Five Lovestories

We got out of the cab Liam had gotten us. Harry opened up the door for me, and we both started to walk into the college.
Everyone in town now knew about the awful things that had happened me, including the boys at the party. They said they would be on their way, right after Harry and I laughed our asses of after seeing Barts crestfallen face. But we insisted that we were okay, and that we needed to go back anyway. I wanted Liam to come to the hospital with us, but he needed to answer more questions. After all, he was the main-victim in this case, and he was being bombed with questions from all directions.
But Harrys pain and injury wasn't going away by itself, so we went to the hospital. He got a bandage, some painkillers and a few papers. The same taxi that had gotten us there, drove us home. When we had gotten to our dormitory, I sighed and dropped off my bag from my shoulder.

"I need sleep.." I mumbled and shook off my heels too.

"We all do.." Harry said low.

I turned around. His voice was so evident, I could've heard from miles away that something was wrong. And when I saw his face, it wasn't hard to guess. He still didn't think I had forgiven him.

"I just need to know.." He said, as he knew that I knew.

I nodded for him to continue.

"Do you promise with all your heart that you can forgive me? Look, it's complicated to explain.." He hurried to say after he heard my sigh. "I know this might sound harsh, but if I were to go back, I don't think things would end differently."

I recoiled and looked at him with a frowned face. What did he just say to me?

"Look, that's just who I am. If I see a hot girl, with a hot dress, and she's walking into a bathroom.."

"Wait, you seriously didn't think I was leading you on, by walking in there?" I asked, with a laugh.

"No, I didn't! But I just saw it as a chance, you know, I was stressed, and you know I had had a little champagne.."

I had to bite my lip to hold the cry-lump down in my throat. Was he really standing in front of me, telling me that he wouldn't undo the awful and unacceptable thing he did to me? Because if he did, I wasn't sure if he was the Harry I first fell in love with.
Harry saw my uncertain face, and he quickly decreased the space between us. I both saw and heard it was painful, but he brought up his hand to my chin.

"Listen.." He said low. "You know what kind of person I am. And you've heard my story. I'm not the most flawless person, I'm actually ashamed of the person I used to be. The awful things I've done, back then, and tonight.."

"Is this supposed to help?" I asked low and looked down at my naked feet.

Harry was stubborn, his warm and soft fingers pressured from under my chin so my head was tilted up in front of his again.

"My point is, that you also know that I wanna.. you know, I wanna be.. I don't know, I wanna be good for you, okay? You kind of.. make me into this.. this.. better person, you know, a person who actually.. actually cares."

When the "hard" part was over, where he explained his deepest feelings for me, he could finally speak without stuttering again.

"But even if you do change me, which you already have, I'm still gonna be the same Harry as I've grown up to be. So yeah, if I went back to my slightly drunk, horny self.. I probably would've gone into that bathroom. But that's only because you were so.."

He licked his lips during a small pause from his heart-to-heart speech.

"So smokin' hot!"

I couldn't keep in the small giggle that was welling up from my now warm stomach. Harry gave out a small giggle too, and it sounded more relieved than amused.

"And you know.. sometimes.. I don't know if it has anything to do with my ADHD, but I just.. I get a bit controlling, and I just.. I couldn't stop.. You gotta believe me, it was like my hands were drawn onto you, I didn't even realize what I was doing until you snatched them away.."

I saw the ends of his pink lips, and his small chin, started to judder, like he was about to cry. Can it be because of the arm? He still held it on my face.

"Harry.." I whispered and slowly pulled it down by his side again.

He needed to rest it, not overuse it.

"I'm just.. you have no idea how sorry I am, and at the same time, I know that tonight, you got to see another real, and new side of me.. It wasn't a one time-thing, it was just.. me. And I don't wanna keep screw things up, because I know I will, and I wanna be with you f-for.. forever.."

The last words was barely hearable. It was like his voice gave up. Luckily for him, I was ready to speak for myself too.

"Harry, for the last time.. It's fine."

"But.."

"It's.. fine.." I said, as slowly as I could.

It was amazing how his green eyes were still shining through the dark room we were standing in. Now it was my turn to keep his eyes on me, and not on the floor. I gentely rubbed his cheeks and stared into the beautiful dimonds I had in front of me.

"I know you regret what you did. And I know who you are. And I know you can change. And I know that if this happened a year or two ago, I would've slapped you, and never looked into your eyes again."

A small chuckled escaped his parted lips.

"But college, and you, and the other boys, and Bim.. everything that has happened to me, has changed me. I've really grown up here, and you know what? I'm ready to put this things behind me. If that's what it takes for you to realize that I'm not looking down at you, or feeling hatred against you, or whatever. I still love you, and I still wanna do this. The benefits is larger than the drawbacks, Haz."

He nodded.

"Will I forgive you? Yes. Will I ever forget it? Probably not. But that doesn't affect the first answer."

His face cracked up in a smile. Either way he was just happy, or the Gods wanted me to be extra sure that I had picked the right answer, by showing off his shiny smile surrounded by the two deep dimples. If it was just the Gods, they did a good job. Good enough for me to stand on my tip toes, and give Harry a passionate kiss. When I pulled away, I showed off all my teeth by giving him a convincing smile, and he did the same just by seeing it.

"Let's sleep, I'm really tired." I said against low.

He nodded, and planted a small kiss on my lips. The small kiss developed and his hands ran up and down on my body. His touch was irresistible, and I tugged his messy curls. Our molded lips started to get heated up, and Harrys strong arms started to push me backwards, and we landed on the bed while having a steamy make out session.
I woke up the next morning, with Harrys arms around my waist. We wore much less clothes than yesterday morning, and our bodies were closer, warmer. For a millisecond, a sharp thought went across my mind. Did we sleep together last night? But then I remembered. We didn't.

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