(it's past midnight do it's technically already day 4)

"What do you mean over?" He says, his voice is crushed.

I stop, taking everything inside. It hurts me, because I have been having such a great time and I do want things to work, but a person has a limit, and I think I already overpassed mine.

"I can't keep doing this, Harry." I swallow hard, it really hurts me. "It's too much for me to handle. I can't keep up with you."

"Baby, I promise you I didn't do anything with that girl." He repeats but I shake my head.

"It's not just that-" I say but he cuts me off.

"Frances, this is a misunderstanding. We will get through this." He says, coming closer to me and this time I let him. "I know I make a lot of mistakes, but-"

"Harry, no. It's not just the mistakes." I say, trying my best to keep my voice neutral. "It's also your mood swings, how differently you act when you're in public. I just- can't keep up with you."

"What do you mean?" He holds my face, running his thumb through my skin. I lock eyes with his almost black eyes, just a thin line of green left. It takes me a moment to reply.

"We keep fighting over the smallest of things. Over and over. I do enjoy being with you." I admit, looking straight at him. "But this just isn't working for us. I put a lot of effort because-" I take a moment, leaving a sigh out. "Because I care about you. But, you don't show the same to me."

"Baby, baby I'm sorry. I really am." He closes his eyes, he puts his forehead against mine. "I do care for you."

"You left me alone Harry. You didn't even looked back." I say, feeling another tear leave my eye.

"Look at me." He says, opening his eyes and we lock eyes again. "I care about you, tremendously. Sometimes I- I don't know how to react on things. When something happens and it involves you, like Laura, the paps, I... I just, I get so angry because you don't deserve it."

"I didn't even care. It was all in your head." I say lowly, feeling an ache in my chest.

"I know. But, I-" He looks down, he looks so crushed right now, it kills me to see him like this. "Give me another chance. Please."

"I can't. It isn't working." I say, holding his face. I can't handle the ache in my chest anymore. "It's better to- to just leave it like this. We tried, okay?"

I run my thumb on his cheek and then I move away, I'm having a mix of feelings inside my stomach. I don't want to do this but I think it's for the best. We did try to make it work. We keep doing this over and over, but sometimes people are not meant for each other. Maybe we will never work.

And it hurts me because I do want to be with him, but we always end up like this. Fighting. It's better if we both go our own ways.

"I'll leave tomorrow, it's better for the both of us." I say, swallowing my feelings. It's for the best. Right?

"No. No, fuck. No!" He says loudly, turning to look at me. "You always do this."

"I always do what?" I ask, clearly confused.

"Run away. From everything." He says, running a hand through his hair. "Think about it. You first left your home for the same thing. Then, back at the wedding, you left me." He stares at me, his eyebrows in a concerned frown. "What are you afraid of, Frances?"

I stand there, trying to comprehend what he said to me. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I shake my head, finally realizing that what he said, it's true. 

I hate to admit that he is right. I always run away. From Los Angeles, from my fake friends, even from my family. Even from him, I did run away from him that day of the wedding. It was a lot for me to take, I wanted to have my life put together. So I left.

"I-" I open my mouth again, but once again nothing comes out. 

All the feelings are getting to me at the same time. Everything I felt in the past, everything I'm feeling right now. Joy, anger, jealousy, nervousness, fright, even love. I shake my head looking at him, my eyes water again. 

I just want happiness, running away always seems like the best idea.

"Why are you afraid, baby?" He asks, now in a low voice and coming closer to me again. He holds my face tenderly.

"I'm afraid, Harry." I admit in a whisper, closing my eyes and letting a tear roll down my cheek, finally the pain in my chest releasing. "I'm afraid of being hurt. I'm afraid of being broken."

"Shh, shh. Don't cry." He says, cleaning the tear away. "I'm so, so, so sorry." He looks at me, his eyes are back to normal now. I can see the clear green in his eyes again. "I promise, this time I'm giving you my word, I will never let anything hurt you. I would never hurt you. Not again."

He suddenly moves his hand out of my face, taking one of his rings out of his fingers. He takes my hand, placing the ring on my index finger. I keep crying, releasing everything I've been keeping inside of me.

"This ring is a promise. Okay? A promise that I would never do anything to hurt you. Not anymore." He says, I have never heard that voice on him before. "Please forgive me."

Looking at him and at the way he is talking to me, so pure and real, I have never seen him talk to me this way. I'm weak, but for some reason I feel relieved in some way. 

I didn't know what else to do. The pressure I felt inside of my chest, the butterflies inside of my stomach, the chills running all over my body, and the tears running down my face were a full mix of emotions. So I did the first thing that crossed my mind, I kiss him. I grabbed his face and kiss him.

He kisses me back, taking my body in his hands and kissing me like he has never done before. My back finds the wall and his hands find my leg, he brings me a big up so we can be at the same height. He breaks the kiss, running his hand through my face. I open my eyes, my lips asking for air.

