Take Care

**Sequel to What Humans Do**
It's been seven years since the day I told Harry Styles we had to break up because our publicity stunt was now over. He told me to wait till I was 26, then we could get back together and be happy. So, I waited. I waited until I got a phone call the day after my 26th birthday from Harry, inviting me to a wedding. HIS wedding, to be exact. I knew I had to get Harry back. I'm not going to let seven years of waiting be wasted. I needed him back. And so the plotting began.


14. Hallelujah

**Song of the Chapter: Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright <3

New text from: Harry Styles

I couldn't wait till midnight. I'm out here now, everyone's asleep. Come out. :)

I smiled down at the message and quickly hopped out of my bed to put shoes on. I glanced at my clock on my way out and saw that it read 11:36 P.M. I grabbed my hoodie and was slipping it on as I quietly bounded down the staircase. All lights were off and I could see the bungalow out in the yard but since it was hidden behind a tree and large bush so I couldn't see if Harry was out there or not.

I didn't want to run but at the same time I did. I was excited, more excited than I had been in a really long time. But I didn't want to look desperate.

I walked across the lawn quickly and reached the bungalow. Harry was pacing back and forth with his hands running threw his hair. He saw me and stopped dead in his tracks and dropped his hands by his side.

"Hey..." I timidly said in a whisper.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at me. I felt uncomfortable under the look he was giving me. It didn't last long, thankfully. Instead he filled the space between us, grabbed my face and kissed me.

The fireworks were reignited and something that died long ago inside of became alive once again. I don't know how long we stood there, but when we separated I was at a loss for breath.

"That felt good," I accidently blurted out. He laughed and dropped his hands from my face and stepped back.

"Yeah, that did. I've been waiting to do that for seven years now." He looked down and smiled at the ground. (A/N; See what I did there ;D)

"Me too... So, what are we going to do about... us?"

"I want to be with you. I don't want to be with Lacey now that I know I can have you. Think of all that we can do, Rue! We can move back to England together, you can finish your last Olympics then we can get married and have kids and grow old together. I want that with you."

I smiled at his wild dreams. "I want that with you, too. But the wedding is tomorrow. I'm supposed to be the maid of honor. What will we tell the others?"

"Whatever we want. I can just tell her the truth or I can tell her I can't do it. I think she knows that something is up.. She kept asking me what was wrong at the dinner."

"Yeah, the girls all could tell something was going on, too. They kept looking at me and asking me such random questions. Zayn could tell, too." I put my hand on my forehead when I realized that I had been forgetting him. "What about Zayn?! What will we tell him?!"

"Rue, he knows that you don't feel for him as strongly as he does. He's known it from the beginning."

My face dropped and I felt the guilt from earlier come right back. "Rue, it'll be fine. I have us plane tickets back to England. First thing is to call off the wedding I've got a plan, don't worry. We'll be fine."

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body to his and embraced me in a hug. I lost it then. I just started bawling my eyes out, I don't even know why. I don't know if it was my happiness or what.

We stood there, him holding me as I cried for a good five minutes. When I was finished he pulled away from me and grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "I love you, you know."

"I know. I love you." And then he kissed me again. And all the feelings came rushing back again. Along with a million butterflies inside me.

"Harry? What is this? What are you doing with her?"

Harry and I both turned and looked to find a broken looking Lacey standing in the yard in PJ's, crying and sniffling.

             "Saying goodbye is hard, but staying isn't always better."




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