Blame it on the Alcohol
Part 6
-Harry’s POV-
I didn’t expect Shelly come crawling back to me, but her harsh words hurt. I mean, what I did was wrong and unbelievably fucked up, but I miss her. I sighed and sat back, resting my head on the cold tile wall that surrounded my tub. I could literally feel the hot water relieving all the stress I’ve had pent up over the past 9 months. It was like the temperature and steam was releasing all the shit I had to go through. I closed my eyes, Shelly’s beautiful pale face popping in my head. Even though I hadn’t seen her in 6 months, I could remember everything about her face perfectly. I pictured her crooked, half smile that hid her teeth but lit up her hazel eyes. I pictured her dazzling smile, with her perfect, pearly white teeth. I pictured her soft jawline and her triple pierced ears. I pictured her brows furrowing while she was thinking. I remembered her cute button nose and its hoop nose ring. I felt the tears fall from behind my eyelids and slide down my cheeks. I had fucked up a perfect relationship with a perfect girl over a stupid one night stand and a fake pregnancy. There was literally no way for me to take the whole situation and it depressed me. I just wanted to be back with Shelly, at my house, in my bed, me holding her while she slept. I wanted to be able to hear her laugh again. I wanted to stare into her eyes before kissing her softly. I wanted to be able to kiss her again. I missed her soft, thin, pink lips. I couldn’t take it. All the pain I had kept put away for 6 months welled up and exploded. I dropped my head into my hands and sobbed, my body shaking, my nose running, my wails resounding on the walls. I just wanted to be happy again…
I’m not sure how long I cried, but when the tears finally stopped, the bath water was ice cold and I was shivering. I pulled the drain plug and got out, my whole body tingly from falling asleep. I grabbed the towel next to the tub and wrapped in around my slender waist and stepped out of the tub. I stared at myself in the large mirror in front of the tub. My eyes were puffy and blood shot, my brown curls were messy, my cheeks shone with wet streaks where my tears traveled. I looked rough, ragged and worn. I sighed and shuffled slowly into my messy hotel room. I dropped my towel, pulled some boxers on and crawled into bed and cocooned myself in the fluffy comforter. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would visit me.
…
“When she was a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep, dreamed of para-para-paradise.” Shelly’s long forgotten ringtone brought me out of the depths of sleep. Was I dreaming? Was she really calling me? I reached blindly for my phone on the night stand, and brought it to my face. I pressed the answer button and pressed the receiver to my ear.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“Harry?” Shelly whispered over the line.
“Yes, love?” I winced. I couldn’t help calling her that. It was habit.
“I have to tell you something…”
“What is it?”
“I…I…I’m...” She took a breath. “I’m pregnant, Harry, and it’s yours.”
I didn’t expect Shelly come crawling back to me, but her harsh words hurt. I mean, what I did was wrong and unbelievably fucked up, but I miss her. I sighed and sat back, resting my head on the cold tile wall that surrounded my tub. I could literally feel the hot water relieving all the stress I’ve had pent up over the past 9 months. It was like the temperature and steam was releasing all the shit I had to go through. I closed my eyes, Shelly’s beautiful pale face popping in my head. Even though I hadn’t seen her in 6 months, I could remember everything about her face perfectly. I pictured her crooked, half smile that hid her teeth but lit up her hazel eyes. I pictured her dazzling smile, with her perfect, pearly white teeth. I pictured her soft jawline and her triple pierced ears. I pictured her brows furrowing while she was thinking. I remembered her cute button nose and its hoop nose ring. I felt the tears fall from behind my eyelids and slide down my cheeks. I had fucked up a perfect relationship with a perfect girl over a stupid one night stand and a fake pregnancy. There was literally no way for me to take the whole situation and it depressed me. I just wanted to be back with Shelly, at my house, in my bed, me holding her while she slept. I wanted to be able to hear her laugh again. I wanted to stare into her eyes before kissing her softly. I wanted to be able to kiss her again. I missed her soft, thin, pink lips. I couldn’t take it. All the pain I had kept put away for 6 months welled up and exploded. I dropped my head into my hands and sobbed, my body shaking, my nose running, my wails resounding on the walls. I just wanted to be happy again…
I’m not sure how long I cried, but when the tears finally stopped, the bath water was ice cold and I was shivering. I pulled the drain plug and got out, my whole body tingly from falling asleep. I grabbed the towel next to the tub and wrapped in around my slender waist and stepped out of the tub. I stared at myself in the large mirror in front of the tub. My eyes were puffy and blood shot, my brown curls were messy, my cheeks shone with wet streaks where my tears traveled. I looked rough, ragged and worn. I sighed and shuffled slowly into my messy hotel room. I dropped my towel, pulled some boxers on and crawled into bed and cocooned myself in the fluffy comforter. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would visit me.
…
“When she was a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep, dreamed of para-para-paradise.” Shelly’s long forgotten ringtone brought me out of the depths of sleep. Was I dreaming? Was she really calling me? I reached blindly for my phone on the night stand, and brought it to my face. I pressed the answer button and pressed the receiver to my ear.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“Harry?” Shelly whispered over the line.
“Yes, love?” I winced. I couldn’t help calling her that. It was habit.
“I have to tell you something…”
“What is it?”
“I…I…I’m...” She took a breath. “I’m pregnant, Harry, and it’s yours.”
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As soon as I have enough time to actually sit down and write. Maybe later this week :)
2/19/13