HARRY’S POV:

I woke up at around 4 AM. The room was dark, and I knew I felt someone next to me. I just prayed to god that my memory wasn’t fucking with me and it actually was who I was praying it was. Very gently, without moving too much, I reached around and felt for the necklace, the one I had given her last year.

Yes.

It wasn’t a dream.

I still heard faint voices outside the door, but no way in hell was I getting out of this bed to make sure no one broke the TV or some stupid shit like that. Definitely not worth it to have to leave her. I propped myself up on my elbow, eyes adjusting to the darkness. I was able to make out the outline of her face, her neck, shoulders… The left strap of her bra and had fallen down slightly. I adjusted it, running my fingers across her smooth skin.

How had we ended up like this? I mean, I remember, I’m just not sure I understand. I was drunk, not that drunk. But enough. I remember watching her, all damn night. The back of that dress had been pretty low, the flimsy material moving with her, making my mind do things it shouldn’t. I remember trying to hold a conversation with someone, when in reality all I could do was stare at her, in awe. And then she was walking over to me, giggling and looking at me like I had all the answers, like I could fix everything that had wronged her in her life. And damn, I wanted to be that person. So I did my very best.

And I guess that’s how we ended up here.

I laid back down, tucking one arm around her waist, the other tangled itself in her hair, smoothing out the silky blonde strands. She seemed to notice me by the way she cuddled closer, making those adorable sounds she makes when she sleeps.

“Harry?” She whispers. Her voice cracks and she tries to move around to face me.

“Shhhh… Just go to sleep, babe.” I mutter, kissing the top of her head, nuzzling my face into her shoulder.

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I wake up a few hours later, desperate for water and the bathroom. As I shuffle into the living room, my senses are slapped in the face with the stench of beer, vomit, and…. raw meat? I step over garbage, making my way into the kitchen. There are empty liquor bottles and half-empty glasses everywhere. I struggle to find a clean one, eventually filling it with water from the tap, chugging it down. I nasty hangover is the last thing I need. I grab an extra glass of water for Anna when she wakes up, she’s bound to have one monster of a headache too. I look around, noticing a dirty pan and an empty pakcage of bacon sitting on the counter. Random uncooked peices are scattered all over the ground. Gross.

As I’m walking back to my bedroom, I notice Niall passed out on the couch, and some unidentifiable person facedown on the dining room table, I’m pretty sure there was someone under it too.

Should I be worried? I go around, making sure everyone is able to breath and no one is lying in a puddle of their own puke. Thankfully, we’re all clear. Before going back to bed, I clean up a bit, just the easy things I can do right now. Throwing away some trash and thing’s like that.

I finally go back into my room, setting my half-finished glass of water on the bedside table, walking over to Anna’s side, kneeling down so I’m eye level with her. The blanket slipped down slightly to her waist, revealing her bra, her perfect smooth skin… all of the things I think about way too often than what I assume is healthy. Her hand is resting on the space I had been sleeping all night, like she was checking that I was still there.

And I hadn’t been. Shit.

“Babe?” I whisper, moving strands of hair off of her face, smoothing them back. She makes an adorable little moaning sound, shifting in her sleep.

“Anna?” I gently trail my hand up and down her arm, hoping to coax her awake.

“Hmm?” She said, sitting up slightly and opening her eyes.

“Can you drink this for me, love? I’m gonna get you some medecine from the bathroom, alright? You’re gonna need it.” She just nods, taking the water from me. I’m back a moment later with two small capsuls. She takes them, swallowing both, plus the whole glass of water.

“Good girl.” I mutter.

“I thought you left me all alone.” I hear her say so quietly, I’m not sure if It was even meant for my ears. I get back into bed, moving as far to the left as I can, pulling her against me.

“Never. You’ll never be alone.”

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ANNA’S POV:

Harry has taken good care of me today. If it weren’t for him, I’m sure I’d be puking in the bathroom for hours. The medecine and water was exactly what I needed. But I still haven’t addressed exactly what happened last night betwen us.

And that’s because I can’t remember.

