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I wanted you to know
That I am ready to go, heartbeat
My heartbeat
I wanted you to know
Whenever you aren't around, can't speak
I can't speak

Harry’s POV
I couldn’t stop staring at my watch. It felt like time had stopped. I was growing more and more anxious the longer I waited. I loved my family and as much as it pained me to leave them, I knew I couldn’t stay here longer. Even Gemma could tell that my mind was elsewhere.

“Why don’t you go visit her in New York?” she suggested last night. It was the obvious solution, to show up a day before I was supposed to see her, but part of me still wasn’t sure if she’d want that. Scarlett’s family was important to her and I didn’t think having me show up on her last day with them would be the best idea. Shaking my head at Gemma’s suggestion, I pulled out my phone and noticed a new message, from Kendall.

“I’m not sure if you opened my Christmas gift to you or not, but I thought I’d just check. I was an idiot before, I know. Nothing is going on between you and Scarlett, she’s just your friend and I need to get better at trusting you. I thought we could all go on a ski trip together, the two of us, and Scarlett, and some of our other friends. I want to get to know her. If she’s important to you, then I want her to be important to me. Let me know when you get back.”

I stared at her message over and over, racking my brain for any reason as to why she could possibly think this was a good idea. Ever since that day, my responses to her had been short. I wasn’t texting her non-stop anymore, but at the same time I hadn’t quite told her that I was losing interest, fast.

I couldn’t be the mean guy. She was trying to be nice, though forcing Scarlett and Kendall in the same room together seemed like a death match waiting to happen. With a sigh, I sent Kendall a text, letting her know that seemed great, and asked for more details.

It dawned on me that I needed to get back to New York early even more now. I couldn’t just tell Scarlett on the plane back to LA that we’d be skiing. Her suitcase would probably be packed for California weather, and Scarlett hated unplanned surprised. Granted, me visiting her in New York would be one, but that was different.

I made a few phone calls and got all of Scarlett’s information regarding where she lived, managing to change my flights in the process. All I could do was just hope she would be okay with me intruding on her family time.

And so now, here I was, at Heathrow, catching the first flight out. Gemma took me to the airport, and I promised my mum that I’d be flying her down to visit me soon enough. She really had to see LA, it was incredible. I glanced at my watch again, wishing I had chosen another time to fly. Scarlett was probably asleep, so I couldn’t bother with texting her, Liam was the only one of the boys I could imagine would be awake right now, but I know he was on holiday with Sophia and I didn’t want to cut in to their alone time.

After waiting for what felt like ages, I was finally able to board my flight, and ordered myself a drink, calming my nerves. What if she didn’t want to go on this trip? What if she turned me away when I showed up at her house? Flying across an ocean for someone only seemed to work in the movies, in real life; it was hard to plan a surprise like this.

The few drinks were enough to put me to sleep and I was out for most of my flight. When we landed at LaGuardia, I was greeted with dozens of messages. Louis asking if I wanted to go out that night, Niall asking if I wanted to grab a bite to eat, Nick hearing that I was at the airport and wondering where his goodbye kiss was. I chuckled at the last one and scrolled past it, wondering if I had any from Scarlett.

“Good morning you dork.”

For a moment, I forgot what I had sent her the night before to make her call me a dork, then I remembered my cat had fallen asleep in the most awkward position, hanging off of the side of the couch, so I had snapped a picture. It was a little after noon, so knowing Scarlett; she would just be finished with her early afternoon yoga.

“Morning, love. Finished with yoga?”

I slipped my phone into my pocket, knowing I would need to be on high alert. As always when I flew, I had to leave through a separate exit and there was normally a car waiting for me. It was to ensure there wouldn’t be mass chaos in the airport. Once inside the car, I pulled my phone out again, smiling at the text from Scarlett. I knew I was doing the right thing, going to see her.

Everything felt so natural with her, why wouldn’t she be happy to see me?

Handing the driving the directions to her house, it was all I could do to sit back and wait.

Scarlett’s POV

I set my phone down on the dresser, grinning from ear to ear at my last text from Harry. He was, in fact, one of the dorkiest people I have ever met, and I’m glad I was getting to know this side of him. I may have let it slip that I was going to hop in the shower, rinsing off the layer of sweat that accumulated on my body after my intense yoga session earlier.

“I’m going to hop in the shower, what’s for lunch?” I asked my mom as I passed her on the way to the bathroom. The best part about being home is that my parents had missed me so much; they were waiting on me hand and foot. Making my bed, doing my laundry, cooking my meals. I missed them too, and even though I was way too old for this, I couldn’t say no to my mom.

“Healthy stuff, Scarlett, don’t worry,” my mom teased, poking her tongue out at me. I laughed at my family’s antics and shook my head, walking off towards the bathroom. Stepping into the hot shower, I couldn’t help but think back to that shower I shared with Harry the morning that we left LA. We nearly missed our flight because of him, but I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy every moment of it.

I was excited about going back to LA tomorrow and spending more time with Harry. Even though I loved my family and I wished I could have more time with them, I missed Harry. I missed his stupid puns, his crooked smile, his curly hair. When I was with Harry, I could let loose, let my hair down. A schedule didn’t matter as much to me, and for the first time in a long time, I was with a guy who made me laugh.


I shouldn’t think that way. Harry and I were complicated, but we weren’t together. I made that clear to him a few weeks ago, and he wasn’t going to push me into dating him. At this time, my career had to come first. Harry and I would just have to be Harry and I.

