Eve POV

We stand in the hallway across from each other, silent for a few moments.

"Can we talk?" Harry asks me. His voice is low but soft.

"Yeah," I mumble back. We might as well talk now rather than a few days.

"I uh," He pauses. "I'm going to try to refrain from saying sorry, because I say that a lot. But um, me saying how I feel could've gone better, I know. I uh, didn't want to even say anything about you making me unhappy, if you even are. I just feel unhappy and annoyed all the time. Was it smart of me to think it was you? No. I think I just blamed you because we were in an argument and I just--I don't know. I'm just a cluster fuck right now. It's probably the medicine screwing me up and me not being able to work. I know it's not an excuse though, so please don't think I'm trying to come up with them," Harry says. He rambles towards the end.

"The argument was based on you saying I don't make you happy," I say. "I'm far from perfect. I know that I'm annoying, sometimes needy, stupid, careless meaning I don't think about anything I just do what I feel is right in the moment, but I regret my choice later, and the list goes on; but I've never said that you make me unhappy, when there are many things that can easily make me upset that you do. If you've felt that was for a long time, you should've said something earlier rather than starting an argument,"

"Two months ago I was fine," Harry says. "Since Arizona I've been messed up and I don't know why, I doubt everyone and everything in my life, and I don't know what's been making me sad. My brain is just foggy and slow, and I don't know what's going on half the time,"

"If you feel like that you should stop taking your anti anxiety medicine, don't you think?"

"It's either I act like this or become a controlling asshole again," He says.

"Either way you're an asshole," I mumble.

"Thanks," Harry says. Silence overcomes us again. I would bring up how earlier today I was acting more annoying because my period was about to happen, but I rather not. He should know by now when my period is about to come and how emotional I get by the easiest things. "I need you Eve,"

"You need the thought of me to keep you sane," I say to him. I look back to Harry who's staring at me. "Yes, fine, I have OCD, and I'm not easy to get along with. Instead of acting like a twenty six year old woman, I act fifteen when it comes down to us. I have stupid high expectations and expect my future to look like the ones in movies, but you only say you need me when you feel like you're going to lose me. You actually need me? Why? Because I make you forget about Jane?" I ask honestly.

"No, because I love you," My eyes glance away from him once I see him become worked up. "I know I don't always show affection o-or even act like I love you but I do. I have my own stupid way of showing it. You've given me so much Eve, a-and I can't be without you,"

"Maybe my purpose in your life was to just show you love exists again and the new love of your life is out there," I come up with. My eyes sting at my own words.

Harry shakes his head. "I've already met her and her name is Eve. She has slight OCD and loves dogs more than people most of the time," I bite my lip at his words and look at him. "I need you Eve. And I'm sorry I can't act like a good boyfriend who is normal. But I'm willing to do anything to make us good again. Go food shop and clean as much as your heart desires. We can start date night again a-and start a new TV series that we binge watch together like how we used to,"

"You should want to do those things with me because you want too, not because you want to keep me," I say in a soft voice.

"I do want to do those things," He says. His eyes look worried though. "Please? We can work through whatever is we're going through,"

"Are you in love with me Harry?" I finally ask him. "Meaning am I the one for you?"

"Of course," He says instantly.

"If I asked you to stop being a CEO, would you? Hypothetically that is."

"Yes, without question," Harry answers. My eyebrow raises at him.

"You would stop doing what you love for me?" I ask. "Just think about that for a moment,"

"Yes, I'd stop doing it. I'd rather be with you than be a CEO," He says to me. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I don't feel like you're in love with me sometimes," I say. "It's just certain things that make me think you won't love me as much as someone else," I hint to who. "I shouldn't have to feel second to her, Harry, but I do,"

Harry remains silent and looks at me. "I will always love Jane because she was my first love and my wife. She also gave birth to my first child, and I could never forget her. But, I'm no longer in love with her. Do you know why? Because I'm in love with you. I don't wake up everyday wishing Jane was with me, because I don't remember her. I remember you, and how you make me feel. Yes, lately I've been a unhappy bag of shit, and I've been taking it out on you, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you as much as Jane,"

Since now I'm on my period all my emotions are fucked up and I just feel like crying in a ball and eating ice cream now.

"Please, give me one more chance,"

"I seem more and more stupid each time I give you another chance," I say causing his eyes to soften at me.

"This is the last one though, and if I fuck up again you can leave me," He says. "Please Eve, one more chance,"

"Two weeks," I say.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Lets go two weeks apart and see what happens," I come up with. "If you become happier within those we weeks we'll break up. Or if I become less, whatever I am lately, we'll break up," I say. "If we feel like we need more than two weeks, we can add onto the time," I add.

"What if we're both not like that after the two weeks?" Harry asks.

"Then we'll work on us," I say.

"Okay," He says with a nod.

"And I mean actually work on us. I don't want your mood swings, or you blaming me for your problems that you don't want to talk about, I want us to act semi normal. I want to work on everything we should've the past two years,"

"I agree," His green eyes look into mine. "Does that mean you'll work on your OCD?"

I open my mouth to speak but close it. "Yes," I give in.

"Okay," He murmurs. "You can stay at the house, I'll stay at a hotel,"

"I-"

"Stay at the house," Harry cuts me off.

"Who gets custody of Avery?" I ask timidly.

"Two weeks so, I get her three days one week, you get her four. The next week I get her four, you get her three," Harry comes up with.

"Okay," I agree. "I'm still covering you this week for your jobs," I tell him. His mouth opens but I continue speaking. "I told you I'll be covering you for the time you're out,"

"I can't ask you to do that considering," Harry says in a now low voice.

"You've never asked me, I offered in the first place," I bring up.

"Fine," He gives up. "Anything else we should discuss now?"

"Who's Sandra?" I ask again.

"A old college friend of mine," Harry tells me. My eyes narrow at his words. "I'm saying the truth,"

"Okay," I drop it.

Silence falls between us and my fingers start to fidget again. "Can we hug before I leave?" He asks me timidly.

"Sure," I respond in a murmur.

His long arms wrap around me tightly and his chin rests on top of my head. I hug back a few moments later and close my eyes against his broad chest. Harry's hold on me is tight and protective. A few moments later we break away from our hug and we look at each other. "Two weeks?"

"Two weeks," I respond. Harry nods and goes back to giving me that gloomy look. A few moments later he leaves the apartment building and I let out a deep breath.

Two weeks.

A://N

I can't fall asleep so here is another chapter

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