Harry's POV

"Sophie, I'm not going to ask you again."

She crosses her arms and sits down on the floor, lip pouted dramatically in her current state of anger and attitude. I just want to see Savannah. I didn't sleep at all and normally I have all the patience in the world for Sophie, but not today. Not with my relationship that hasn't even started yet hanging in the balance.

"Sophie. Now."

She immediately starts crying, loud and completely fake wails that run my last bit of patience into the ground. She stays put on the floor so I take her little shoes and bend down in front of her to put them on. She kicks my hands when I'm done and I pick her up immediately.

"Don't kick me," I say firmly. She cries louder. "Do you want to go play at daycare or do you want to sit in your room without toys?"

She stops almost immediately, her lip wobbling slightly now. She looks at me with her big green eyes. "Sowy Daddy."

"It's okay, baby. But I need you to listen, okay? We need to get you to daycare a little early because Daddy has somewhere to go before work."

"Okay," she whimpers.

"Okay. Now let's head down to the car, all right?"

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"Thanks for doing this, I'm sorry to ask so last minute," I say to the woman that runs the daycare centre. She smiles and waves a hand.

"Not to worry. That's what we're here for. If it's an emergency, I'm happy to help."

"I need to get going. Bye, Soph." She waves a hand without looking up from her toys and I just laugh. "Okay, thanks again. I think Savannah will be picking her up, but I'm not sure."

"I'll expect either of you. Don't worry about it."

I nod and let myself out of the building. To be honest I'm still not comfortable leaving Sophie there with strangers, but Savannah and I both need to work.

I don't know why I insist on driving in this city. I could walk to Savannah's faster than the traffic lets me drive and right now I just want to see her. Need to see her. What happened last night was never supposed to happen, she was never supposed to find out. I went on two dates with Sam and they were dreadful. They meant less than nothing to me and the entire time all I did was compare her to Savannah and ask myself what the hell I was doing. The second time wasn't really a date, though. She let herself into my place and made me cook for her.

Savannah and I finally got to a good place. I had everything I ever wanted, everything I thought I couldn't have again. The three of us being a family is all I ever wanted, and it's so close. Within my reach, and Savannah's, and I need to convince her that it still is and she should take hold of it. I have this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that if she decides not to go through with this, it's never going to happen.

When I finally get to her floor I start running through the hallway to get to her apartment. There's only four per floor- they're massive- so it doesn't take long to get there. I start pounding on the door, but I immediately realize that probably isn't the best approach.

"Savannah?" I call, leaning with my hands on either side of the door. "Please talk to me."

I hear shuffling behind the door. I know she's still home, she doesn't usually go into the office until nine and it's just after eight now.

"Savannah, please let me explain," I ask pathetically. Do twenty-eight year olds do this? I don't think so, but I guess you do what you have to do.

"Go away Harry," I hear her say weakly. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Please, just five minutes."

"No," she says. I hear something hit the door and I imagine her leaning back against it.

"Baby, I'm sorry." I lean my forehead against the door. "Please let me in."

The door suddenly opens a few inches and lift my head to look at the beautifully sad girl I'm in love with. Her eyes are a little puffy and red-rimmed, crying from me I assume. She wipes one of her eyes and opens it more.

"Fine," she says, stepping to the side. "Five minutes. Only because my neighbours are going to think I'm crazy if you keep yelling like a lunatic."

The door opens the rest of the way and my heart breaks a little when I realize how upset she actually is. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, she's wearing massive sweatpants and a sweater that I believe is mine from when we first started dating five years ago.

"Where is Sophie?" she asks suddenly.

"Don't worry, I dropped her at daycare early so I could get here before you left for work."

"I'm not going in until this afternoon," she says, closing the door again. She stands in front of it, crossing her arms over her chest. She seems to be closing in on herself, her shoulders hunched. "What do you want?"

"To explain. I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted you to find out about Sam."

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. "That doesn't really matter, does it? I found out anyway. And it doesn't mean if you wanted to hurt me or not, you still did."

"I know." I step closer to her and she seems to retreat further into herself.

"What happened?" she asks quietly. Her eyes meet mine and I want to reach out to her, to comfort her somehow. But when I'm the one that hurt her I'm not sure that's my place.

