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?


25. "I'm in love with you."


Harry’s P.O.V.


I opened my eyes and found myself in bed with beautiful Rosalie resting her head on my chest, sleeping peacefully. It had been so hard to allow myself to forgive her. I mean, I could go and get any girl and cheat on her, but I would never do that. I just couldn’t, because I just wanted her to be happy. I would never hurt her, or her feelings. I loved her. And when she told me what happened…I just wanted to die. Or go kill everybody. Go kill Tom.


Oh my god, all I really wanted was Rosalie to be with me and nobody else ever. I didn’t want anybody to ever make her as happy as I tried to. I didn’t want her to love any other man than me. And she needed to be with me, I could make her good. And I needed her to live.


I looked at her and smiled. She made me feel so good, so bright. Even when she hurt me, I still would feel the same way towards her. And when I was the reason she smiled I felt like the luckiest man in the world. How could so many feelings fit inside my head? I was so confused right now. The only thing I knew for sure was that I loved her. I freaking loved her and nothing would ever change that.


I put my arms around her body and kissed her forehead, and she slowly opened her eyes. Ro looked up at me and smirked, then she kissed the tip of my nose and hugged me. It seemed so good when we were together.


“Good morning Hazza,” she slightly pecked my lips. My smile grew bigger. Oh, I needed her, for sure.


“Morning honey,” I whispered seductively into her ear. She chuckled and glanced at my lips before I pressed mines against them. I pulled her closer and she put her arms around my neck, creating a perfect kiss. And I felt fucking great. I could stay like this forever, with Ro’s body close to mine, our lips intertwined…


“Harry,” she muttered moving just some inches away. I looked into her eyes, and she looked down. “Are you sure about forgiving me? I mean,” she took a deep breath, “I’m not good enough for you,” her voice trembled, “I’m not good enough for anybody.” I knew she would start to cry any moment now, and I just couldn’t let that happen.


“Rosalie, don’t say that,” a little tear rolled down her cheek and she looked up at me, “You know you are completely and absolutely perfect for me. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, ok?” I hugged her and kissed her hair, then started rubbing her back. That always made her feel better.


“Why do you say that? You know I’m completely messed up,” she shook her head; “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve anyone.” She started crying, hard, and it made me want to cry too. How couldn’t she realize that I loved her? Every single thing about her.


“Rosalie, listen to me,” tears kept rolling down her face, and I wiped them away with my thumbs, “Don’t you know that you’re beautiful? You are the nicest, most caring person I know. You always make me smile when I see you being happy. Even when you’re angry, or mad at me, or whatever you still make me fall for you, every single time.”


“But this is not right. What I did wasn’t right, Harry.” She grabbed her head looking down, frustrated. “How can you just forget it all, and forgive me, and be so cute and treat me perfectly fine when I never do anything the right way?!”


The answer was so simple it almost made me laugh.


“I’m in love with you.”


She glanced at me, and we stayed like that. Looking into each others eyes for god knows how long, until I just couldn’t resist it. I reached out for her hand and pulled her on top of me, kissing her as hard as I could. And Ro kissed me back.


And things couldn’t had gone any better.

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