Every atom of me missed him
Hi loves🌷
I’m back with another story!! It’s has been centuries for me to post something new. Sorry about that. Hopefully this will get me back at the writing game.
⚠️Hinting of smut.
I know the time period for his hip tattoos doesn’t add up here. But it isn’t all set around 2017/18 harry. It’s a bit of a mix.
As always like, reblog and enjoy!
Xx Mir
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‘’I love you, Harry,” she blurted as she woke. She found the right side off her bed cold and empty. She missed the muscular, tattooed arm that used to be wrapped around her. Waking up from her dream, she found that he wasn’t there. Sitting up in bed, surrounded with complete darkness around 3:00 A.M, she thought about how her life changed so much after agreeing to take a break. Because in Harry's words, “I can’t deal with this anymore. We need a break. A break from each other to figure out if we still want this.”
In the last few months of their relationship, they argued about everything. The fighting and arguments were things she thought about whenever she woke up in the middle of the night. She recalled all the bad and hurtful things she said in their last fight. After that argument, she realised that the words she said out loud weren’t about him, but of things she was dealing with. Neither one of them were angels. She realised that he worked hard, but she only saw what he didn’t do. All she knew was that she wasn’t making him feel loved or validated. It was something she deeply regretted. The fact that he was away a lot for his job wasn’t making things easier. Moments they spent together were filled with tension. Not a good or sexual tension, just an uncomfortable feeling of not wanting another argument.
In that moment, she just wished Harry was there with her. Maybe trying to fix things and work it all out. Was it too much to ask? She knew it was. It wasn't up to her to make a decision. A few nights ago, she let Harry know that she was sorry for everything that was said and done. That was all she could do.
But the ache of longing to be with him was overpowering. She never knew missing the one you loved the most could take over every fibre of your being. It felt like every atom in her body missed him. This wasn't something she had ever felt before.
The way he smiled at her made it feel like she was the only person in the room. His eyes full of adoration and love. Sometimes it was mixed with lust. The way his eyes darkened and the way his lips would curl up to this smirk. He knew… he knew how to make her feel good.
Or Harry telling corny jokes to her, knowing she would probably not find them funny. His perfect dimples when he smiled. But what made her fall in love with Harry was his love for others, helping people out. He still is a kind and loving person.
Thinking about these things put a smile on her face. Somehow, she lost this way of seeing him. All she focused on were the “bad” things, those typical little things you could get annoyed by. Having some time away from one and other made her remember the great things about him. The only hope she still held onto was that he might decide to give it another try.
Sighing deeply, she looked over to the clock on her nightstand. 4:15 A.M., another hour and fifteen minutes spent on Harry. Luckily, she didn't have work the next morning, so she could wake up later than usual. Getting out of bed, she walked over to the bathroom and took a few sips of water, gazing in the mirror at her own complexion. She switched off the lights and walked over to the bed. After getting comfortable and pulling the duvet up to her neck, she felt that her eyes grow heavy and she soon the drifted off back to sleep.
A few hours later, she received a loud wake up call as someone banged their fist on the front door. Grabbing her phone, she noticed a few missed calls and messages from a number she didn't know. She laid her phone back on the nightstand and walked over to the door to open it.
She couldn't find her voice; she lost every word she had ever learned. Her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded in her throat. He... Harry was here, at her house.
“Can I come in?” His eyes never left hers. How many love songs or movie lines are there with the line “He takes my breath away”? At that moment, that line made so much sense. Even though her body felt numb, she still stepped aside and let him in.
“I thought it was time to talk. Don't you?” He let her lead them to the living room.
“Yes.. I believe so.”
Both of them sat down on the couch. Not sure who would talk first, they both waited. Harry finally decided to speak up and turned his entire body towards her.
“Let me begin by saying I'm sorry. And don't say I have nothing to be sorry for, because I do. Before we took a break, I was busy with work and I didn't pay enough attention to you when I was with you. Every time we were together, there was always a phone call from clients and colleagues. You never complained about that, until you were done with all of it. I didn't notice you were upset, tired, feeling alone. I've never wanted you to feel like that. So yes… I'm saying sorry. Both of us made mistakes, misjudgements. It took me a while before I realised that.
Right from the beginning, I missed you. Just last night I woke up thinking you were in my arms. But you weren't. I miss your laugh, the way you hate my corny jokes but still laugh about them, the way your eyes light up whenever you see a loved one, the way you are always there for everyone. I miss you. I want you to be in my arms whenever I wake up in the middle of the night. I want us back.”
He looked down at the ground, waiting for her reaction. He was never the one to be completely honest about what was going on in his mind. So this was something that he was not used too.
‘’ I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about you. I wished I was laying in your arms. I miss you. I have missed you for a long time.’’
She was nervous. Not looking at harry but at the ring on her finger. It was a ring that he bought her year and half ago.
‘’ I was mad. Mad at you, but also mad at myself. I said some horrible things to you. After you left I cried my eyes out. Obviously figuratively not literally.. I mean.. haha ‘’ pointing at her yes. Whenever she got nervous, she ended up rambling.
‘’ I shouldn't have called you a self-centred guy. You’re the least self-centred man I know. But when you decided to take that break something snapped inside of me. Because I was there for you for so many years.. as a friend and partner. To see that you didn't even feel like fighting for us.. I got hurt.
I know that I’ve made mistakes as well. Whenever you got back home, I was more focused on my own issues. Not thinking about you needing to vent, or that you might needed me to listen. So.. I’m sorry. I know I apologised a few days ago. But seeing you now. Makes it more real.”
Harry just looked at her with a blank face. It made her nervous. But then he smiled. First a small curved smile, but then he got a big grin on his face.
“I know you’re sorry. But now we’re both sorry. What’s going to happen now? Because I still love you very much. That never stopped.” Grabbing her hand.
“I want to start fresh. I wouldn’t say get back to where we were, because that didn’t end well. Get back to being how we were before that. Because I would still do anything for you, I love you so much” getting comfortable on the couch, she looked at Harry’s hands holding her own.
The feeling of his cold rings, was something she missed.
He nodded his head, pulling her closer towards him. “I agree. Soooooo? We’re like a thing again?”
Putting her feet on the couch and nuzzling up against harry, “Yes.. we’re a thing again.”