Harrison stood frozen as you shut the door. He couldn't move, and he couldn't stop crying. All this time, he'd convinced himself you were fine.

Clearly, you weren't and it was all because of him.

He didn't know what to do, there wasn't anywhere to go. Sure he had a hotel room, but Harrison wasn't leaving without talking to you.

Even if it meant staying outside your house until you had to see him.

The sky was turning dark and it was much chillier than it had been. Harrison looked around and found a bench hidden behind a tree in your front yard. Part of him kept telling him to leave and get out of your life.

But he knew that he had to see you one last time.

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After the encounter, you had just managed to drag yourself up to your bed to crash. You cried until you fell asleep, letting Luna fall asleep next to you. Hours passed when you heard the front door unlock, and you sat up to wipe your eyes.

"Y/N? I'm home!" Your mom called, and you sat up pressing your head to alleviate the headache. Luna lay on the floor, gently breathing but still asleep. You wandered over to the window, looking outside onto the street below.

No sign of him. He really was gone.

For some reason, your heart clenched. You didn't know why, but it hurt to know that Harrison was really out of your life for good. He hadn't fought, he had just left like you told him too.

And you missed him like mad.

"Coming!" You called back, going downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen. She turned and frowned seeing your sunken eyes.

"What's wrong, you don't look so good?" She said, coming to take a look at your face. You smiled slightly, trying to reassure her that you were alright.

"Just allergies I think." You lied, and your mother seemed satisfied with the answer. She gave you something to eat and you both sat together talking about the day. Your mother was a nurse practitioner so she always had interesting stories to tell. 

"I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep early. You want anything?" She yawned, and you shook your head. You helped her clean up and bit and then said goodnight. For a moment, you just stood in the dark living room, trying to see your dad in your mind's eye.

It never worked.

You gave up after a while and walked back upstairs. Sleep sounded inviting, and you wanted to forget today in your dreams. Changing out of your clothes, you went to close the blinds and make sure Luna was okay before collapsing on the bed.

Sleep, come on.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a crack against your window. It was almost like someone had thrown a rock at it.

Actually, that's exactly what it was.

You stirred slightly, making sure your mom wasn't awake before peeking outside. Sure enough, there was the boy you had told to leave hours ago standing below your window with a second rock in his hand.

What the-

You threw open the window and startled Harrison, who thankfully dropped the rock. He looked up, and waved nervously. Part of you wanted to throw something at him and the other part wanted to know just what the hell he was doing throwing rocks at eleven at night.

"Haz? What the hell are you still doing here?" You hissed, and Harrison breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if you would hear him, or if you were even awake. But seeing you up there made him realize that he had just one chance.

"Can we please talk?" Harrison asked, and you rolled your eyes. You should have said no and sent him packing again. Who's to say you weren't going to breakdown again?

But you didn't, because you wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Fine, but I'm not opening the door for you. My mom will wake up and she has work tomorrow." You said, and Harrison looked around for ways to get in. The windows were all locked and he was pretty sure you wouldn't appreciate him breaking in. It seemed there was only one way up.

Climbing a tree.

Harrison kicked off his shoes and started climbing. You didn't think he would actually do something so risky, and you were terrified he'd fall and break something. How would you explain that to your mother?

"Oh my god, what are you doing?!" You whispered, nearly having a heart attack when Harrison momentarily lost his footing. Harrison held up a finger, trying to concentrate on where he was putting his feet. The last time he had climbed a tree he had been five years old. Needless to say, he was a little out of practice. When he made it to the last branch, he stopped to look at you.

"I'm climbing a tree to talk to you because you won't open the front door." He said, and you rolled your eyes yet again. Of course he'd be cracking jokes while you were internally screaming. With a jump, Harrison landed in your room narrowly missing your lamp.

"Geez, that's a lot harder than it looks." Harrison laughed, but you were standing silent. You just wanted to hear what he had to say and get him out of your hair for good. And the jokes were just a waste of time.

