It's been five months since the last time I've seen Harry, since the last time I felt his touch or heard his raspy voice. Five long months since his arms protectively wrapped around my torso, pulling me towards him as if he never wanted it to end, never wanted to let me go. It’s been five bitter months since I’ve pushed my shaky hand through his soft curls or left a mark on his neck. It’s been so long since I was happy.

I strolled down the streets of New York for about five months now, only thinking about how much I needed him, how much I wanted him to come back for me – how ready I was to forgive him and forget what ever has happened. Later on I found out that Harry and Taylor had been a publicity thing but it was too late for anything then. Harry disappeared from my life. Back then I was way too proud to tell him I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t frustrated – I was way too proud to tell him I needed to hold him like the sun holds the moon. I was way too proud to be happy.

Harry hadn’t given up, though. He called and texted for two months, never skipping a day. He wished me a good morning every day and a good night every night. He made sure he was what I woke up to and the last thing I thought about at night. He made sure I don’t forget – and because of that I never did. I never replied, though. I couldn’t find it in me to, I knew I would break if I did so I never did. And then, three months ago, I found a red rose on my door step with an attached envelope.

When I opened the envelope and took out the letter, I started reading.


My dearest Broke,

Here’s a letter for all the times I forgot to remind you how much I loved you, for all the times I didn’t hold your hand when I could. Here’s a letter for everything I should’ve done while I held you close, while you were still by my side, a letter for everything I didn’t appreciate and for everything I never thought I would lose. Here’s a letter for everything I should’ve been. Here’s a letter for you.

I need you so much closer.

Yours always,
Harry.


I broke down crying in the hallway of my building, tears streaming down my face as I called for him, hoping he was still there but he never showed up. I haven’t been myself since then. My study at the NYU was almost over as I passed all of my exams and was finally ready to start working but I couldn’t forget about the colour of emerald eyes piercing into mine as we laid together, our legs tangled. He would come back in my dreams and he would talk to me, telling me how he spent his day – telling me everything. He didn’t lie, for once, he just kept talking. His well known laughter would echo around the light filled room and as I stared at his pretty features, I would wake up in tears and sweat.

Hayden would usually run in my room and hold me as I cried over the best thing that happened to me, whispering pretty things in my ear. But she wasn’t him, no one was. He couldn’t be replaced in my heart.

The dreams were never regular, they would appear every month or so as a reminder of how good it was. As a reminder of what I had.

When I got home, I unlocked the door to see a worried Hayden sitting on our couch, looking as if she had seen a ghost. A cup of tea warming up her hands as she looked towards me.

“Broke, your dad called.” She told me and my face stiffened.

“W-what?” I blinked rapidly just to make sure what she was saying was real. And it was.

“He told me to tell you to call him back. He apparently has big news.” I nodded my head and sat next to her, holding her hand.

“It’s okay, Broke.” She said nodding her head “You should call him, maybe it is big news.” I nodded and picked up the phone. I sighed.

I never liked talking to my dad because we never had that father – daughter relationship. He was a jerk towards me when my mom died, probably blaming me for everything that has happened to us since. He even kicked me out of our house before I moved to New York and has never sent me any money to help support me but I was fine – I had to be.

I dialled the number I could never forget as I waited him to pick up. Hayden squeezed my hand just when my father answered.

“Hello?” his voice echoed.

“H-hi.” I said “It’s me.”

“Broke, my dear. How are you?” he started this small talk that I hated and I sighed.

“I’m fine father, I figured there was something that you wanted?”

“I’m opening up a private school in London as we’re now an international company which you would know if you ever checked on your old man.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

“That has nothing to do with me.” I said and heard him sigh.

“Broke, can you just leave this be? I need a maths professor and you’ve just graduated. You’re my daughter, Broke. It makes you perfect for the job.”

“I’m not moving to London, father!” I exclaimed and Hayden widened her eyes in shock.

Notes

Hello to all of my lovely readers! :D Harry's and Broke's adventures are back, hope you'll enjoy!

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