"Harry, please don't go!" I exclaimed as I got off my sofa and ran towards the closed door. I pulled them opened and ran out on the empty hallway. I called his name once but I didn't get a response so I ran down the stairs. I've never been a good runner, it's just something I've had to live with my entire life. And just when I was about to reach the first floor, I tripped. I expected to fall against the cold tiles but that, however, never happened. I'd been caught in a pair of strong arms and held tight as he slowly lowered my body on the stairs.

"Harry, how did yo-"

"I heard you call me and I walked out of the building but then realized I really couldn't do something like that. So I came back. Right on time to catch you." he laughed softly and I threw my hands around his neck pulling him into a bone breaking hug.

"Harry, please don't." I cried into his shoulder as he held me close. He pulled me into his lap and started running his fingers through my hair.

"Don't what, princess?" he asked and I just shook my head at his choice of words.

"Don't leave. I always tell you I want you to leave, always tell you I don't want you. But I want you so much, you don't even know." I whispered the last words and felt him rock me a little bit.

"I love you too." he whispered in my ear and I shivered.

This was the Harry I loved. The one who knew just what to say all the time, the one who knew me better than myself. This was him. And as we sat there in the hallway, the only thing I could think about is how safe this felt and how much I wanted him in my life.

"Be with me." I whispered against his shoulder and felt him stop rocking me.

"I am with you." he leaned in a little and looked at me.

"You know what I mean." I looked around.

"I am with you." he answered again and tilted my head towards his with his index finger.

"The question is, my love, if you are with me." his emerald orbs burnt holes in my face in those moments. He waited for me to mutter the words he's been waiting to hear for a long time and I just sat there, in his lap, keeping my mouth shut. We kept quiet for a long time until -

"Yes." I whispered.

"Are you sure? It's going to be harder than last time." his hand wandered in my hair again and I nodded violently.

"I don't care how bad it gets as long as I have you. And don't lie to me, you hear me?" our lips were just inches apart, our foreheads together, "Don't you dare fucking lie to me ever again!" I shook my head and he nodded.

"It's you and I."

"Don't shut me out."

"It's you and I." he repeated and then his lips were on mine.

He kissed me softly, like he's never done before. I felt dizziness, I felt as if my own body was going to give up on me. As his hand wrapped around my back and his hand in my hair grabbed a fist of it, I straddled him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"I want you." I whispered against his lips and heard him grunt, as his lips made their way down my neck.

"You can have me." he whispered just as softly as I did, causing me to breath in violently, and arch my back against his arms. He moaned and pulled on my hair.

"Do that again, princess." and I did what I was told as I felt his growing member underneath myself. He picked me up and started carrying me back to my flat. I kissed his neck and jaw, pretty much every part of skin I could reach. As we reached my door, he opened them and stumbled in, but closed them as soon as he could and crashed us against them, my back against the door.

"Always in the same position." I laughed and he smirked.

"I can't help I like you pressed against the door..." he kissed me once, "...the wall...", he kissed my jaw, "...me..." he buckled his hips against mine and I felt my eyes disappearing into the holes. We kissed as if we were on fire, as if we hadn't touch one another for centuries. His hands were wandering around my body and mine were glued to his hair and shoulders. I tugged on his curls every now and then, earning a moan from him.

"We-we shouldn't." he moved away and I couldn't believe the words I'd just heard him mutter.

"What?" I asked, holding his jaw in my hand and staring into his eyes.

"We have issues, Broke. And we need to talk about them." he stared back at me and I nodded. He let me down and we walked back to the sofa where it all started. He sat and tapped his knees, indicating me to sit in his lap. And I did. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my hair once.

"What is it, gorgeous? What is it that bothers you this much?" he asked and I sighed.

"I'm not good enough for you, Harry." I whispered and his brows furrowed.

"What? Where is this coming from?" he looked at me and I focused my gaze on the ground. I could still feel his burning gaze on me.

"That morning in your flat, I figured if I didn't leave you, you would've left me." I whispered.

His hand caressed my cheek and he turned my head to look at him.

"Don't ever think that. I would never leave you. Not in million years, Broke. You are everything I think about, everything I'm hoping and longing for. You've captivated my mind in ways I never thought were possible. Broke..." he shook his head, his gaze still locked to mine, "... you are the love of my life."

"Sorry for being such a shitty love of a life." I smiled and he laughed.

"You know I wouldn't have it any other way."

Notes

Sorry for a long delay. Here's where the story actually starts.

Love, H.