Adison's POV

Prove it? He wants me to prove how much I've been hurting without him? Fine. I finally manage to get my hands out of his grip and I shove at his chest so he rolls off of me. I'm so angry. How could he say those things? Does he honestly think it was easy for me to do that to us? Nothing about that was easy. Nothing.

I stand and storm over to my room, digging through my closet for the small box where I keep things that mean a lot to me. Most of it consists of stuff from my mother and from Harry. That's it. I yank it out and throw it roughly on my desktop, flinging open the box. Harry comes in my room after shutting the front door. He seems calm as ever and it's absolutely infuriating.

"Alright, you want me to prove it?" I spit. "You want me to prove that our relationship was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me? That it literally broke me to do that to you?"

He folds his arms over his chest and I shake my head a few times as I look down at the box. What first.

"This," I say, taking out a movie stub. "This is from the first time you took me to the movies." I slam it down on the table and Harry comes closer to examine it. "And this. This is a pinecone I found on the ground outside the ice rink you took me to before we were even dating." I chuck it at his chest and he flinches, watching my face only. "You don't think I care about you? That's what you think that was? Harry if you think I broke up with you because I actually didn't want you then you're an idiot."

He opens his mouth to say something but I don't let him.

"This is a dried flower from the bouquet you had on the table at the roller park," I say, holding out a small box I had pressed the flower it. I throw it on the desk. "And then there's these." I pick up the stack of photos of his and take the first one. "Christmas. New Year's Eve. Some at school. I kept all of them!" I shout, throwing the stack at his chest. They flutter to the ground and the tears are now flowing down my face. I don't know if it's from being angry or sad, but it doesn't matter.

"Adie-"

"No! You don't get to tell me how I feel, Harry. You think I haven't missed you? That I haven't cried more than I did when my mother died? I miss you all the time. Of course I do, I still love you!"

"Ads-"

"Stop!" I put my hands out in front of me when he tries to come closer to me. "You don't get to call me that, not anymore. I know that I hurt you, Harry. I know that. But you don't understand how hard that was for me. I didn't want to. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Why the fuck would it be easy for me to let you go?"

"Then why didn't you answer any of my calls?" he shouts, finally getting a word in. "You just cut me out of your life! If you didn't want to break up with me then I don't understand why you did it! Do you see us right now? How is this better?"

"Because I don't deserve you! I don't deserve any of this," I shout, walking to the desk and dumping his stuff out. I throw some of it at him and knock the rest off my desk.

"Adie, stop," he pleads. He reaches out for me but I push his hand away.

"I'm too broken, Harry! You deserve so much better than me. I hurt you. All I do is hurt you. Why are you even here?" He just stares at me and I walk over to my bedside table where I keep the picture of us as kids. "The girl in this picture deserved you. She could have handled your love, Harry. But I can't. I don't deserve it and you shouldn't give it to me."

"Stop!" He shouts. "Adie, I am no where near good enough for you, never mind too good. I don't even understand what you're saying!"

"Just leave, Harry," I plead. He takes a step towards me and it scares me. He's going to wear me down. "Stop! Please, just go! I don't want you anymore!"

"Don't," he pleads.

"Leave!" I shout. Something snaps inside me and I throw the picture frame at him. He ducks and it goes hurtling into the wall, glass shattering as it falls to the ground. I'm sobbing uncontrollably at this point.

Harry's POV

She clutches at her hair and I turn and stare at the mess of glass on the floor. Maybe I approached this wrong. Of course she's hurting, I don't fucking know why I said that. I turn around again and look at this beautifully broken girl in front of me.

"I'm not going to give up on you," I say softly. Her tear soaked eyes meet mine and I take a slow step towards her. She shakes her head at me. "I love you, Adie."

"No," she says, shaking her head. She copies my step forward with one backwards.

"Yes," I argue, still moving forward slowly. "I do. I love you."

"Stop," she pleads. She thinks this is good for me and that taking me back would be the wrong thing to do. She's wrong. She takes another step back.

"I know you love me," I venture. She closes her eyes and shakes her head again. "Yes, you do."

She suddenly reaches down and fiddles with the clasp on her bracelet, the one I gave her. I hadn't even realized she was wearing it. I take some fast steps to get close while she's not paying attention. She finally gets it off.

"Stop," I plead.

"Take it," she says, holding it out to me. "I don't need it anymore. I'm not yours."

"Yes, you are."

"No," she sobs. She still holds the gold chain out to me. "I don't deserve it. I broke your heart. Give it to someone that won't hurt you."

"You did hurt me," I agree, taking another step. She's at arm's reach now. "But you can fix me. No one else can do that."

She shakes her head. "Stop."

"No. I'm not going to. I'm not giving up on you because you are worth it, Ads."