"I told you. We had a fight and she asked me out, so I agreed. We went to dinner and that was it."

"Did you go out a second time?"

Do I lie? No. Lying is what got me here in the first place. She stares at me for a moment and I can see the hope in her eyes fading with the silence.

"Yes," I say finally. Her eyes close and I'm quick to try to recover. "But it wasn't really a date. She forced it on me, I swear. She just walked into my place and practically forced me to make her dinner. It was probably the most unpleasant evening of my life."

"Did you kiss her?"

My eyes go wide. "What?"

"You heard me, Harry. Did you kiss her."

"I didn't," I say slowly. She breathes a sigh of relief and I brace myself for what's next. "But she kissed me."

Her eyes snap back to mine and instead of sadness or hurt all I see is anger on her face. I'm going to be honest, that's not what I was expecting.

"Get out," she says, opening the door. I shake my head.

"No."

"Yes, Harry. Get the hell out." She puts one hand on her hip and stares at me, waiting.

"No, we're going to talk about this."

"I'm done talking. Just leave."

"Savannah, I'm sorry! You know I wouldn't do that on purpose and I never meant for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen! I was just angry and frustrated with the way things were betweens us."

"Oh, so you run to the first slut you find down the hall?" she fires back hotly.

"No, that's not what happened!"

"That's exactly what happened!" she shouts. She knots her fingers into her hair and steps from the door, and I take the immediate opportunity to close it.

"It wasn't like that, it wasn't about her at all."

"And now I find out that you actually kissed her. Someone else kissed you, how do you think that makes me feel?" she asks, her hand on her chest.

"I can imagine," I admit, wincing at the idea of her kissing someone else.

"It makes me question everything. How can you say you love me when you did this? You knew it would hurt me if I found out and you did it anyway, and I never thought you would do something like that so carelessly."

"Savannah-"

"No, Harry." She spins around. "Do you realize what's happening? We're not even together a week and we're already fighting! This is exactly like last time and I'm not doing that again. I refuse to go back to that. We were miserable."

"We were having a hard time, yes, but we were not miserable. And that's not what the problem is here!"

"I don't even care what the problem is. I just want you to leave," she says tiredly. "I can't do this anymore, Harry, it's exhausting.

"No," I say again, walking towards her. She takes a step back and shakes her head. "I let you go way too easy last time and I'm not doing that again. I love you and that's not going to change so you might as well get used to it."

"Harry-"

I cut her off before she can protest again, my hands on either side of her face and my lips against hers. She pushes against my chest at first, but she's kissing me back anyway. When she stops finally she fists my shirt in her fists. Her tongue is hot against mine and I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Maybe this isn't the best way to solve our problems, but right now I just need to show her that I love her. And I need to prove to her that she still loves me. It's there somewhere, buried under her anger. She needs to see it.

I carry her to her bedroom and much to my surprise, she doesn't protest. In fact, when I set her on the ground she reaches down to remove her own sweatershirt. I finish the job for her and she immediately goes for mine. By the time we reach the bed I'm stepping out of my jeans and she's taking her own pants off as well.

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad," she says breathlessly. I push her down on the bed and she crawls back, her hand on the back of my neck to pull me back down to her.

Her skin against my skin, the feeling of us being so close after so long makes me feel things I didn't even remember I ever felt. There's fire running through my blood and every time she breathes into my mouth I feel like she's breathing life into me.

Savannah's POV

This is such a bad idea. But is it, though? I mean in theory I guess it's not going to fix anything but...it doesn't feel like a bad idea. Besides, who can think clearly with someone so damn near perfect laying on top of them?

Harry plants his forearms on either side of my shoulders, our lips breaking contact when he slowly eases inside of me. He buries his face against my neck and my fingers tangle into his curls as he fills me. His movements are slow, but I can see he's struggling to stay so composed.

"I missed you," he breathes against my neck. Despite the clammy heat between us I feel goosebumps on my body.

I simply nod in response and his lips find mine again. The hand that isn't in his hair rakes down his back and a low sound leaves his throat. He starts moving a little faster, more friction, more of something I've missed for two years. Harry may make me crazy, but he also makes me feel things I could never feel with anyone else. I'm not ready to lose that forever quite yet.

