A/N: So, let's pick up from where we left off, shall we? I really feel like I've abandoned you, I'm so sorry! I want to thank the few of you who left me a review for the last chapter, and I'm sorry for the delay. Exams got in my way, and I had a week of writer's block after that. I hope you will like this chapter!

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Six roses.

The day before.

She'd called back. He couldn't believe it. She'd called back and she didn't hate him. And she wanted to see him. He probably sat still on his couch for fifteen minutes after he hang up the phone. He sighed, and the sigh made him feel all shaky inside. Usually he'd have kicked himself for feeling so emotional, and would've said something like "You're too old to feel like this, Pearce." But if he was entirely honest with himself, he knew that Ruth, the sight of Ruth, the smell of Ruth, the thought of Ruth had always moved him. And deep down he loved it, just as much as he loved her. Or maybe it was because he had always loved her, even when he didn't want to admit that he did, that she made him feel this way.

He was more than relieved to learn that his behaviour hadn't angered her too much. And that his messages didn't make her want to run away. Christ', he thought, 'eight messages. What were you thinking, Pearce?' Still, she didn't sound angry. That was a good thing, at least. But she sounded sad. And it was his fault. She could never know how guilty he felt. To make her happy again was all he wanted. He would do anything to achieve that. To put a real smile on her face again. His beautiful Ruth. He just hoped she would give him the chance to.

She'd chosen the place where they would meet; he had to choose the restaurant. It didn't take him too long; he still had in mind the name of a place he thought Ruth would like. He was confident they would have free tables for the next evening and indeed they did. So all he had to do was wait.

The next morning was a torture for Harry. He woke up very early but had almost nothing to do, and he didn't want to spend the entire day wandering around in the streets of London. Still, he had some shopping to do in the afternoon. The time of the rendezvous was approaching so he left his house, with a nice suit on, and got in his car. He was perfectly aware of the two spooks, probably sent there by the Home Office, or his superiors at Five, that were following him; but he didn't have anything to hide, so he decided not to try and lose them.

He didn't want to meet her with nothing to give her, and he chose flowers. Besides, he had a feeling that Ruth would love flowers. But he must have looked a little lost, looking around for ten minutes in the little flower shop he picked on his way, for the young seller came to him and kindly asked him if he wanted some advice on what to buy. He had trouble answering her questions. To him, Ruth was a sophisticated lady, but that wasn't of any help when it came to guess what kind of flowers she would like. He didn't want to bring her cheap flowers, but he thought an over-the-top bouquet wouldn't suit her either. The young shop girl finally suggested roses. As she said, 'roses could be enjoyed by anyone in any occasion'. He just hoped Ruth didn't hate them, as some people did. The girl seemed to feel sorry for him, and was trying to be reassuring. He then wondered exactly how nervous he must look like.

And two hours later, it was time. He walked for a while before he got there. At first he had trouble understanding why she chose this particular place, but then he remembered. The Embankment. They had been there more than once but he had a feeling they were both thinking about this particular time, after the Professor's daughter had been killed. 'Sometimes you have to give a man a chance Ruth, to show you who he really is', he'd said. He could see in her eyes that she was hurt, angry, sad. And lost too. Oh, how they had been lost lately. He had hoped she would follow him that day, but she didn't. Something was always stopping one of them. Still, it didn't matter anymore. They had another chance, and this time he would make things right. He had to; otherwise he would never forgive himself.

He had been walking for ten minutes or so without realising how far he had gone. Lost in his thoughts, he only came back to reality when he saw her. Ruth. Standing there, surrounded by strangers, but he would not have mistaken her for anyone; never. He probably stopped breathing for a moment or two. How could she be so beautiful? But she was Ruth, she just was. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Now all he had to do was try and fix her broken heart.

She looked lost, looking around too. Looking for him. He didn't want to keep her waiting any longer so he started walking faster and faster towards her. He didn't stop until he was behind her. She had turned around and couldn't see him. As gently as he could, not wanting to scare her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around instantly, her beautiful eyes meeting his. He couldn't help but smile, a smile of relief, and what seemed to be a glimpse of happiness as well, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

'Hello, Ruth', he said.

Harry gave Ruth six roses that evening. He actually had bought seven, but as he was walking faster than he should have in his eagerness to meet her, one of them fell. It was picked up by a little girl in a pink dress, walking next to her mother; a small surprise that brightened her own evening as she played with it on her way home. Harry and Ruth didn't need it, they were content as they were, heading for the restaurant he had chosen. But Ruth had no idea Harry had another gift carefully hidden in his pocket.

Hope you enjoyed Harry's POV, I thought we needed to see his side of the story. Now, what is he planning to give Ruth? :)

More soon, I'm on holidays now, I'll definitely have the time to write!

Fluff next time, I'm in the mood for that! xx