For now.

I turned off the shower and grabbed one of my towels, wrapping one around my head the other around my torso. Peaking out of the bathroom, I made sure my little brother wasn’t around before dashing off to my bedroom, keeping the towel secured around my torso. I could smell whatever it was my mom was making for lunch all the way in my room and quickly changed into some sweatpants and one of Harry’s shirts I stole.

As I made my way into the kitchen, I heard a knock at the door. I wasn’t sure who it could be, I wasn’t expecting anyone, and it turned out my dork of a brother had left to go ice-skating with some of his friends. He had a key, so he wouldn’t have been knocking. Without looking I opened the door and if I had been holding something in my hands, I surely would have dropped it.

“X-Xander?” I stammered, glancing around nervously. I didn’t know what he was doing here, or why he would think it was okay to show up. He had some harsh words to say to me a few weeks ago, and now here he was, standing outside of my door, with flowers in hand.

“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but please, hear me out. I was an idiot when I said those things to you. I was jealous. You got to get out of the city, again, not even that, but you get to travel the world with these guys. And I was jealous of your friendship with Harry. I should have trusted that you would stay faithful. I’m just asking you for another chance, Scarlett, please, I’m begging you.” Xander looked like he was going to cry, but it was too little too late.

Why couldn’t he have not said those things to me on the phone? Or been a better boyfriend in general? After spending time with Harry, I realized I had become complacent with Xander. We were just going through the motions, the two of us, and Harry showed me what being a couple should really look like. It had nothing to do with the amount of money he had, most of the time, Harry and I did things that didn’t require money He simply enjoyed spending time with me.

Shutting the door behind me as to not disturb my parents, I stepped into the hall with Xander, folding my arms over my chest. I had to stay strong. It would be easy to jump into his arms, accept his apology, and live happily ever after. He had to know that he couldn’t just show up with flowers and think everything was going to be okay.

“It’s been weeks, Xander. It’s a little too late for all of this,” I admitted, blinking back tears. I did care about him once; so seeing him so crushed almost made me lose all of my resolve.

“But I love you,” he said, stepping closer to me. I took a few steps back, unsure of what he was trying to do. “And I know you love me.” Xander put his hands on my hips, trying to pull me closer and I turned my head away, pushing against his chest. “Xander, no.” He wouldn’t listen to my cries of protest.

“Just one kiss, Scarlett. You’ll see. If we just have one more kiss, you’ll know how much I love you,” he continued, holding me against the wall. I wanted to scream, I wanted to be able to push him off, but I couldn’t. I was in shock; I couldn’t believe that I thought I loved this man.


I was going crazy; I had to have been going crazy. The only person that called me Scar was Harry, but there was no way he was here. He couldn’t be here, he was in England. Xander was forcing himself on me, and I seemed to have gone to my happy place, which was to Harry.

The next few seconds were a blur, I hadn’t realized what was going on until Xander was gone and I was standing ion the other side of the door with Harry’s arms wrapped around me. “Shah, it’s okay. I told you, I’d never let anyone hurt you, Scar, and I meant it,” he told me calmly. I wasn’t even entirely sure if this was really happening, what was Harry doing in my house?

Soon enough my parents were also by my side, and Harry relayed as much of the story as he knew to them. Xander had shown up. Harry was right to assume that with the flowers in his hand, he intended to apologize, but he wasn’t sure what led to Xander pinning me against the wall, trying to kiss me.

My dad handed me a glass of water and I let Harry help me onto the couch, taking a few sips of the water as I attempted to calm down. I watched in silence as he introduced himself to my parents, though I’m sure he didn’t need one. I had gone on non-stop to my other about him for days; she was probably tired of all of the Harry talk by now.

“We were just finishing up lunch, why don’t you put your things in the guest room, it’s down the hall, next to Scarlett’s.” My mom pointed the way for Harry to drop off of his things and I watched as he left me sitting on the couch, alone. I set my glass down onto the coffee table and followed behind Harry.

When he turned around, it seemed as though I had startled him, in a good way. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, I just wanted to surprise you,” he explained, answering my questions before I could ask them. We were so in sync sometimes, it frightened me. Smiling, I took a few steps towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist, taking him all in.

“Thank you for being there, Harry. I…don’t know what he would’ve done to me if you hadn’t,” I stopped myself, hoping Xander wouldn’t have gone past trying to get a kiss out of me. Harry silenced me with his own lips, the only lips I wanted on mine. “I’ll always be there, Scar Even when you don’t ask for me,” he murmured.

Pulling away, I couldn’t erase the smile on my face if I tried, and turned to lead Harry towards the kitchen.

“Hey Scar?” I heard him say and I glanced over at him, only to find that smirk I hated so much on his lips. It only showed its face whenever Harry was being cheeky.

“Nice shirt.”

I groaned, realizing Harry now knew I slept in his clothes against his knowledge and playfully punched his arm before taking a spot at the table with my family. He would fit right in with them, I knew it.


I'm back!! And I promise, a super fast extra update, since there was such a huge delay.


Would love more of this story. :)

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I love this story please continue it. The 22 chapters I've read already have been amazing and I want to see where Harry and Scarlett end up..

Omg please continue. I'm obsessed with this story!!!

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Pls finish I LOVE LOVE this story

Definitely! Please do continue!