Missing You - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Bare)

Harry and Leah have moved to America, and the world seems to have forgotten about Harry and his fame. He's glad that they can live a normal life.... almost. Because when his best friend loses his sight.... they face a whole new set of problems.


17. Chapter Seventeen

Harry's POV

I am sitting on the couch, repeatedly texting Leah and petting Beanie when the front door flies open. I glance back, knowing it's Louis, but, then I do a double take. It isn't Louis.

It's Leah.

And she doesn't have Louis.

I run up to her, and she smiles, opening her arms for a hug. I make no gesture back. She then lowers her arms, frowns, and watches me as I try to look behind her for any sign of Louis. "What?" She asks. "Where Louis?" I ask frantically. "Okay fine. Obviously you care about Louis more than me," She says defensively, swaying her hips and swerving her head. She then gives me a middle finger salute, and whips out the door.


I follow her, watching her footprints in the mud, and I find her sitting at the back step. A tear rolls innocently down her cheek, but when she sees me, her eyes narrow and she wipes it away, as if she is too tough to cry. I chuckle. "What," She whimpers, and then puts up her hood and faces the other direction. "Take off that sweater, I can't see your face," I tell her, but she shakes her head. "Why would you want to? It's not Louis'," She says. I sit down beside her, the stone steps cold. I forget all about Louis, and how he is missing. "I love you, Leah," I insist. "Then why is all your time devoted to Louis?" She cries, facing me now. She leans foreward and adjusts her seating. She lays against my chest. "Because, he was in the time of need. He needed help, Leah. And he is my friend. I'm sorry! But, Also because I was hiding something from you," I say.


Leah's POV

"But, Also because I was hiding something from you," He says. I shift to the side, facing him. I am so close I can feel his breath on my face, but I don't care. I am too absorbed in what he is saying. What, so now he is keeping secrets from me?

"What?" I ask, confused, but slightly angry annoyed. "I was trying to make something less obvious." He smiles, and then he stands up, and he grabs my wrist.

Harry pulls me inside, my sandals being swallowed up by the mud, getting stuck each step I take. It is like quick sand, the hot sun melting the old land away and creating a swamp of mud.

I step inside, slip my shoes off, and shake my feet, the mud landing all over the welcome rug. Harry hands me a towel and I wipe the rest of the mud off my feet. Harry suddenly gets on one knee. "I don't need a shoe shine," I laugh, the cool breeze on the back of my neck from the open door. "Well, fine. I have something else you could have then." He chuckles. I smile, and nod. He pulls a black box out of his pocket and he opens it up. My eyes widen. My face brightens. Inside is a diamond ring, looking like it would have cost a fortune. "Oh, Harry," I exclaim, admiring the ring. "No, My turn to talk," He smiles. I cover my mouth with my hand. "We've been through a lot, Leah. Too much, actually. Too much as boyfriend and girlfriend. I think we are a step past that. Neither of us would do anything to hurt the other, or do anything behind eachothers back. We have mutual respect, and Leah, I want to know.. Will you marry me?" He asks. I smile, as wide as possible, about to say yes when, I remember.

I sent Louis away.

I collapse onto the floor in a river of tears. "Whats wrong?" Harry shouts, setting down the ring box. "I-I sent Louis away, with his Mom, he should be on a plane in half an hour," I cry. Harry''s face drains of all colour, and is full of pure horror. "You did what?!" He shouts. Then, he picks up the ring box and whips it out the door. "Are you breaking up with me?" I cry, weeping now. Out of anger, I hit the floor, ripping my sweater off of me and flinging it across the room, and I get hot. I feel like I'm a thousand degrees. I cry into my hands, and Harry stops glaring at me for a minute. I look up, my face a mess. He grabs my wrist, the one with his initials on it. "Why haven't you taken this off? What if you get ink poisoning! Stop drawing on yourself!" He shouts, trying to wipe it off. "I can't take it off." I state. "Why?" He screams, angrily, on the verge of tears.

"It's a tattoo," I whimper.

And then, Harry smiles.

"My God, I love you Leah," He cries, and then he pulls me into a hug. "Are you breaking up with me?" I ask again. He shakes his head. "I'm just not marrying you. Not yet. First, we are getting Lou back," He tells me, and I nod. "I don't know if we can," I whimper. "If I'm with you, anything is possible," He whispers. The wind blows the door shut.



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