Want You Back

Rosalie has made some mistakes with Harry. Harry has also made some mistakes. Old friends, problems and worries. Who wants who back?


13. Good Night


When we got to his house we went out to the garden and I sat on the soft grass. Harry sat next to me looking down, and took my hand. I could hear our breaths. The wind blew my hair out of my face and made me have little goosebumps. The sun was setting slowly; the sky was a mixture of pink and soft orange. Harry looked at me, he seemed a little nervous.


"Ro, I love you, every single thing about you, and...," he sighed, "I really can't stand not being with you, in a relationship, as we were before." I looked down. I knew what he meant, but I still didn't think we should get back together in that exact moment. I loved him, but... It was complicated, we broke up two weeks ago... Well, yeah, later I would want to get back with him again, but I'm just confused...


"I know," I looked at him, "This is just... Weird. I love you, and...," I hesitated, "Yes," I smirked. Harry looked confused, then a grin started to appear on his face, "Do you want to... To get back... With me?" he said, opening his eyes wide.


I nodded, he put his arms around my waist and pulled me onto him. His lips were pressed on mine gently, my hands were on his neck, trying to pull him closer.



At nine o'clock Harry ordered some pizza, and twenty minutes later we were having dinner together in his living room. It was so good to be with him, it felt so right. "Do you wanna...?" Harry asked me with a cheeky smile on his face, raising his eyebrows.


"Harry...," I whispered giggling, "Not tonight!" "Okay," he said putting his lower lip out trying to look upset. I laughed and pushed him playfully.


He kissed my cheek and lifted me up in his arms, taking me to his room. "I said not tonight!" I laughed trying to make him put me down. "That I'm taking you to my bed doesn't always mean I want to do it," he answered leaving me on the mattress. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "We should probably go to sleep," he said laying down next to me.


I rested my head on his chest and grabbed the end of the big t-shirt he let me borrow to sleep, pulling it a bit down. His bed smelled of him, everything there smelled of him and I felt like home. Hazza turned around and turned off the light, then he pulled me closer and gave me a little kiss on the lips.


"Good night," I whispered closing my eyes. "Night," he answered and kissed me again.

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