He stood with his gray sweat pants, a white shirt sitting tight over his torso and his, usually drawn back perfectly, chocolate brown curls was now disorderly poking out on all sides and edges. His face glistened with a layer of sweat, his skin was unusually pale as he had sharp bags under his beautiful big green eyes.

He seemed to be… damaged, broken, worn out.

We were just staring at each other in shock, until he chose to take the first step.
Literally.

He seemed to ignore both socks and shoes, as he began walking down the stairs barefoot.
The chilly October air that were embracing me, now felt even colder.
He took the last step as he started walking through all the yellow and red leaves, which were now surrounding his feet.


What should I do?
Should I turn around and run away?
Or should I stay and pretend like nothing has ever happened?
Pretend like as if he’d never lied to me?
As if it was still something that wouldn’t ever cross his mind.
As if I was the only girl in his mind and in his life.

Breathing felt now more difficult than ever.
It just got heavier and heavier with each breath and with each step he took, and I could feel the panic grew within me.

My gaze was resting on his lips while he whispered my name again, and this time he was just a few feet away from me.
It had gone such a long time since I last saw him. So much has happened, so much I've learned.
So much that has changed.

The distance between us was no more than just a few centimeters, and my gaze was now stuck in his neck, as I could feel his warm breath against my forehead.

After a few moments, I could feel his palm caressing spirit against my right cheek. His touch continued to my jaw-line and down to my chin. He gently pressed it up, making our gazes meet at close quarters for the first time in five days, seven hours and thirty-two minutes.
It had felt like an eternity.

"Harry," I broke off the silence.
"Please, don’t talk” he whispered back.

He came closer and closer, inch by inch, while our gazes were still meeting.
"I knew it" he whispered right before I closed my eyes as his lips brushed against mine. It was a shy and reclusive kiss, but I soon backed away slightly.
“Knew what?” I whispered while my eyes were still closed and my lips were left just a half inch away from his.
“That you still love me”
That was it.
I smashed my lips onto his as the kiss grew. We were now kissing hungrily, taking back all these days without each other. We were both hurt, but in different ways.

“I’ll just go ahead and leave you two alone” I heard Liam say in the background, who I had totally forgotten about.
I tried to push myself away from Harry, but he was holding both my waist and the back of my head too tight to let me go. I tried to push harder, but he kept dragging me back towards him.
I turned my head for gasp for air.
"Harry, stop," I shouted, but he refused to quit.
"I said stop it." I screamed out of anger with the top of my lungs shortly afterwards.
I’m angry with myself because he was too strong and I was too weak once again, and because I felt like I was so easy to get back...

He released himself from me as he realized that something was now terribly wrong.
“Sarah, what’s wrong?” he asked with a frown, sounding hurt and broke.
“Everything” I shouted back.
“You’ve been lying to me this whole time. You think I wouldn’t find out?” I continued.

He opened his mouth, but the words refused to come out. He was in shock, because he didn’t know that I knew. That I knew that he had been lying to me. That he had broken the biggest promise he had given me.

“And I hate how much I love you” it just flew out of me, as I smashed my lips towards his once more. But this time the kiss didn’t last as long, because this time he was the one to back away.

“I didn’t tell you because I- I… I didn’t want to risk losing you” he said quietly as he stared into my eyes. I don't know why, but my stomach intended to turn, and this time it was because of a really strange feeling. Something wasn't right.
“Sarah, I love you so, so, so much. I’d never do anything to hurt you. Words could never describe how bad I’m feeling, at the same time as I’m… I’m feeling…” he made a long pause, trying to find the right word.
“Overprotective”

“I just want to forget about it. I don’t want anything to do with her. I promise you that this was the first- and definitely the last time I’d ever lie to you. You’re too precious and voluble,” he continued.

He didn’t have to say no more, because every piece of me wanted to believe him. And therefore I let the feelings I wanted to feel take over.

*** Harry’s pov ***

Lies, lies, lies…

Notes

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