Eve POV

"Can you talk to me?" I say to Harry. My hand tugs him back.

He turns around and looks at me. His eyes look into mine and they look tired but soft.

"Hello." He answers. I huff and roll my eyes at his answer.

"Why are you being so cold to me?" I ask.

"I'm tired."

"This morning it was because you didn't want to be late to work, now it's because you're tired." Harry remains silent and just stares at me. "Is it because I'm living here?"

"No, it's not that." Harry says almost instantly. 

"Then what?" I ask. "I'm tired of this back and forth shit." I finally say.

"I'm just in a funk today, I'll be fine tomorrow." Harry dismisses. His eyes look away from me.

"Why are you in a funk? You were fine until we kissed for more than five seconds this morning." He keeps silent and runs his hand through his curls. "Am I that much of a horrible kisser that you have to be in a funk the rest of the day?"

"No, it has nothing to do with you." 

I really love his bland answers.

"Okay then tell me why you were in a fucking mood all day." I say, my voice raising. "I'm so tired of this shit. We move forward as a couple then we take fifty steps back and it's exhausting. Why can't you be more open with me? Or why can't you kiss me for more than two seconds?"

His eyes meet mine and this tongue pokes through his cheek a little. I wait for him to respond but he doesn't. He looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't.

"You're acting like a child." I  finally say. He looks away from my eye contact and tugs his hand through his curls that were falling to his forehead.

"I'm just tired, Eve. Leave me be."

"Should I bake you some fucking cookies then so you're not in a funk tomorrow?" I retort. "All day you've been pushing me to the side like I'm garbage. Just because you're rich and a big, fancy CEO, it doesn't mean you get to treat me like a peasant or even expect that I'd be okay with you ignoring me."

"I'm not treating you like a peasant." Harry scoffs. His eyes scowl at me making me more angry.

"Is that the only thing you got out of what I said?" My eyes widen. 

"No, I heard the rest. I'm just saying I don't treat you like that." 

"You have today." I respond. "Just tell me what's wrong and I'll stop bugging you and leave you be." I mimic. 

"Why do you like to mimic me so much?" His eyes narrow at me.

"Because you're being a jackass today." I answer. His eyes roll at my comment. 

Harry doesn't say anything. 

He just walks away. 

Fucking walks away without a word. 

I follow behind him and see he's placing his coat and brief case on the mattress. He turns around and faces me. His lips open to speak but he closes it.

"Just say it." I snap with wide eyes. My hand tugs through my hair.

"I'm falling in love with you and I don't know what to do about it." Harry says. His green eyes meet mine and they look tense and worried. 

"You don't know what to do about it?" I question. 

"I don't know what I should do." Harry says. "I'm scared that something bad will happen to you if I say the L word. And I'm scared that if I don't say it soon you'll have enough of me and leave."

"I don't care about saying the L word. I care about how you show it. If you let me in and speak to me about your problems, that's telling me you trust me. If you kiss me for more than fucking two seconds that shows that you want me. Those simple things mean more than telling me you love me," I say. "You can you love me and remain a prick who doesn't let me in. Saying I love you, to me ,are just a pile of overrated words. It's about how you show it, then I'll think you mean it. And what I have I done for you to think I'm leaving you anytime soon?"

"Daren-" I cut him off instantly.

"You spoke to my brother about us?" I ask. "He's a fucking lawyer, Harry. Of course he'll get into your head and make you all nervous and shit."

"But he's right. You weren't there, but he had some valid points I've been trying not to think about." 

"Like?" I say.

"How within six months we haven't said the L word, how we haven't had sex, how I'm not acting like a boyfriend that you've been dating for six months." Harry lists. 

"That stuff bothers me that much," I say honestly. "The only thing that I mind is you acting like we've been dating for two months rather than six. I mean at least now you hold my hand in public. Two months ago you stood ten feet away from me." His eyes look away from me and he stares at his shoes.

"I didn't want us to be like how we are." I hear Harry say. His eyes look back to me. "I'm a bundle of broken pieces and I can't act how I should towards you." 

"What's stopping you?" 

"My wife." Harry says. "I just feel like I'm cheating or something when I'm with you. I want to be with you and not feel guilty. And I'm trying but I'm obviously failing." 

"Is that your way of saying you want to break up?" I ask timidly.

"No, I don't want that," Harry says. "I just don't know what to do about my feelings or thoughts. The reason why I just suddenly stopped kissing you this morning was because I started to get a boner and I got fucking freaked out." He admits. 

"Why would you get freaked out?" I ask curiously.

"I haven't gotten happy down there in years." His voice turns low. "I know it's stupid but everything ties into Jane. She was my first real girlfriend, she was the girl I lost my virginity to, the only girl I ever slept with, and my first love. And I'm scared to be with you like that because I don't want to forget about her." 

"You don't have to forget about her," I say. "I understand you feel how you feel, but I can't just tell you it's okay. You're with me, and I don't want to fight for your attention or love. I don't want to keep telling you, you need to try harder or give me more affection." 

"I don't know what to do." Harry says. He sits down on the bed and runs his hands down his face tiredly. I sit down beside him and bite my lower lip.

"Maybe we need a break." I come up with. My throat burns after saying those words. His bright green eyes look to me. "Just some time apart so you can think about what you want." He closes his eyes. 

"I don't want what we have to be ruined." He murmurs.

"It won't. You just need space to think, which I understand." I say in a low voice. 

"We don't have to go on a break." My eyes travel to Harry who's staring at me. 

"I think it would be best," I admit. "I've never been loved Harry," I say. "I don't want to be with you if you can't be the person I need. I need someone who is open with me and doesn't shut down, and push me away when they feel something. I've never put myself first in any situation, and I am now, because I know I deserve better. I stayed with John because he made me believe that's how I should be treated. It took me a long time for me to realize that I shouldn't feel like I don't deserve to be loved."

Harry remains silent for a few moments. His eyes are on his hands that are on his lap.

"You just moved in," He mutters. 

"I still have my apartment until the end of the month. I can talk to my landlord. I used to babysit for free and she would take some money off my rent." I murmur. His green eyes glance in my direction and they look glossy. "I'll still see you at the office, until my internship ends." 

"I don't know who's staying at the office yet." Harry says.

"I know it's Nate. He's never been MIA for days." I mutter. "Anyways, I'll um grab some of my things." 

Before I stand his hand rests on top of mine. His eyes meet mine making my own eyes sting with tears. "How long are we going on a break?" 

"When you decide what you want, let me know." I say. Harry bites his lower lip. 

"You'll wait?" He asks me.

"I will. Just don't think about what I want or need. Think about what you want." He nods hesitantly. I soon stand up and head to the closet where my clothes are. I grab my work clothes and some casual ones. 

Harry remains sitting on the bed. Doug sits beside him. 

I put my things into my suit case and zipper it up. Harry stands up and walks over to me. He doesn't say anything. His arms just wrap around me. His lips kiss my cheek and his head rests on my shoulder. I hug back eventually. 

"Thank you." I hear him murmur against me.

"Yep." I say through stinging eyes that are threatening to burst. "Harry?" 

"Yes?" 

"I'm falling in love with you too." I admit. His arms hold me more tightly and his head presses against mine.

Within five minutes I leave the apartment and slowly feel my thoughts roam around my mind making me become more sad. 

A://N

if i didn't mention

this book is slower than most ???

if you didn't catch on

I didn't want to rush into things with them , sorry if you're boreddddd

comment goal: 70?? that would be cool

i have some pre written chapters that are lowkey sad so be ready i suppose 

tysm for reading :)

~lauren