Loving You
Prayer
"Hey, Anne. How's Devon?" I spoke through the phone.
"He's good, honey. How are you? Are you feeling better?" She sounded concerned.
"Not much. Still pretty weak. But more about Devon. Is he okay? Has he asked about me?" My voice wavered.
"He's had two fits for his mum, but other than that he's been fine. Don't worry child. He'll be fine here until you're better."
"Thank you so much, Anne. I can't express how much I appreciate you." I sighed.
Anne was quiet for a moment. "Have you and Harry talked?" Her voice was small and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears.
"No, we haven't really. I just woke up and the first thing, I called you. I don't know where he is." I sat up in bed.
"Please try, Leah. I know how you both are. You're stubborn and he, well he's Harry. I don't want this to hurt your relationship." I could tell she was crying, even though she was trying to hide it.
"It's already hurt our relationship. But I'll try my best to fix things, for Devon." I spoke, removing the comforter from my body. "I'll call later. Bye." We hung up and I went into the bathroom. I looked like utter hell. My hair was sticking out everywhere and I had on leftover makeup from apparently four days ago. I stepped into the shower, hoping it would make me feel better.
Once I finished with my shower, I brushed my teeth and combed my wet hair. I carefully made my way down the stairs. I was feeling weak and didn't want to have a repeat of last night. I went into the kitchen and saw Harry out on the patio. He was facing away from me, so I poured a glass of orange juice and sat at the table to think.
Just let him explain himself. You need to know his side of the story.
The back door opened and he walked in. "Oh, hey. I didn't know you were up." He placed his mug of tea in the sink and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Do you need anything?"
"I need you to tell me your side of the story." I gritted my teeth, not really wanting to do this now, or ever.
"Leah, you're still really weak and I don't want you to get sick again. We can talk about this later." He spoke softly as if he didn't want to upset me.
"Harry, not knowing the whole story is what's killing me. I need to know." My voice raised, but I didn't care. He had to tell me.
"Le, please. Rest up and we'll try to do this tomorrow. If you keep straining yourself, you'll never get better." He turned and walked into the living room. He was right and I hated it. If I tried to hear his story now, I'd get all worked up and I may faint again.
"Here." I looked up to see Harry placing a fresh box of a dozen donuts in front of me. "If you need anything, I'll be hanging around here." He looked so defeated - like he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Part of me wanted to cuddle him, but the other part wanted to blame him - after all this whole thing was because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Ugh. It made me mad all over again, but the sweet, sticky donut eased my anger. I ate four right there at the table. I didn't realize how hungry I'd been.
I pulled another one out of the box and went into the living room to find Harry watching TV. I sat on the opposite side of the couch and turned my attention towards the TV. He kept stealing glances at me, which made me feel awkward. I hated shit like this. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't I be in his arms, snuggling while we watch TV? I pulled my legs up onto the couch to snuggle with myself. We stayed just like that for hours, avoiding one another and watching TV. It made my heart hurt worse than it did and I silently prayed that this would all work out and we could go back to normal.
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(Harry's POV)
I could barely keep my eyes off of her. She was freshly showered with no make up and wet hair, but she was still the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid eyes on. The TV was no match at holding my attention.
I hated myself. I'd caused this mess, and now that I was trying to fix it, I'd only seemed to make it worse. If I'd lost her a few days ago, I don't know what I would have done. I had pushed her to her limits and now she sat on the opposite side of the couch, unhealthy and snuggling with herself. I wanted to desperately to pull her in and kiss her - to tell her that everything would be alright. But I couldn't.
I'd never been much of a religious man. I'd always believed in God, and had respect for him, but I'd never really gone to church, or prayed much. But the past three weeks I'd prayed nonstop. I prayed that Caroline would leave us alone, that the child wouldn't be mine, that this all was a bad dream. And now I prayed that Leah would be healed physically and emotionally and that she wouldn't leave me at the end of all of this. I continued to stare blankly at the TV and pray for hope and healing - for my wife to love and trust me again. I desperately tried to feel that God was there listening, but as I sat there I began to feel more and more hopeless. Leah wouldn't even look in my direction. I spoke another quick prayer, wondering if I was just talking to myself, or if something or someone was actually listening.
"He's good, honey. How are you? Are you feeling better?" She sounded concerned.
"Not much. Still pretty weak. But more about Devon. Is he okay? Has he asked about me?" My voice wavered.