I don’t have a clue what happneed, if anything did happen. He’s sure acting like something did. But all I know is that I woke up without my dress, in Harry’s bed. Which, you would probably expect me to not be too happy about. But I am, I really am. I woke up, and it did take me a second to figure where I was. But once I did, and once I realized who I was with, I just felt happy.

“Our friends are pigs.” He says, throwing yet another stuffed trashbag into the hall. I offered to help him, but he refused. I did finally force him to let me at least do the dishes. I felt pathetic and guilty just sitting on the couch.

“Pretty sure most of them were your frineds. All the ones with the tattoos and weird haircuts?” He just laughed.

“I’m not sure ‘friend’ is the best word. More like, aquaintence. You know all my real friends.” I smile, his words made me feel better, like things between us haven’t changed as much as I thought.

“Was Danielle here?” I ask pathetically, not looking at him, but instead down at the sink.

“Um… no. I’m sorry, Anna. Liam said she had rehersal, which could be completely true! Don’t jump to conclusions. She won’t be mad at you forever.” I nodded, wondering for a second about what Harry thought about the situation.

“Are you still mad at me?” I don’t look up at him, I just continue rinsing out the glasses and plates that have piled up in front of me. But I do hear him sigh, drop the trashbag in the living room, and walk over to where I’m standing.

“Being angry with you about that really would make me a huge hypocrite, wouldn’t it?” He’s being honest, which i’m thankful for. But that doesn’t make it hurt less. I hate thinking about what he did when we were apart, it makes me sick.

“I guess.” I think he became aware of what he said, and the effect it had on me.

“I know it’s hard to talk about, I hate it too. And it’s worse for you, because I was a dick. I was- horrible. And I wish I could take it all back, because I regret every second of it. it was stupid and childish and you deserve better than this. But I just want you to know, that I’m not mad at you, I don’t plan on bringing it up.” I drop the cup into the sink when I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head. He’s shirtless, and his warm, soft skin presses against my back and I feel every inch of him.

“I don’t want to be mad at you either…” I admit, letting him hold onto me as we continue to talk. “I don’t want to, but sometimes I can’t help but think about it.” I feel him nod, and it makes me sad.

“I understand. I made some terrible choices, and I should have to deal with them. And I will. But i’ll also spend as much time as I need to to show you that i’m not that person. I don’t think I ever really was. I was trying to forget, during that time.”

“Forget what?”

“You. Because I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. I thought that’s what was right. But damn, I was so, so wrong.” I felt his lips press to my shoulder, lingering there for a few seconds. “So, to answer your question; No, i’m not angry about it. How about you, do you think you’ll be able to forgive me?”

I sigh, bringing one hand behind my head to stroke his cheek. Quickly and without warning, Harry spins me around so were facing each other, with me pressed against the kitchen counter.

“Um, I, I-” I can;t look him in the eyes. I really can’t. It’s too distracting. “I’m trying. I want to, and I think that I can. But I just don’t know if i’m all the way there yet. I’m sorry.” I expect him to step away, to be frusterated or angry. But he doesn’t. he just pulls me against him, hugging my flush against his bare chest.

“Don’t you dare be sorry. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. Nothing.” He kisses the top of my head, running one hand all the way donw the length of my hair, raking his fingers through the messy waves that knotted in my sleep. “But you think that maybe, we can get back to the way we were? Eventually?” He murmured, continuing the motion of tangling his fingers in my hair.

“No.” He stopped abruptly. “I just mean- We aren’t who we were six months ago. It’s obvious you’ve changed, grown up. And hopefully so have I; that’s normal. It’s supposed to happen. We can’t be the same that we were, but I wouldn’t want to. I want to be us. Now. You know?”

He chuckled lightly, going back to combing through my tangled strands.

“I think I forgot just how smart you were.”

“And um, Harry? Speaking of, us… Would you mind reminding me what exactly happened last night?” He laughs again, looking down at my with an amused look on his face.

“Nothing like what you’re most likely thinking, trust me. I was a perfect gentleman.”

“I don’t doubt that.” I smile, glad we’re able to talk about things like this without ending up in a screaming fight. We’re growing up, little by little.

Notes

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