Hmm... So the morning after! What's going to go down this time? Thanks again for everyone's lovely reviews and encouragement, they help so so much :)

So without further ado... Here's chapter four, Enjoy!

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"It's happened again hasn't it?" I asked bitterly as we woke up the next day.

His face stared back at my own confused,

"What happened?" last night slowly came back to him, the drunk haze of memories. He shifted uncomfortably in my bed.

"I think we had too much to drink" my heart broke as I said the words, but I understood. He needed time, he might have been drunk the night before, but I hadn't been. I knew he feel the same way, but I had to be patient. He didn't know how he felt himself at that moment..

The darkness inside him took over again, as he hid his emotions from me.

"I understand Harry. You need time; go." the eyes that looked into mine were confused and sad again. I never wanted things to be this complicated. Why couldn't it just be straight forward? Why couldn't you just accept you love me?

My heart hurt as he moved silently out of bed, pausing at the door,

"Whatever I said last night, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on in my head right now, and I don't want to string you along." his voice broke as he left the room quickly, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

I felt as though there was a hole in my chest as I watched him go. I wanted to stop him, to make him realise. I wanted to shout. I wanted to cry. I wanted anything other than the silence. One again, bitter rejection cut deep into my chest, as the newest wave of emotion and torment hit me. It had all happened because of drink, he hadn't done it because he felt anything for me at all, it was a moment of lust, regret.

Deep down, I knew this was how it was going to stay. I would wait for him to decide he needed me, and I would watch as he left the morning after. I was happy to be used. It was better than not having his love at all.

I knew he loved me in his own way. Every time doubt entered my mind, I remembered that night. The night he held me when I cried, when he listened. When he was there for me.

When I woke again hours later, I found a letter addressed to me beside my head. My heart hammered as I questioned what could be in it. I stared at the familiar handwriting on the envelope. Harry's. I swallowed hard before opening the letter, and discovering whatever was inside.

"Danny,

I know your bound to be confused right now. God knows you have every right to be. I think its clear to both of us that the things that keep happening between us are trying to tell us- me- something; I know how you feel, and I hate that I'm making you hurt right now, so I'm going away for a little while.

While I'm away, I want you to decide what you want. I can't say that we will work, and I can't say that it will be easy, but I'm going away to sort something out. I'll explain when I come back, and I won't have to try to hide my feelings for you any more. There is a reason for all this, I promise. Your not hurting without reason, I just have to explain in person, after I've sorted everything out.

If you decide when I'm gone that you don't want this, then I understand, I've been horrible to you and I deserve whatever you choose to do.

I'll see you when I get home, everything will be clear soon, I promise.

Harry.

The letter was so heartfelt, yet at the same time oddly formal- like emotion was purposely cut short. It was another look behind his armour, and it made me fall in love with him a little bit more. He wasn't using me; he just has something stopping him loving me for now. The thought made me slightly anxious, what could it be?

I ran downstairs

"Harry!" I shouted, hoping he hadn't left yet, almost running into Tom on the bottom step.

"He's gone. He told me to tell you to trust him, he will be back. He wants you to understand what's going on in his head, but there's something he has to do before he can explain everything." toms eyes studied my expression, and I wondered how much he knew, I could feel my eyes starting to sting. I had never felt so confused, so dependant on the decision of someone else. Since when did someone else control my life?

"There's one more thing. He told me to tell you, he promises that he is coming back to you." toms eyes told me he knew everything. He pulled me into a hug as I tried to process everything that was happening in my world. One sentence tying everything together;

He promises he's coming back to you.

So what's this trip? And where's Harry gone? What is going on in his head right now? Questions questions ;) I promise not to leave you waiting for long! Please R+R xx