Unfinished Memories [STARTED]

DEDICATE

PIPER’S P.O.V.

“Can we stay here forever?” Harry mumbles into my shoulder, his voice groggy with sleep.

“Well, I would say yes, but I don’t think you want me delivering our child here,” I tease, turning to face him under the sheets. He breathes in deeply and pulls me close; I can feel every inch of his bare skin against mine, which is comforting and familiar.

Harry reaches between us and rubs my belly with his hand absently, “I can’t wait, Piper.”

I smile and hum in agreement, “We need to see a doctor this week.”

He nods and kisses my neck, “We will. Let me know where you want to go, and I can make an appointment.”

I giggle and run my fingers through his messy hair, “I’m perfectly capable of making an appointment, Harry.”

“I know,” he defends, “I just want to be involved. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything, yeah?”

His words hit me, especially joined with his expression, “I’m only half-broken, sweetie. I have to help you fix me. It’s too much responsibility for one man.”

He grins solemnly at that, “I can try.”

“You’ll only break yourself in the process,” I gently touch his cheek, our eyes glued to each other.

“It’s worth the risk,” he retorts, immediately shaking his head, “No, I won’t push anything, and I want you to recover in your own way; I just- you have to know that I’m here for you.”

I wonder how in the world he thinks I don’t know that. “Update,” I smirk, “Sure, I miss my brother every day, but I also have the most amazing man in the world looking after me, and I could never forget that.”

Harry smiles fondly, rolling over so that he’s hovering over me, “I love you,” he kisses me, and then kisses me again. My arms find their way to his neck, and I pull his lips closer to mine so that they are melded together, our breathing faltered by the lack of space. He leans onto one hand as the other trails down my body, stopping to savor every curve and piece of available skin.

“Is there anything else,” he whispers against my lips as his fingers slide against my wet core, “that you’d like to add to that update?”

I nod, gasping with desire, “Yeah, I’d also like you to fuck me before everyone else wakes up.”

Harry chuckles and removes his hand, grinding against me instead, “I can do that.”

I pull him down to kiss me again and feel my way down his toned stomach, gripping his cock in my hand once I find it, “Now, please. I don’t want to wait.”

I pull him closer and he nods as I jerk him to full hardness. He’s moaning softly into my mouth as I guide him to my entrance, panting and arching my back in desperation.

“C’mon, Harry. Don’t tease; You know how I’ve been lately,” I hiccup, choking back tears of uncontrollable want.

I open my mouth to say something else, but that’s when Harry pushes in, roughly and all at once. A grunt leaves my throat as he pauses deep inside me, kissing my mouth between gasps.

Harry shushes me the whole time, sealing our lips together with hopes of not waking anyone. It doesn’t work entirely, though, because he has a hard enough time being quiet himself and when he grips the headboard for better leverage, it ends up making the bed creak quite a bit.

“God, Harry-“ I swallow, feeling my thighs quiver as I watch Harry’s lips do the same, “Harder, please.”

He bites down on his bottom lip and gives me everything he has, surging his hips forward in a rhythm that neither of us could stop if we tried. Suddenly with a low groan, his hips stutter and I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him in deep as he comes. In no time at all, surely not long enough for him to have recovered from his orgasm, he’s pulling out and lifting me into his arms, carrying me into the bathroom.

After setting my down inside the large shower, his lips are on mine once again as he forces one hand between my legs. His come drips out of me steadily as my legs spread, the trickling noise echoing softly throughout the bathroom. I breathe heavily as Harry slips two fingers inside of me, come dripping down his hand as his thumb rubs over my clit, massaging slowly, but forcefully.

“C’mon, Piper,” he groans into my mouth, his voice absolutely wrecked from just waking up, and from having just came so hard, “Come for me, baby.”

The combination of his skin on mine, his come steadily leaving my body, and his breath against my lips is what does it for me. My senses are just overwhelmed and I physically can’t hold back any longer. My body convulses with my orgasm, Harry’s strong arm around my waist being the only thing holding me up as my legs give way. I slump forward, my forehead resting on his shoulder as I try to breathe. His lips are on my neck, mouthing at my damp skin absently and languidly.

“I love you,” he huffs, pressing his body against mine trapping me against the wall.

“I love you, Harry,” I smile in a daze, “So much.”

We kiss for a few moments before Harry reaches over and turns the water on while I’m not looking. I squeal as the cool water splashes onto our heads, and Harry laughs heartily.

“Way to ruin the mood,” I slap his arm playfully, gripping onto it soon afterward, still having a hard time steadying myself.

“The look on your face,” he continues to laugh, “It was priceless.”

I scowl, trying to hide the glint of a smile in my eyes, “You owe me for that one.”

He smirks, the dimple in his cheek becoming prominent as he winks, “Anything you want.”

....

After our shower, Harry decides to check on Andy before meeting me downstairs. When I enter the kitchen, Anne and Karen are already there. Anne is frying eggs while Karen sits at the bar with a mug of coffee in front of her.

“Well, good morning, honey,” Anne smiles kindly at me before turning her attention back to the stove.

“Morning, you two are up early,” I grin awkwardly, making my way to the electric teapot that has already been heated.

Karen hums as I reach for a mug, “Yeah, you guys too. I can’t imagine having enough energy in the morning for that.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Karen is trying to poke fun at my relationship, but that ship has sailed. To say that, though, in front of Harry’s mother is still irritating.