"I'm not here to listen to jokes, Harrison. You wanted to talk, so talk." You replied, giving him a stern look. No more bullshit, you just wanted him gone. Harrison noticed your look and sobered up, realizing you weren't going to play this game.

"Okay, yeah." He said, and you motioned for him to sit. But he wouldn't, he knew that he needed to stand and face you for what he wanted to say. You moved a couple feet away from him, to give you some semblance of power. Though you knew you were about to crumble.

"I know that you didn't want to see me, but I couldn't leave things the way they were. Y/N, what happened.....I-" Harrison began to cry, and you felt tears of your own build up. But you steeled yourself, reminding your heart that he had hurt you.

"I don't know why I said what I said, I knew it was a mistake as soon as it came out of my mouth. I think...I think I was just stressed about Maya. She kept pressuring me to let her move in, and she was always so jealous of you that I used you as an excuse. But I never meant for you to hear it, and when you did I knew I had royally fucked up. You mean a lot to me, much more than you know." He said, bridging the distance a little. You didn't move, even though you were telling yourself to.

"But the look on your face, I can't get it out of my mind. I hate seeing you cry, and knowing I did that to you.....I can never forgive myself. And I don't expect you to either, because I know I humiliated you. All I'm asking is that you come back, to all of us. You don't have to ever speak to me again, but everyone misses you and I don't want to be the reason you feel like you have to leave. Please, just come home...." He whispered, and you felt a tear fall. Damn it, you were supposed to be strong.

"Why should I? You really hurt me, you know that? I cried for days over you! How do you think I can ever show my face over there? With Maya and her friends breathing down my neck?" You responded, wiping away another tear. Harrison moved forward again, and this time you stepped back.

"I know I hurt you, I never meant to you have to believe me. I was depressed for days after you left, I need you in my life even if you never talk to me again. I don't even care if you never look at me, just knowing you're near is enough. And for what it's worth, Maya and I broke up." Harrison choked, looking down at the ground. You were speechless.

"Oh, I didn't know." You whispered, not really believing him. Harrison smiled sadly, but he felt a little freer for saying it.

"She wasn't worth the trouble and I knew that I didn't really love her. I'm so sorry, I really am. I can't take it back but you should know I've been killing myself over it. I didn't take a shower for days." Harrison said, and you wrinkled your nose slightly. You had no idea Harrison had been so upset over you, and you felt a little guilty about it.

"That's terrible, you could have at least taken care of your personal hygiene." You joked, making Harrison light up a little. The fact that you were telling jokes meant that you were slowly opening up again. Which meant that there was a chance he could tell you what he had been waiting to say for days.

"It's okay, I forgive you. We're fine, you shouldn't have come all this way." You said, this time being the one to take a step forward. Harrison shifted around nervously, trying to figure out what to say next.

"Actually, that's not the only reason I came. There was something else I needed to tell you." He whispered, and you quirked an eyebrow. What else could he possibly have to say? And why was he so nervous about it?

"Haz, what's wrong? Did something happen?" You asked, and Harrison shook his head.

"No, it's just I.....I......" Harrison stuttered, not being able to get the words out. He was well aware he looked like an idiot, and you were making him a nervous mess. You reached out a hand and touched his face, which burned red at the contact.

"Hey, it's just me. I promise you can say whatever, I'm not going to judge." You whispered, trying to calm him down. Harrison looked up into your eyes and took a deep breath.
Now or never.

"I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for so long." Harrison finally came out and said it, and you stopped breathing. In fact you stopped moving, your mouth completely still. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and the air felt thick.

"What?" You whispered, taking another step forward. Harrison tried to avoid your eyes, realizing that he had just made a big mistake. You were probably angry, embarrassed by what he had said.

Of course you didn't feel the same way, why would you after what he had done?

