I woke up to light streaming in my two windows. One of them was open a bit; I guess Harry didn’t close it all the way when he left. All the memoires for last night came rushing into my mind. Nothing huge happened, we didn’t kiss or even hug for the matter, but even but every small touch was burned into my mind.
I grabbed my phone off the night stand, another missed call for the number along with a voice mail.
Clicking the play button, the first thing that came through was a chuckle then a familiar but slurred voice, “Hey, Em! Baby, we haven’t talked in forever,” the message broken for another laugh, “You should come over, I miss you loads,” and then the beep of the end button.
I remember the voice but can’t figure out who it is; A guy from my school definitely. Almost on cue my phone buzzed. It’s a message from the number,
Just ignore the calls from last night I was drunk, sorry.
They obviously have my number so why don’t I have theirs?
Its fine but who is this? I typed in quickly and sent it.
I slipped out of bed, readjusting the clothes I still had on from going on the roof last night. By the time I was done my phone was light up with a new message.
Its Ben.
Something inside my dropped the second I read the message; Ben, my ex boyfriend. He broke my heart two years ago and he called me in the middle of the night, drunk and calling me baby and saying me misses me. No just no.
I rushed into Megan room. She was already awake doing her makeup. Before she could even question what I was doing I told her to listen to the voice mail then read the messages.
“Holy fucking shit,” She said handing me my phone back.
“What do I say?” I urged.
“Well you could be stale about and just be like ‘K.’ or you could act like it doesn’t even matter like ‘Oh, hey.’” I went with her second option as she continued talking. “So you know how people say drunk words are sober thoughts, maybe he really does miss you.”
“Doubt it. He was probably just trying to get laid,” I huffed.
“Pretty sure you’d be the last person he’d call considering that kind of the reason you guys broke up.”
It’s not very complicated why Ben and I broke up. He wanted to have sex, I didn’t, and he dumped me for some slut that would have sex with him.
My phone then buzzed and light up.
Hey. Well what I said in the voice mail is kinda true, I do miss you. Maybe we can have coffee today? I want to talk.
“He asked me to go get coffee with him,” I said to Megan.
I’m like two hours away at a lake house for the next two weeks but maybe when I get back. I responded nervously.
“I told him maybe when I get back.”
“Okay, Emily. I know he’s gotten hot and you probably still have unresolved feelings for him somewhere, but don’t get caught up with him again,” She said as she sat down next to me on the edge of her bed.
“It was two years ago, I’m over it. But having one cup of coffee to talk about things won’t make me start liking him again so there’s no problem. Now let me tell you about something really important,” I continued. As I told Megan about my night with Harry the texts with Ben continued.
Ben: What if I drive up to where you are?
Me: Idk...
Ben: Please, just send me the address and I will pick you up and find us a café the if after you still don’t want to talk to me I won’t bother you again, I promise.
Me: I guess that works
I sent him the address and he said he’d be leaving in about a half hour.
“Shit, Jai, Ben, and Harry, you got guy all over you. Give me some,” Megan laughed.
“There is a house full of hot guys next door I’m sure it won’t be too hard for you to get one,” I pushed back with a giggle.

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It took me longer than I except it would to get ready. I guess it’s just because I haven’t talked to him in a long time and we have a pretty big past. But I finally made my way down stairs finished and ready.
There was more people than I was excepting to be in the living room. Meg, Gabi, Aria, Jai, Brandon, Niall, Lou, Zayn, Liam, and Harry were all lounged around the room. “Aw look how cute you got for your date,” Aria teased.
“It’s not a date,” I shook my head with a laugh.
My eyes landed on Harry’s for a moment before he turned away. I couldn’t read the expression on his face. Definitely not happy- wait is he jealous? Before I could even finish my thought there was a knock at the door. “Bye, guys,” I said before hurrying to the door.
I opened the door to Ben, he glance me up and down and I immediately felt self-conscious and insecure. “Hey, Em,” he smiled before leading me to his car.
The car ride was kind of awkward, we didn’t talk much and the radio was broken so there was no sound to fill the air. But when we got our coffee and sat down things started moving.
“So how’ve you been,” I said biting down on the inside of my bottom lip.
“No small talk, Emily,” he insisted “I miss you a lot.”
For some reason the tone in his voice brought back memories, a lot actually; All of him bossy me around in our relationship. At the time I thought it was okay but now looking back- he was definitely not a good boy friend let’s just say that. The only time I can remember saying no to him was for sex and he broke up with me for it.
“Yeah, you said that already. But I mean I don’t really see how you could miss me if you barely know me,” I said back maybe a little too harshly.
“What are you talking about,” he laughed.
I clenched my jaw in trying not to just scream at him. One of the most annoying things ever is when you’re serious about something and they thing you’re joking. “You don’t know me, Ben. You knew the old me, I’ve changed.”
“Can we not fight today? I want to say I’m sorry, not make things worse,” He said sweetly.
I let a deep breath out. He’s right, this was two years ago, he’s probably changed too. I smiled in response.
“So I know this is two years late, but I was an asshole and I’m really sorry,” He smiled.
“I’m over than now. It’s okay.”

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I unbuckled my seat belt turning toward Ben. The coffee date went okay, I guess. I tried really hard to forgive him and I’m sure he thinks it went really well, but I just don’t know.
He moved to the middle seat so we were closer together before he spoke, “I had a really good time,” Ben said bringing his hand through his hair and letting it land on my thigh. I push it off immediately.
Instead of accepting it he turn toward me and caved over my grabbing the same spot pushing up a bit so his hand grazed under me shorts.
“What the hell,” I pushed him away forcefully, “Don’t ever touch me, Ben, Ever!”
“Baby, I’m not going to hurt you,” he smiled, “C’mon it’s not like you’re still a virgin so it doesn’t really matter actually.”
“Actually I am,” I snapped.
“Well, I’m the first guy you loved so not a bad first.”
Anger filled me. This was really about sex the whole time. He hasn’t changed at all. Actually I take that back, he’s gotten worse. “How ‘bout you go fuck yourself and never talk to me again.”
I slipped out of the car slamming the door behind me. I didn’t even turn around as I walked to the front door. I heard the screech of his tires pulling out of the drive way as I stepped inside.
“How was it?” I heard Aria’s voice from somewhere in the house.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I shouted back as I stormed up to my room. The second I shut the door behind me I broke. That feeling in my throat started to build up and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
I sat down on the opposite side of the bed so if someone comes in they won’t be able to see me. I know only my closest friends are here, but I don’t cry in front of people period. My mother taught me crying was for behind closed door so that’s what I do.
“Em,” Aria’s voice came through the closed door.
“Not now, I don’t want to talk,” I urged out.
Finally the first tear fell down my cheek. I don’t really know why I’m crying right now. It’s not that big of a deal because I knew Ben and I weren’t going to work out, but I guess I didn’t except the only reason he came was to try to get me to have sex with him. I thought maybe he finally knew he did something wrong and felt a little bad, but no, of course not. He’s never missed me even for a moment. Never has never will. I need to get over that already.
My door creaked open. “Please go away,” I said attempting to sound like I wasn’t crying but failing. I tightly hugged my legs, pushing my face down in my knees to hide it. Footsteps came around my bed. I assumed it was Aria, peeking up over my arm.
“Harry, please, I don’t want to talk.” I tried to wipe away the makeup I knew was running down my cheeks and sniffle up the tears.
“You don’t need to talk,” He answered.
Without another word he sat down by me pulling me into a tight hug. I readjusted my position before hiding my face in his shoulder, letting my tear fall out.

Notes

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