Lucy's POV


After work last night, I had come to the conclusion that I needed to talk to Layla. I sent her a quick text, and we agreed to have a girl's night the next day. Rick had generously given me the night off, saying he had a new employee he wanted to train in anyways.

At the moment I was waiting for Layla to arrive with our pizza and movies.

Tomorrow I was resuming my lessons, but with Carter. I wasn't even that mad with Harry anymore, just confused about the whole situation.

One minute we were screaming in each other's face, and the next we are inches apart, about to kiss! Questions had arose in my mind ever since yesterday.

Did Harry really want to kiss me?

Was he a good kisser? Well of course! I mean look at those plump lips...

Why didn't I want him to leave?

Most importantly, what did he mean by he wasn't going to give up?

The doorbell let out a shrill ring, ring me from my daydream and informing me my guest had arrived. I made my way to the front door, a little worried about what Layla was going to do.

Before I could open the door, Layla stormed in, setting the delicious pizza on my coffee table. Then she rushed over to me, a concerning look covering her delicate features.

"What's going on Lucy? You ignore me for days after the fight," my eyes bulged at this, "yes I know about it! And then you text me out of nowhere saying you need to talk?" I let out a relieved sigh, at least she was talking to me about it.

Bringing my hand to my forehead, I replied,"I know Layla, but a lot of shit has happened and I knew if I confided in you I would break down."

Layla creeped closer and brought me into her arms. Her hand caressed my back, assuring me everything would be alright.

"I understand, but you and Harry? This is something I need to hear." She said while rubbing her hands together.

When we first met, Layla had said it seemed like him and I had a connection, and I was beginning to think she was right.

"Okay, but let's turn on the movie and eat while I spill everything!" I proposed.

Once the movie had begun, and we had started in on the pizza, I began telling her everything.


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Layla and I were cuddled together, the movie was still playing, but had been forgotten long ago. I had just finished with my story by retelling the events of yesterday. Layla has listened intently and provided comments once in awhile.

"Do you think you'll forgive him?" She asked, it was totally obvious she wanted me to, but I wasn't going to call her out.

"Yes, but I want him to try again, not just give up," I explained to her, using hand gestures to get my point across.

She bobbed her small head in understanding.

Then her eyes became bright and a smile spread across her face.

"Lucy! That's what he meant!" Layla was on her knees facing me on top of my couch.

I chuckled lightly at her change in mood.

"What are you talking about Layla?" I couldn't hold back the grin starting in my face, she cracked me up.

"Harry, when he said he wasn't giving up on you! He's going to prove himself Lucy!" She explained excitedly.

"You're a genius!" I said, standing up and bringing her with me.

We jumped up and down in enjoyment before resolving to laughter, falling back on the couch once again.

"But how?" I asked, not totally convinced.

"You'll have to wait and see!" Layla responded as she sipped from her soda.

We popped in the movie Wedding Crashers and spent the rest of the night eating cold pizza, and laughing our butts off. I wanted her to spend the night, but I had boxing tomorrow, and didn't want to be late.

Layla left and I padded down the hall to my room. As I prepared for bed, I couldn't help beginning to feel nervous for tomorrow.

What if Harry was there?

What if he didn't want my forgiveness?

I began to fall asleep to dreams of apologies, kisses, and one realization.

I didn't just want Harry for his body and looks, I had feelings for him.

Then everything was black.


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I closed the door to the locker room, disappointed.

My lesson with Carter had just finished, but I hadn't seen Harry at all. This morning I had gotten up early and made sure my hair, makeup, and clothing were special just to see him.

Ugh, I had it bad.

While changing out of my shoes I couldn't help but picture what it would've been like to see him today. I wondered what he was wearing, if he wanted to see me, and so on.

Finally done, I left to the lobby, ready to go home before my Friday night shift at the pub.

I pulled out my keys, unlocking my car before I got to the parking lot. As I strolled in, I noticed someone was leaning on the trunk of it.

"Hey! That's my car you're sitting on!" I pointed out to them.

They quickly sat up and turned towards me.

"Harry?" I asked, a little to excited.

He strode towards me, a smirk on his face.

"Lucy," he greeted me.

My stomach swooned as he said my name, wait! I'm still supposed to be mad! I immediately changed my demeanor, trying to convey that he wasn't off the hook.

"What do you want?" I questioned him, was he going to apologize?

"I want to talk," he stated while fidgeting his fingers around.

My eyes rolled as he stated the obvious.

"We are already talking Harry," I said, absentmindedly fooling around with my ponytail.

"You know what I mean Lucy," he replied instantly.

"Fine, we can talk as I drive you home," I told him whilst entering my car.

He slid into the passenger seat, stretching out his long legs.

"You don't know where I live," he said as I turned the car on.

"Well then, I guess we have even more to discuss," I replied and started to pull out of the parking lot.

"Lucy listen, you know I never meant it when I called you a slut. I was completely jealous of that man kissing you, and I'm sorry I let the situation escalate," the words coming out of his mouth were the ones I had been waiting for the past week.

"I didn't want to see you get lured in by him, I mean he looked like a prissy model. Over the past few weeks I've had so much fun with you and I don't want our... Friendship to end," he said sincerely.

He spoke everything I needed to hear as he continued his apology, but I had already made up my mind.
As he finished, we sat in silence unless he was giving me directions.

I pulled up to an apartment building about fifteen minutes later.

"Lucy, I'm so sorry, I understand if you don't want to forgive me yet," Harry told me and got out of the car.
I slipped out too, I wasn't done with this conversation just yet.

"Harry!" He turned towards me, confusion evident on his face.

I walked closer to him.

"I forgive you, and I would love for you to be my trainer again," I told him.

Harry broke out a smile, and couldn't help but to grin along.

We engulfed each other in a hug, but it was as if we both knew it meant more than that. A minty scent drafted off of him, and I inhaled it. I wonder if that's what his mouth tasted like too...

I pulled back and gave him another smile before returning to my car. As I was about to get in, Harry called out to me again.

"How about a noon session tomorrow?" He offered, making me smile even more.

"Sounds great, Curly!" I teased him. He shook his head at me, his curls falling over his forehead.

While driving away, I found myself humming to music on the radio, a rare occurrence that only happened in my good moods.

Maybe Harry and I didn't kiss yet, but we were on the right track to whatever this was.

At that exact moment, Don't Stop Believin' blasted in my car. This had to be a sign that this was the beginning to something wonderful.

Notes

Hey guys, this was more of a filler chapter, but all stories need them.

Get ready for some drama though!

Arent weekends the best?

Three things about me,

Im single, love American Eagle, and can't live without Chinese food!

Thats all for tonight!(:

~lex~