*** Sarahs pov ***

I’ve tried to call Harry at least twenty times, as I’ve left a numerous of texts. He hasn’t answered any of them, confirming the fact that I actually should leave him alone.

I eventually gave up and decided to do my homework instead, which I should’ve done a long time ago.
I was wearing my headphone and the music was on the highest volume. The music was shutting out all of the noise that was surrounding me, and it made me think of other things for a while, but it always got back to one thing. Harry.

How could everything have gone so wrong? One simple slit, and he was gone. I should actually be blaming Mark. If it wasn’t for him showing up, or if he could just simply understand what I was saying from the beginning, this would’ve never happened.
I can’t stop thinking about how beaten-up Harry looked. I could almost swear that his nose was broken, or that he needed stitches. Ugh, the only feeling I’ve got that has gotten even stronger is my hate for Mark.

But who am I to blame others? It’s no less my fault. I messed this whole thing up I shouldn’t blame it on Mark.

Okay, whatever, back to my homework.
Just when I was about to get back to work, I felt someone, or something slightly touching my left shoulder. I turned around quickly out of habit and faced my father. He was doing gestures towards his ears, haha what? I took my earphones off as soon as I realized that it was those he was referring to.
“Hun, you’ve got a visitor” he said with a bright smile. Wait what?
“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a second” I answered, as he left. I checked my phone one last time. I’d got two missed phone-calls from Harry. Oh my god. I’ll have to check that up later, first I need to see who this visitor of mine is.

I got off the chair as I head towards the front-door.
While I was walking down the stairs, I saw a silhouette. I couldn’t tell who it was, until I got close enough to see a pair of dark curls emerge from the edge of the front door.
I didn’t hesitate to run towards him. I hugged him tightly as I whispered his name. I felt safe the minute I felt his scent. I had missed him so, so much.

“You don’t know what you’ve got until you start missing it a lot” they say, and it’s true.

I think he actually went in to some kind of a shock, he probably wasn’t prepared for such a greeting, but after a while he hugged me back.

“Sarah…” he started off, trying to talk to me. On the contrary, I pulled him even tighter against me.
“Harry, I’m so, so, so, so sorry” I said as I started telling him the whole story, without letting him go. I told him exactly what I told Liam. About Mark, about our fights, about what happened, how I feel about Mark, but not at least how I feel about him. He let me talk, he didn’t interrupt once.

I released myself as I looked at his face. His left eye was black and he had a few scratches. And his beautiful emerald green eyes. My thumb brushed his cheek as he stared at me.
I took a deep breath.
“I love you, Harry”

His eyes widened as he slightly opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
I could tell that he didn’t see that one coming.

Yes, I do love him, and I don’t want him to think otherwise. But I need to confess that it got a bit awkward as he didn’t answer. Please, say something. It doesn’t have to be “I love you too” Just… say something.

“I love you too” he said while he grinned. I didn’t even have any time to react as he then moved closer, pressing his lips gently to mine.
It felt like I was in heaven.

Notes

Reminder x2: I'm going to travel abroad tonight! I'll see you next sunday, okay?
Kisses! xx