"He's had two fits for his mum, but other than that he's been fine. Don't worry child. He'll be fine here until you're better."
"Thank you so much, Anne. I can't express how much I appreciate you." I sighed.
Anne was quiet for a moment. "Have you and Harry talked?" Her voice was small and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears.
"No, we haven't really. I just woke up and the first thing, I called you. I don't know where he is." I sat up in bed.
"Please try, Leah. I know how you both are. You're stubborn and he, well he's Harry. I don't want this to hurt your relationship." I could tell she was crying, even though she was trying to hide it.
"It's already hurt our relationship. But I'll try my best to fix things, for Devon." I spoke, removing the comforter from my body. "I'll call later. Bye." We hung up and I went into the bathroom. I looked like utter hell. My hair was sticking out everywhere and I had on leftover makeup from apparently four days ago. I stepped into the shower, hoping it would make me feel better.
Once I finished with my shower, I brushed my teeth and combed my wet hair. I carefully made my way down the stairs. I was feeling weak and didn't want to have a repeat of last night. I went into the kitchen and saw Harry out on the patio. He was facing away from me, so I poured a glass of orange juice and sat at the table to think.
Just let him explain himself. You need to know his side of the story.
The back door opened and he walked in. "Oh, hey. I didn't know you were up." He placed his mug of tea in the sink and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Do you need anything?"
"I need you to tell me your side of the story." I gritted my teeth, not really wanting to do this now, or ever.
"Leah, you're still really weak and I don't want you to get sick again. We can talk about this later." He spoke softly as if he didn't want to upset me.
"Harry, not knowing the whole story is what's killing me. I need to know." My voice raised, but I didn't care. He had to tell me.
"Le, please. Rest up and we'll try to do this tomorrow. If you keep straining yourself, you'll never get better." He turned and walked into the living room. He was right and I hated it. If I tried to hear his story now, I'd get all worked up and I may faint again.
"Here." I looked up to see Harry placing a fresh box of a dozen donuts in front of me. "If you need anything, I'll be hanging around here." He looked so defeated - like he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Part of me wanted to cuddle him, but the other part wanted to blame him - after all this whole thing was because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Ugh. It made me mad all over again, but the sweet, sticky donut eased my anger. I ate four right there at the table. I didn't realize how hungry I'd been.
I pulled another one out of the box and went into the living room to find Harry watching TV. I sat on the opposite side of the couch and turned my attention towards the TV. He kept stealing glances at me, which made me feel awkward. I hated shit like this. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't I be in his arms, snuggling while we watch TV? I pulled my legs up onto the couch to snuggle with myself. We stayed just like that for hours, avoiding one another and watching TV. It made my heart hurt worse than it did and I silently prayed that this would all work out and we could go back to normal.
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(Harry's POV)
I could barely keep my eyes off of her. She was freshly showered with no make up and wet hair, but she was still the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid eyes on. The TV was no match at holding my attention.
I hated myself. I'd caused this mess, and now that I was trying to fix it, I'd only seemed to make it worse. If I'd lost her a few days ago, I don't know what I would have done. I had pushed her to her limits and now she sat on the opposite side of the couch, unhealthy and snuggling with herself. I wanted to desperately to pull her in and kiss her - to tell her that everything would be alright. But I couldn't.
I'd never been much of a religious man. I'd always believed in God, and had respect for him, but I'd never really gone to church, or prayed much. But the past three weeks I'd prayed nonstop. I prayed that Caroline would leave us alone, that the child wouldn't be mine, that this all was a bad dream. And now I prayed that Leah would be healed physically and emotionally and that she wouldn't leave me at the end of all of this. I continued to stare blankly at the TV and pray for hope and healing - for my wife to love and trust me again. I desperately tried to feel that God was there listening, but as I sat there I began to feel more and more hopeless. Leah wouldn't even look in my direction. I spoke another quick prayer, wondering if I was just talking to myself, or if something or someone was actually listening.
This made me happy, then sad, then happy all over again!!! I was devastated with Leah when she learned about him having another child, especially when it was a girl. Then I was absolutely ecstatic when Raya became apart of their family!! Although, my favorite One Direction child has to be Sophia!! She has just as much sass as Louis and it made me smile like an idiot!! Although I know the odds are against it, I'm still holding out for the third story!!!
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