.

" Yeah, I feel like it's been ages since we've hung out." I simply replied. She agreed.

" Yeah," she frowned playfully. " We need to talk about us though, Harry." She put an emphasis on the word 'us', like she was serious about it. I nodded.

This could be it.

" I feel like we should talk about us too." I agreed, lacing my fingers together on the table.

She ran a hand through her light red hair. She only did that when she was nervous. Marilyn was hardly ever nervous. She has an idea, and she has no idea how I'm going to react to it.
I bet you.

" I think it'd be good for us to... you know..." She said. I called it. I knew she was break up with me.
It didn't even look that hard for her to do.

" To, what?" I anxiously asked her. She shook her head.

" Nothing. It's stupid." She said. No! No! It's not!

" No, Tell me now," I teased her. She smiled at my playful mood and nodded, taking a deep breath.

" Alright, well I think that it'd be good for us to, you know, take another step in our relationship." She put out. My jaw dropped in shock.

I knew she had an idea but not something like this! I thought we would take a break or something!

" How so?" I asked cautiously. She sighed.

" I think we could move in together, yeah?" She asked, waiting patiently for my answer. But I didn't know how to answer. What do I say to that?

" What?" I gaped. She nodded with a big smile on her face.

" Yeah! C'mon Harry. We're both Adults now, who have been in a relationship for two years. We both have jobs and we love eachother." She smiled.

I sat there, staring at her wide eyed. She reached across the table and grabbed my hand, carressing it.

" What do you say? Buy a place together? It'd be so great. I think we're ready." She beamed. That escalated quickly.


Fuck.

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