"No!" She flings the bracelet at me and steps back again, but the action brings her against the wall. No where to go now. I slowly bend down and pick it up again. This is hers. It always will be.

"Let me put it back on," I suggest quietly, stepping closer again. She presses herself harder into the wall. I reach for her hand but she tears it away. "Fine."

She watches with wide eyes as I throw the bracelet to the side. I'll deal with that later. Right now there's only one thing I want to do.

Adison's POV

I'm acting like a lunatic. Why is he still here? What more can he possibly take from me? I've put him through hell and he's still here, still fighting for me. Who does that?

"Tell me you love me," he says firmly. His green eyes dance between mine as I shake my head. "You said it once already, don't think I didn't hear it."

Shit.

"Say it," he commands, stepping closer to me. Both of us are breathing heavy and I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. My eyes close as I shake my head a bit, trying to argue with him. This isn't good, this isn't what I planned for. He's not supposed to love me anymore.

"Harry-"

He puts his large hands on either side of my face and I stop. I want to argue, I know that I should but I just can't. Him being so close has clouded my thoughts completely. When I open my eyes he's still staring at me, even more intensely than before. His thumbs swipe across my cheeks in an attempt to wipe the fallen tears. My hands overlap his and I slowly pull them away with what little resolve I have left.

"Adie," he whispers. "Please just talk to me."

I shake my head. "You need to go."

"No."

"Yes, Harry. Please just-"

"No," he says again. Before I can protest my face is once again between his hands and his lips are against mine. He kisses me hard, not letting me break free. I put my hands against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away, but he doesn't let me. Slowly but surely my resolve fades and my lips are moving with his. He slides one hand to the back of my neck and the other moves down to wrap around my waist, holding my body against his. I fist his shirt in my hands and he slowly slows the heated kiss, eventually prying his lips from mine.

"I missed you so much," he breathes. "You know that?"

"Yeah," I whisper.

"I love you," he says shakily. I know he wants me to say it back right now. Instead I put my hands on his face and pull his lips back to mine. It feels so natural to kiss him again. It's the best feeling in the world. My whole body feels warm and alive in a way that it hasn't since the last time I saw him. It's a feeling that I'm not sure I'll ever find again.

He suddenly lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His tongue moves desperately with mine and he carries me over to my bed, setting me on my back and laying on top of me. His lips trail down my neck and my chest and in my head I know that this is a bad idea but I have no will to stop it. His hands slide the material of my shirt up to under my bra and he leaves delicate kisses over the soft skin.

"I love you," he says against my stomach. "So fucking much."

"Just shut up and kiss me," I breathe. His lips are back on mine then, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. His body presses into mine and I reach down for his shirt. He sits up abruptly and pulls the material from his body, tossing it to the side and quickly reattaching our mouths. This is nothing like the last time we were together; that was slow, loving, tender. This is frantic and needy and honestly it's exactly what I need. I missed him so much.

He tugs at the bottom of my top and I raise my arms over my head so he can pull it off me. He leaves fast, wet kisses all over my chest and my fingers tangle into his hair. When I start to miss him too much I tug on his curls and he brings his lips back to mine with a small smile on his face. It doesn't take l long for him start kissing my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin below my jaw. One of his hands goes to the front of my jeans and my bottom lip is taken between my teen. He manages to somehow get them undone with one hand. I lift my hips and he sits back to pull them from my legs. I sit up and undo the buckle of his pants, smiling a little at the familiar black skinnies. Some things never change. Once the button is undone I put my hands on his shoulders and push him to the side, straddling his legs to pull the material off. I feel him smirking as he watches me struggle with it, but it's not my fault the boy practically spray-paints them on!

When they're gone I lay on his chest, giving him a taste of his own medicine and kissing the side of his neck. He moans and I smile against his skin, pleased with the reaction. I slowly move down his chest and stomach, taking my sweet time and taking frequent glances. He watches me carefully, eyes occasionally squeezing shut and lip between his teeth. He suddenly grabs my arms and pulls me back up to his face, wasting no time in flipping us back over.

"Show me how much you missed me," I say breathlessly. A crooked smile pulls at his lips and I reach up to run the pad of my thumb over his dimple.

"It's not possible," he says hoarsely. "But I'll try."

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I wake up abruptly when I hear my phone vibrating on the floor. I gently pry Harry's arm from around my waist in my best effort not to wake him up. I have to search a bit among the mess on my floor, but when I do find my phone I get to it on time.

"Hello?" I answer breathlessly.

"Adie?" It's Sam. "What happened to you? I thought you said you were coming like two hours ago."

"Right." I rub my hand over my eyes and sit on the end of the bed, turning to eye my curly-haired guest. "Something came up."

"Is everything okay?"

"Umm...I'll let you know when I figure out," I say, laughing a little. Honestly I have no idea what's going on.

"Alright. Whatever that means. If you change your mind come over whenever."