His thrusts get a little harder and our breaths mould against each others when his lips leave mine. I reach to either side of me, fisting the sheets in my hands for some control. The light sweat on his forehead makes me crazy and when I pull his lips back to mine a forceful moan finally finds its way out of me.

"Fuck," I breathe, squeezes my eyes shut. His movements become harder and sloppier and while I reach my high he somehow gets closer to me. When I open my eyes again his are pinched shut while he rides out his own.

"Shit." He lays down on top of me and we both try to catch our breath. I try to resist the urge to brush my fingers through his hair, but the damage is done and resisting is pointless now. He sighs pleasurably when I do and I can't help but smile. That may have been dumb, but it was well worth it.

"I missed you," he repeats, lifting his head to press his forehead against mine.

"Me too," I whisper. And I did. So much. I just don't know if I forgive him.

---

Harry is still lying on my bed when I get out of the shower. He's got pants on now, thank goodness, and when he sees me his face lights up.

"Don't you have to work?" I ask. He shrugs.

"I asked someone to cover my class this morning." He stands and walks up behind me while I fish through my closet for something to wear. His arms slide around my waist and he kisses my neck. "Maybe we could go for breakfast or something."

"I can't." He freezes and I make myself remember that this is necessary. "I have to go to the office."

"What? I thought you said you were going in after lunch?"

"I was going to, but I think I should go now."

"Why?"

I sigh and turn around, saddened by the confusion in Harry's eyes. "I just have to."

"Savannah-" He's cut off by his phone ringing. He doesn't reach for it, though.

"You should take that," I say quietly. "I have to get dressed."

He opens his mouth to argue and I step away from him, looking through my dresses. I hear him walk out, his phone pressed to his ear. I'm so incredibly hurt by what Harry did while we were broken up. Maybe I shouldn't be; we weren't together and technically he didn't do anything to me, but I thought we were both thinking the same way during those two years. I only though about him. I guess I assumed he was doing the same, but now I feel so betrayed for some reason. I feel like I mean less to him now that I know he went running to the slut down the hall when he got frustrated. I don't want someone that goes running to someone else, I want someone that stays with me.

I pick out a light blue dress fitted through the body with some lace detailing on the bust and straps. When I step out of the closet Harry is still on the phone.

"No, this Friday isn't good," he says angrily. "Move it to another night, I don't care when. I told you, weekends don't work for me."

My brow furrows. What does he do that involves not being able to bring Sophie?

"No! Damn it, Scott, if you want the money then reschedule the damn thing. During the week, like I told you." He pauses and turns, pinching the bridge of his nose. When he sees me he looks nervous. "I'll call you back."

"What was that about?" I ask as he hangs up.

"Nothing. Why are you running from me?" he asks instead. I sigh.

"I'm not, Harry. I'm just not sure how I feel right now. You hurt me."

"I'm sorry," he says gently, tracing my jaw with his fingertips. "You know I would never do that on purpose. I love you, you know that."

"I do," I agree. "But that doesn't change what happened. i just need to figure out what I want."

"And in the meantime?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I guess I'll get Sophie from daycare and you can pick her up as usual on Thursday night."

"What? We're just not going to see each other at all?"

"I'll see you Thursday," I repeat quietly. "That's all I can do right now, Hary. I just need some time, please."

He sighs and shakes his head. "Why do I feel like I'm losing you again?"

His words break my heart but I try not to show it. He sways me easily and he knows that, and I feel like he'll use that to make me change my mind. But I think distance is what I need to be able to sort out how I feel about Harry and me and us being together again, if it can really work. Which right now I'm not sure.

"It's only a few days," I say weakly.

"Doesn't matter. After what just happened I'm going to miss you like hell."

My face flushes slightly and I have to divert my eyes from my bed so I don't have a stream of images flood my mind. Harry and I have always had amazing chemistry, an undeniable connection. But I need more than that. We've hurt each other too much and I can't do it anymore. It's now or never and that's what I need to figure out.

"I'll see you Thursday," I whisper. With my hands on either side of his face I give him a kiss, a slow one. Not really a good-bye, but close to it. Without looking at him again I walk into my bathroom and lock the door. I wait silently for the front door to close, and when it does I sink to the floor.

I have no idea what to do.

Notes

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