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that, shit. I'm going to go, I'll just leave you alone." He stumbled, moving your hand away and walking back to the window. You just stood there, trying to process what Harrison had just said. It didn't seem real, that he felt that way.

All this time, you had convinced yourself he didn't see you that way. That it was all one-sided, your love.

Harrison loved you, he really loved you,

"Harrison!" You cried, causing him to turn back with red-rimmed eyes. You were about to cry too, your eyes blurry. He saw and resisted the urge to run back and wipe them away, Harrison hated seeing you cry. More than that, he hated being the cause of it.

"Don't you dare leave me, not again." You choked, and Harrison turned back. There you were, crying as if you had had your heart broken, and you were still the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

"No, please, don't cry." Harrison whimpered, rushing over to hold you. You melted into him, afraid that if you let go he'd slip through your fingers like an illusion. He held onto you, stroking your hair and letting the tears fall from his eyes. You sobbed quietly, reaching up and kissing his jawline.

"I love you too, so much that it hurts." You whispered into his shirt, feeling like you would collapse when Harrison kissed your neck and behind your ear. Your head was reeling, like you were high on something you couldn't pronounce. You looked up at him and saw that Harrison was looking at you, like you were the only thing on this Earth that mattered to him.

"Can I....can I....." Harrison mumbled, and you reached up and brought his face closer to yours.

"Please, just kiss me." You whined, fully aware that you sounded desperate. But you were, you'd spent too long away from him and now all you wanted to do was feel him on you. If this turned out to be a dream, you wanted to make it worthwhile. Harrison breathed out softly and cupped your face, stroking your cheek just as you did for him minutes ago.

And then it happened, all at once.

Harrison leaned down and crashed his lips on yours. He brought one hand to your face and the other around your waist to bring you closer. There was no space between you, but you didn't care. You brought your hands up and into his hair, holding onto it for dear life. Harrison deepened the kiss, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip. You gave him access and then you felt like you were floating. He pressed forward, slipping a hand into yours and backing you up to the wall. Harrison would have kept kissing you like his life depended on it, but you both needed to breathe.

He broke away only for a moment, before latching his lips to your neck. Harrison kissed every part of it, and when he was done you were sure you were going to need concealer. He moved up to your ear, biting it gently before kissing behind it and moving to your jawline.

"You're." He kissed your collarbone and you thought you would buckle.

"My." He wandered over and kissed your left ear, nibbling it softly and earning a moan from you.

"Everything." Finally he brought his lips back to your aching mouth, and you could swear you saw stars.

This kiss was hungry, but soft and sweet. Harrison took his time with you, almost as if he was trying to mark you. He poured all his emotions into it, the pain and the love. His lips were like fire, but you didn't mind being burned. He caressed your face and held your waist tightly. You'd never kissed this passionately in all your life, and now you realized it was because you had been waiting for this.

It was like your mouths were made for each other, they fit perfectly.

Harrison kept going, like he was never going to see you again. Your knees were jello, and eventually you stroked his hair to get him to break away. When you pulled apart, you were both sweating. Your chest was heaving, but you had never been so euphoric in your life. Harrison was panting, but he couldn't stop smiling.

"Wow." You said, touching your very swollen lips. Harrison laughed softly, bringing your face to his again for one last peck. You were startled as he picked you up bridal style and sat you down on the bed.

"Where'd you learn to kiss like that?" Harrison asked, laying you down and crawling on top of you. You giggled, watching him smirk and brush your hair away from your face. He loved your eyes, they were like kaleidoscopes.

"Would you believe books?" You joked, keeping your hands in his hair. Harrison closed his eyes to relish in your touch, before moving to come even closer to you.

"Well then, let's see what you've been reading." He laughed, and your lips met for the third time that night. It was, however, not the last time.

"Stay with me tonight?" You asked, managing to get Harrison to stop for a second. He let his face fall in the crook of your neck.

"I'm never leaving you again."