"Thanks. See you later."

I hang up and put my phone on my desk and crawl back to beside Harry. As I lift the covers back over my still naked body his arm reaches for me. Still asleep, his eyebrows furrow and a slight frown decorates his features when he doesn't find me. I giggle quietly and move closer to him, letting him put his arm back around me and pull me to his body. He sighs and pulls me tight against his chest, his lips resting against my forehead. This isn't exactly how I imagined our first time seeing each other ending up; screaming fight, me throwing things at him like a crazy person and us ending up having sex. Oh well. I feel somewhat whole for the first time in a while. It's a nice feeling.

I watch Harry's face as he sleeps, eyes fluttering slightly as he dreams. It feels like we were never apart, like this is just one of many visits he's taken to visit me here in London. Why couldn't I just let this be the way it happened? Why couldn't I just let him in? I should have just talked to him instead of making the decision by myself. We were both hurting so much and it's completely my fault. I want to try to make this work...but do I even deserve that?

"Go back to sleep," Harry rasps.

"How did you even know I was awake?" I ask quietly. He smiles a bit and pulls me closer, his nakedness causing me to blush.

"Magic," he answers.

"Harry, we need to talk about everything," I continue. He sighs and presses his lips to my forehead.

"We will. Right now I just want to lay here with you."

Well he just knows how to make your heart melt to puddles, doesn't he? I smile and wrap my arm around his waist, content to do just that. Him being here helps me not to worry so much, and eventually I drift back to sleep.

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Harry. The first thing I think every time I wake up. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he thinking about me?

For once, I know the answers to those questions. When I wake up the first thing I smell is bacon. I sit up, holding the blankets to my bare chest so I can lean forward and look into the kitchen. Harry is standing in front of the stove, boxers the only thing covering him, going back and forth between two pans. It's dark by now, probably after midnight already. Doesn't matter, though, as long as he's still here.

I slowly get up and scurry to the closet so I can get something to wear. I still have Harry's plaid shirt, and now seems like a good time to wear it again. I just slide some underwear on underneath, not bothering with pants since it's just the two of us right now. I try rolling up the sleeves, but they just keep falling down. I try not to grimace at the complete mess on my floor, evidence of my outburst when Harry first came here.

"You're awake," Harry says. I turn and walk over to him, still trying to roll the sleeves of the shirt.

"No I'm not," I tease. I walk up right beside him and he puts an arm around my shoulders, his lips pressed to the top of my head.

"Here," he laughs, taking my wrist. I sigh in defeat and he takes the task of rolling the sleeves so my hands aren't covered. He does the same with the other one and looks slowly up and down my body as he does.

"You're staring," I whisper. He smiles.

"I know," he whispers back. My face flushes and he pulls my arm around his body. "I can't help it."

"How did you get here? Does your family know you came?"

"I left a note for my mum," he explains, trying to tame my hair for me. "I couldn't sleep after you called me. I left at like seven in the morning before they were awake."

"Will she be upset?"

"Maybe a little, but I've been miserable so I'm sure she's happy that I'm doing something about it."

I feel a pang of guilt and my eyes close when I hear him say the word miserable. I made him miserable. How could I do that to him?

"Hey, it's okay," he says, putting his hands on either side of my face. "I'm here now and I'm so happy."

"I'm sorry." I open my eyes again and he smiles sadly at me. "I didn't mean..."

"I know." He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I know."

"What are we going to do?"

"I know what I want," he says firmly. "I still love you, Ads. We can make this work. You just have to let me try."

"I don't deserve you," I say to him, my voice breaking from tears once again threatening to fall.

"Stop," he scolds quietly. "Stop saying that. It's not true. It doesn't matter anyway. I love you and I want to be with you again."

"Okay," I agree quietly. He lifts his face away from mine and stares down at me like I'm an alien. "What?"

"Just like that?" he asks, a smile creeping onto his face. "That easy?"

"If you had clothes on it might be easier to say no," I joke. He laughs and I relish in the sound.

"Good thing I'm practically naked then. Watch the bacon for a minute?"

I nod and he kisses me quickly before walking back into my bedroom. The sizzling meat dances on the pan and I flip a few pieces before Harry comes back. I don't have to ask; he simply takes my wrist and fastens my infinity bracelet around it. Tears brim my eyes and He puts his finger under my chin to tilt it up to his face.

"Don't take that off again," he scolds teasingly. I laugh a little and he smiles adoringly down at me.

"I love you," I say finally.

He smiles wide and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face against my neck and lifting me off the ground. He spins me around a few times and I laugh lightly, the feeling finally not feeling forced for the first time in months.

Notes

yeah. thats all.

two more chapters people.

comment please :) theyve been great lately i love how into the story everyone is haha. love love love it.


ps. sorry if theres a ton of mistakes i didnt read through it very well.