Harry takes forever to open the damn door.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Deep down, I feel a glow.
I am seeing Harry.
The bastard I love so much but our lives are just too complicated to match.
The door swings open and I open my heavy eyes. I'm more drunk than I imagined.
Harry quickly covers the few steps between us when he spots me, and I watch him as he approaches. His hair is tousled, just the way I like it. He must have run his fingers through it uncountable times.
I want to run my fingers through it so bad.
"Bridget? What are you doing here?" He asks when he is a mere step from me.
I want to make that step but I have a feeling that I will fall on my face.
"I came to see you."
"Your speech is totally slurred. Are you drunk?"
"Yeah, so what? It's my birthday."
