Runaway Criminals [The Criminals Series]

"What are you doing here, Harry?" I asked in bewilderment as Harry stood in front of me. "I came to find you." He stated so many feelings were laced into his voice it was hard to pick out any one."It has been five years, I moved on. I thought you did too." I lied. The truth is I never moved on but Harry can't know that. What I wrote in that letter. Broke my heart and tore it to shreds. But what I wrote was the truth and still is. No matter how much it hurt. "I can't because I am still in love with you." He spoke his emerald eyes searching mine for any signs that I felt the same way. But I showed no emotion towards him or at all. "Please Harry. I can't" I begged my voice barely above a whisper. "Aria," He started but I soon cut him off. "Please just stop, Harry. Just stop." I begged him again as I felt my walls that took five years to build start to crumble. "Never." He said lowly. Before I knew it Harry had turned on his heels and started walking away. Leaving me standing there alone.

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4. Chapter Three

       I was on my second batch of cookie dough and the fifth season of How I met Your Mother when I was disturbed by my phone going off. I pause Netflix on my computer and quickly answered my phone not checking the number.

I need to learn to check who was calling me. 

"Who dare disturbed my How I Met Your Mother and cookie dough marathon day?"  I ask in a playfully angered tone. I heard a  low chuckle 

"Hello? Aria?" A British voice asked. A voice I would never forget.

"Harry?" I squeaked. 

"Oh my, Aria it this really you?" Harry spoke owe clear in his voice. 

"Um, yeah it is." I spoke quietly. Tears brimming my eyes. This can't be happening. 

"It is so good to hear your voice again after all these years, Ari."  He spoke yet again in awe.

"Please don't" I snapped as couple of tears slipped from my eyes. 

 "Ari," He spoke softly. 

"Harry, please I can't do this." 

"Do what?" 

"Talk to you Harry, especially now." I told him as more tears poured from my eyes. 

"What do you mean  especially now?" He asked. Worry evident in his voice. 

"I mean, my life is starting to look up for once. I can't have my past bring me down."  I tell him as the tears now stream freely down my face. 

"What do you mean Aria? " He  asked worry still  clearly evident in his voice.

"I just can't," My voice start to crack a early indicator that I was about to break down. 

"Are you crying?" He asked. 

"No, Harry I am not," I lied. 

"You are lying," He stated.

"Whatever, goodbye Harry." I said 

"Wait no plea-" Was the last thing I heard before I hung up.  I set my phone down on my night stand. Before quickly heading up to the bathroom before washing my face. I headed back to my bedroom to continue eat cookie dough and watch Netflix. 

     After about an hour of watching Netflix. I heard a knock at the door.  I was complicating  whether or not to answer it. Figuring it was ether Lizzy of my aunt forgot her key  I deiced I should probably get it.  I slowly walked to the door quickly unlocking it. My face went hard once I saw who was at the door. 

"What are you doing here, Harry?" I asked in bewilderment as Harry stood in front of me.

"I came to find you." He stated so many feelings were laced into his voice it was hard to pick out any one."It has been five years, I moved on. I thought you did too." I lied. The truth is I never moved on but Harry can't know that. What I wrote in that letter. Broke my heart and tore it to shreds. But what I wrote was the truth and still is. No matter how much it hurt.

"I can't because I am still in love with you." He spoke his emerald eyes searching mine for any signs that I felt the same way.  But I showed no emotion towards him or at all. "Please Harry. I can't" I begged my voice barely above a whisper. "Aria," He started but I soon cut him off.

"Please just stop, Harry. Just stop." I begged him again as I felt my walls that took five years to build start to crumble.

"Never." He said lowly. Before I knew it Harry had turned on his heels and started walking away.

Leaving me standing there alone.  He looked so different. His once long hair was now gone. Tattoo's covered his arms . I assumed that there were on his back and chest but his shirt covered them.  He also had more muscles then before.  I could go on and on about how Harry looked so different. A thousand and one things must have changed about him. And that  is only on the outside.  I walked back into the apartment. Locking the door behind me. Sigh dramatically. But this time I didn't cry or break down. All I felt was confusion and what I could believe was old feelings bubbling to the surface.  Feelings I was praying to never feel again. 

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