"I would never do anything to hurt you, Frances." He says, he lets a few breaths in between words.

"I trust you, Harry." I say, my voice trembling from all the emotions while holding his hand. "I'm not going anywhere."

That makes him grin slightly, coming forward to connect our lips again. This kiss, this right here means a lot more of the previous things we have experienced in the past. This kiss is a promise, and I couldn't ask for more right now. I need to trust and learn to let myself go. I can't keep running away.

At least not from him.

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I wake up with a killer headache, moving my head a bit up feeling disoriented. Right, we fell asleep on the sofa, we're wrapped under the same blanket. Harry is still sleeping, his lips slightly parted. I smile while I look at him, at the way the sun is hitting on his hair making it lighter. Everything that we talked last night is coming to me, last night was so important.

I squeeze myself away from his embrace and walk to my room, taking an aspirin from my bag and gulping it down. I brush my teeth and go back, but jus when I do he shifts under me, his nose moves indicating me that he is slowly waking up, his breathing taking pace.

"You're awake." He mumbles, with that raspy boy of his.

"I am." I say, moving my hand to his chest. I dart my eyes to the ring. A promise, I repeat in my head.

"Good morning, then." He finally opens his eyes, slowly. He hugs me tighter, placing a kiss on my forehead, and then on my nose.

"Good morning." I whisper, moving to kiss him on the lips.

We get lost in the kiss, slow kisses being shared here and there. After a few moments he separates our lips, half of his body is above me, he has a smirk on his lips.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, I was actually not expecting that question.

"Yes?" I say, moving an eyebrow up.

"I want to make you breakfast today." He says, sitting up but still looking at me. I follow him, sitting in front of him.

"You? Make breakfast? But darling..." I mock him playfully. "You know you can order anything from here and they will bring it to you, right?"

"I know, but I want to pamper my girl." He grins, holding back his come back. I know. "I'm going to brush my teeth. I'll meet you downstairs."

"Okay." I say, he pecks my lips and leaves. I stay there smiling like a stupid girl.

Minutes later we are both at the kitchen, he dismissed the people in there and they left us alone. I sat in a chair, just looking at him getting everything that he needed, a bowl, a whisk, eggs, flour, butter. I stare at him with a smile displayed on my face, even when I still have a bit of a headache.

"Do you want help?" I ask, but he glares at me and then laughs. Laughs!

"If I remember correctly, you once told me you didn't know how to cook." He says, grabbing the milk from the fridge. "And I'm quite the cook, to the rescue."

"I do know how to do certain things." I say, crossing my arms over the table. "I'm good at making coffee."

"I let you make us some coffee, then." He winks at me, turning to grab another thing and he starts.

After twenty minutes, he has a set of pancakes and scrambled eggs in two plates. We eat sharing a small conversation on how he developed a love for cooking. I was lost listening to him talk, since my wave of emotions last night, I drained of leaving me with only happiness inside of me. That's what sleeping next to the person you care does to you.

The day went by. In the afternoon we did nothing else than just lay under the sun and talk. I haven't stopped smiling in the whole freaking day, I don't know what is happening to me.

Right now, we are watching the sunset, cuddled outside and wrapped in a towel. He is caressing my skin, his fingers making little paths in my arms.

"Babe?" He says, more in like a question.

"Hm?" I hum back, I really like to be in his arms, my head resting on his warm skin from all the sun it has received.

"I'm really sorry about last night." He says lowly, his fingers still making circles on my skin. "I shouldn't have left you alone."

"Harry..." I move my head to look at him, a small grin gracing my lips. 

"I just wanted you to know that." He says, holding my hand that was previously on his chest in his, placing a kiss on the back of my hand. "I'm going to change."

"I trust you." I say tenderly. He smiles in response, moving me closer to him and placing a kiss on my lips briefly.

"Do you want to go have dinner in town?" He asks me, moving a flick of my hair behind my ear.

"Let's stay here tonight." I say with a little pout. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Sure." He moves and places another kiss on my lips, sometimes I think I can't get enough of him.

When Derek called us to announce us that dinner was ready, I ask him if the crew already ate as well. He said no, so I had the brilliant idea of inviting them to join us. He couldn't refuse because Harry was also insisting, following my idea. So, what was a dinner for two, turned out to be a dinner for five. There were a few that were busy and couldn't join us.

It was fun to share with all of them apart from the usual short words that we share with each of them. It was great and different. I also learned a lot about their lives. Like, Derek, for example. He was in the US Navy serving his time, but two years ago he retired and decided on sailing on his own. He ended up working in this boat.

Liam, our bartender, he is taking online business classes. He wants to open a hotel when he finishes. I have already talked with Rachel so I already knew a bit about her. She's sitting next to me, she has a glass of wine in her hand.

"But what about you, miss Frances? We have talked enough about us." Liam says, making circles with his finger over the edge of his glass.

