You hid behind a parked car in the middle of town. You slid down and sat on the cold sidewalk, crying into your arms. People passed you and either laughed, scoffed, or made snarky comments; which made you cry harder.
How could this day get any worse?
"Peyton!" You heard him call. You ignored him while wiping away your tears and getting up. You did not want to face him right now. "Peyton wait!"
"What Harry?" You snapped. "What could you possibly want?"
"I want to say that I'm sorry."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Whatever. Did you get bored of Heather that quickly, or could she not 'fend for herself'?"
Harry grabbed your waist and gently pulled you towards him. "I'm sorry, Peyton. I don't even know why I said those things. I was just stressed from work and I didn't even mean it. Gosh, I feel like such a jerk. Please forgive me?"
You looked into his green eyes, and saw the reason why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was genuinely sorry. Since you had such a big heart, you had to forgive him.
"I forgive you, Harry." You sighed while letting your smile stretch over your features. Harry smiled widely while planting a kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, boo."
He chuckled against your lips, which gave you butterflies. "I love you more."