*Norah's POV*

Harry left.

He didn't say anything else, not even when I cried and begged him to stay. And he didn't send me flowers. He didn't give me chocolates or write me cute cards or even send me a text.

I spent the next month and a half curled into a tiny ball on my bed, and my whole body felt like it was on fire but I didn't take medicine. I didn't eat, I wasn't hungry. I wasn't thirsty. I didn't hurt, I wasn't tired, I didn't crave anything or anyone but Harry.

"Darling," my mother sighed as she came into my room and put a comforting hand on my thigh. "Whatever you and Harry had, you can tell me about it. I want to help."

"We didn't have anything," I sniffled into my pillow. "Which I didn't realize until now."

"You need to talk to him."

"I can't."

I let out a small sob and she held me in her arms for a few minutes before I told her I was alright.

But of course it was a lie. I wasn't alright.

*Harry's POV*

"Mate, just call her," Niall laughed, tossing back another shot. "I'm too fucking-" hiccup. "Tired of seeing you mope around like a baby."

"I'm not a baby," I scowled. He was piss drunk. Hell, we all were. I had drunken three, maybe six beers but I still didn't feel anything.

I left her there. She was crying and begging me, but I left. It wasn't because I was heartless. It wasn't because I wanted her to suffer.

It was the opposite. I left because I wanted her to be happy, and she wasn't going to be happy with me. She could love someone else. She could love someone that wasn't me. And it wasn't healthy for either of us to pretend like we would be something more when clearly, we wouldn't work out.

"I'm going for a walk," I muttered as all the boys busted out laughing at some stupid joke. My head was spinning and my stomach lurched violently as I stopped to lean against a tree.

The stars were beautiful tonight, they were so goddamn beautiful and there was no else seeing them. I felt completely alone out there in the middle of the night, leaning against some random ass tree while Norah was probably alone in her bed. It was nearly three, but I was praying that she was out with friends. Maybe she was drunk and not thinking about me, or maybe she was sober and not thinking about me. Either way I was praying she wasn't thinking about me, because I was thinking about her and it was hell. I missed everything about her.

I pushed off the tree and continued walking down the hill until I reached the river. It was a hell of a lot colder by the water but I didn't really notice. I just stared into the water, looking for God knows what.

I don't know what ran through my mind at that moment but suddenly I was dialing her number, then I hit call and it was ringing.

She picked up on the very last ring. "Hello?"

"Norah," I said stupidly. "Hey, this is Harry."

"I have caller I.D.," she sighed. "I know who you are."

"Shit, you were probably asleep. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," she interrupted me with a soft laugh. God, it was like fücking music to my ears to hear that laugh. "It's good to hear your voice."

"Yeah, you too."

"You've sort of been avoiding me, you know," she pointed out. "You could have just talked to me."

"I thought you would hate me," I admitted.

There was a long pause.

"I don't hate you."

I chuckled. "That pause was a bit concerning."

"I had to think about it."

I was walking aimlessly as I held the phone to my ear, my head beginning to clear and the cold air quickly sobering me up as I waited for her to say something else.

"How are your grades?"

"Oh," I frowned, feeling a little disappointed. "Er, they're good. Still straight A's."

"That's good."

I turned onto some random street and shoved my hand into my pocket as the breeze picked up again. It was freezing.

"How are you?" I asked carefully. She cleared her throat and I heard a click sound, like she was turning on a lamp.

"I'm alright."

"Good."

"You?"

"I've had better days."

"I'm sorry."

I looked up and realized where I was; I had walked to her house without thinking about it. I could see the light on in her upstairs bedroom and I laughed as I saw her shadow sitting on the bed.

"Is something funny?"

"I think I'm at your house."

"You think?"

"Don't be a smart ass," I rolled my eyes. "Just open the front door."

I watched her small shadow get up and then a hallway light came on, followed by the front porch light.

I jogged to the door and she looked up at me for a long time until she stretched on her toes and left a small kiss to my cheek. This girl really knew how to make my head spin.

"Come inside," she smiled, setting her phone aside. She was wearing only a T-shirt, and I quickly realized that it was mine. Damn.

I followed her up to her room, where she flopped on her bed and snuggled under the covers.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to cuddle with me?"

I laughed and she blushed a little as I stripped down to my boxers and got under the blanket, her small body pressing into mine as soon as my head touched the pillow. She was so damn cute.

"You're really warm," she commented in her soft voice. "I forgot how warm you are."

"Yeah," was all I could think to say.

"Have you slept with anyone else?"

I picked my head up and looked down at her.

"What?"

She turned to face me. "It's a yes or no question, Har."

"No."

She smiled. "Really?"

"I haven't even been able to look at another girl, princess."

She squeezed her eyes shut at the nickname and I took the chance to push my lips on hers. At first she fought me but after a second, she gave in and swiped her tongue along my bottom lip.

Her lips were so full and warm and soft, I couldn't suppress the small groans that slipped out every few minutes. She didn't seem to mind.

"Touch me, Harry," she panted, her hand guiding me to her panties. But I pulled away.

"Norah-"

She straddled my lap and knotted her fingers in my curls, something she knew I couldn't resist.

Damn.

I know this chapter is like rushed and stuff but that's how it's supposed to be and I have it all planned out so don't worry (:

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