"Yeah, we love to hear about you." Rachel smiles at me, I look at Harry who is smiling at me as well, a kind of smile I have never seen on him before. Like a proud smile.

"Well, I... I actually dropped out of college, I was studying art. But after that, I wanted to reconnect with myself so I spend my savings going all around Europe." I say, biting on my bottom lip afterwards. "Now I live in Barcelona, still trying to figure out life."

"Guys, she's being polite." Harry says, sitting forward on his chair. "Even if she's a dropout, she's incredibly talented. You have to see her drawings. She's an artist."

He then stands up, moving his shirt up. I cover my eyes, flushing red.

"She made this. Isn't she incredible?" He says showing them the tattoo he got of one of my drawings. He is showing me off.

"Wow! That's- Amazing." Liam opens his mouth, he has a few tattoos on him as well so I guess he does like the ink.

"Alright, enough about me." I say, moving my hands away from my face, still feeling my cheeks flushed. I turn to Harry, a sleek smile on my face. "It's your turn now."

"Me? Do you guys want to hear about me?" He huffs, having a little laugh. "You have seen me many times in the past, you already know me."

"Derek is new." I say as a matter of fact.

"And maybe it will surprise you, but we don't know much about our guests." Liam says, agreeing with me. "We are usually just the service. This, a dinner including us, it has never happened in the past."

"He's right." Rachel says, pressing her lips to a smile.

"Alright, okay. The kiddos want to hear about me. Sure." He says, biting his tongue between his teeth, thinking. "Well, I'm Harry."

I laugh, shaking my head at him.

"I never went to college. I never planned to anyway. Uh-" He thinks, placing his hand on his chin. "I'm a singer, songwriter, I also play the guitar and violin." He glances at me, a swift smirk crosses his lips. "I used to be in a band called The Storms but, I... I'm not anymore."

He chuckles, we all chuckle with him as we keep listening. I love when he speaks about himself in a good way. He usually doesn't.

"And right now, I don't know what the fuck to do next so-" He grabs his glass, moving it up. "I may as well join your crew because, as long as I know, I'm unemployed."

"We have a vacant as a maid, actually." Liam jokes, he is the one that knows Harry the better as it seems.

"I'll take what I can get." Harry moves his hands up making us all burst a laugh.

The dinner ends about ten minutes later, it was actually really fun to hang with all of them. We helped clean the table with them and then they all went to their own business. We went upstairs, I sit in a sofa but Harry stays on his feet. He is looking at me with that same smile he has been wearing since earlier.

His stare makes me blush again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, moving one of my feet to kick him, he grabs my foot instead.

"Why are you so good with everyone?" He asks, his smile growing. His hair is falling a bit on his forehead, it has grown a little bit. "You're so genuine all the time. So caring."

"I'm a simple girl." I say, repeating his words from a few days ago. "I'm just me."

"Come here, you simple girl." He says, tugging from my leg and moving me to the edge of the sofa, taking my face in his hands and kissing me, making me stand up.

I kiss him back, running my hand through his locks of hair. He suddenly lifts me from the ground, taking one of my legs and placing it around him. I do the same with the other, getting lost in the kiss as he walks my body to rest me against the wall. He smiles through the kiss, making it even more delicious.

He holds my face firmly, controlling my head and turning my face to aside, breaking the kiss and placing small like kisses down my cheek to my chin, continuing on my jawline. He reaches the spot behind my ear, that little spot of pleasure. The combination of his breath, his kisses and his sudden soft bites, makes me close my eyes and move my head against the wall.

"You're so divine to kiss." He whispers huskily to my ear, it makes me smile.

"Then don't stop." I say, moving his face to look at me. He smirks, moving forward to connect our lips again, in a more hungry kiss this time.

After about a minute, he holds my body and sits me on the pool table in the middle of the room. He moves away from my lips, moving his touch away from my heated body. He looks at me, a tender, timid smile on his lips. I already know what he's thinking, I am too.

"Do you think we're ready?" He asks shyly, running his thumb down my cheek.

I take a moment to think, moving my heated thoughts away for a second. I know exactly what he means. Are we ready?

After everything that happened last night? After our fight? After his promise?

I think deeply, gazing at him as I do. My chest is catching its breath, my hand still resting on his chest. But right now, right in front of him, I can't think straight. I want him right now, even with everything that happened last night, I want him. I trust him enough now, as I move my eyes momentarily to my hand wearing his ring. We are both committing to this and I think, I really think we are ready.

This time we are ready.

"There's only one way to find out." I say, biting my bottom lip as I move him close to me again, he smirks moving to kiss me, holding my face firmly with even more passion than before.

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A/N: DIDN'T I TELL YOU THAT THIS CHAPTER WAS GOING TO BE AMAZING?

K maybe I didn't but wAS IT?!?!?

I'm in love bye