I slept alone that night. I had a box of my favorite ice cream in my hand, and the T.V. turned to Love, Actually. I cried myself to sleep; because I feared that Harry wasnât coming back. I feared that he left me for good.
When I woke up, I had almost fifty missed calls and texts from Harry. My curiosity got the best of me, so I read them.
âDanielle, Iâm so sorry baby!â
âBaby, princess, please answer me!â
âI need you!!â
âDanielle, please! You donât know how sorry I am! Please!â
âOkay. I understand. Iâll leave you alone for now. But I will be banging on your door tomorrow!â
I laughed at the last one. I listened to his voicemails, and they made my heart break even more than the texts. I could tell that he was crying through it, and I could tell how sorry he was.
âDanielle. I am so sorry. Please baby, come back! I need you so much! I made a real fool of myself; I know that I did: but please! Give me another chance! You donât even know how much Iâm kicking myself for losing someone like you. Please?â
After I listened to it, your doorbell wrung. I went to answer the door, and heard one of my favorite songs being played on the guitar.
âBut you only need the light when itâs burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her goâ
I opened my front door, and found Harry sitting on my porch, strumming the guitar and singing my favorite song. Let Her Go by Passenger.
âHarry?â I whispered. His green eyes snapped up to meet mine, and he smiled widely. He dropped the guitar, and grabbed me in a huge hug. I could feel his salty tears splash on my shirt, but I didnât care.
âI love you.â I whispered into his ear. He nodded his head, and kissed me. âI love you two.â
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AN: PART TWO!!