“Well then,” I sigh. That’s all I can think to say. It’s weird to ignore it, but it’s even more weird to really say something. I pour the hot water over the only caffeine-free tea bag I could find in Harry’s cupboard. We need to go shopping.

Karen doesn’t exactly let up, though, “You’d think that night time would be a better time for that; since there’s a toddler in the house and all.”

My eyebrows furrow and I blow on the scalding tea, “I’m sorry if-“

“It’s whatever,” Karen interrupts me and rolls her eyes as Gemma stomps down the stairs.

“I hate that boy!” she growls, Harry following behind with Andy on his hip, both of them laughing deviously.

Anne turns around again, apparently oblivious of the uncomfortable conversation that had just abruptly ended, “Harry, are you already torturing your sister? You haven’t even been here an entire day.”

There’s a huge grin on her face, and I can only imagine how happy she is to have her family together again. I can imagine how my mom would feel if Cory were suddenly back. Only that’s never expected... or possible.

“She can’t sleep with the whole house awake! She’d miss out on so much,” he ruffles here hair, “Besides, it was Andrea’s idea.”

He sets his daughter down and she runs to Gemma, hugging her thigh until she picks her up.

“You can’t be mad at Andy, Gem,” Harry smirks as he approaches me, snaking his arm around my waist.

Gemma chuckles tiredly and hugs Andy close, “Oh alright, but there will be consequences!”

She starts to tickle the toddler and Andy screams at the top of her lungs, “No! No ‘kickles’ Auntie Gem.”

Her laughter continues as Gemma carries her to the living room, “No! Daddy! Save me!”

Harry pecks my cheek and smiles, obviously happy to be home, “I’m coming, munchkin!”

I swoon as he saunters off to the couch, teasingly wrestling his sister for his daughter. I’ll admit that it’s lovely to watch.

“Piper,” Anne grins, waving me closer to her.

I comply, standing next to her at the stove. I notice the bread in front of the toaster and decide to start toasting it.

“How are you, love?” she asks, probably in a more serious tone than she intended.

“I’m- I’m okay, I guess,” I answer honestly. I meant it when I told Harry that he can’t be the only person helping me. His mom is now one of the few people I know in the country, so who better to talk to when I need some comfort?

“Well, okay is better than not okay at this point. It’s okay to not be okay, sweetie. You know that right?” She holds the spatula over the pan and watches my face as I react. She’s right, I know, but I really was being honest. I am okay.

“Yeah, I know. And I know there will be times that I’m not okay, but for now I am. Thank you for understanding,” I take two freshly toasted pieces of bread out and replace them with fresh bread.

“Of course, Piper. You’re family, darling, and I know that when Harry is gone, I expect another parent to be there for him since I can’t. Your mom actually talked to me about it after you announced that you were coming here. She asked me to keep an eye on you, and now especially- with Cory’s passing away, it’s even more important. I’m taking her request very seriously. You can call me anytime you’d like. I have faith in Harry, but if you ever need to get away, you call me and I’ll drive over and get you. He may be the love of your life, but he’s still a twenty year old boy, and he can be insufferable after a while. Just- My point is, don’t be shy.”

I blush and smile gladly, “Thank you, I’m sure it won’t be necessary, but it’s always nice to know I have an escape. Who knows how bitchy I’ll be during this pregnancy.”

Anne laughs loudly, “You know when I was pregnant with Gemma, I kicked their father out of the house for a week because he brought back the wrong ice cream.”

I join in her laughter, imagining the situation and sincerely hoping that I don’t get that moody. We prepare breakfast in silence for a while, exchanging a few words here and there while Karen looks at her phone, still drinking her coffee quietly. Suddenly she gets up and leaves the kitchen, and Anne scoots closer to me next to the counter.

“You know,” Anne speaks in a low voice when we’re alone, her kids and Andy still playing loudly in the living room, “You don’t have to let her get to you. She’s just jealous.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, pretty positive of what she means. I wasn’t aware that she had been listening, “Karen?”

“Yeah,” Anne nods, placing another piece of bacon on the burner, “You’ve got to keep standing your ground. You’re getting what she always wanted, and she’s probably a bit bitter.”

“Wow,” I stare at the bubbling bacon grease in realization, “I hadn’t thought about that. Do you think she still has feelings for Harry?”

Anne shrugs and continues cooking, “It’s possible, but that doesn’t matter, yeah? He’s only got eyes for you, and he wants a family with you. She never got that. She couldn’t be happy about her pregnancy and enjoy the little things that you will.”

She must notice my frown, because she pats my shoulder and continues, “I don’t mean it in a bad way. I just want you to see where she’s coming from, but handle it in a way that she doesn’t put you down. She’ll be around- that’s inevitable, but try to take Andy out, and convince Harry to get a regular schedule set so that you guys have her on a regular basis... Alone.”

I nod in agreement. It’s a delicate situation, but Harry will definitely want to spend time with his daughter now that he’s back, and I want to as well, “I’ll talk to him about it. Thank you.”

She hums and takes the bacon off of the stove, placing it on a plate that is covered in paper towels, “Also, before they come in to eat, I wanted to talk to you about throwing Harry a birthday party. It’s next week, and I was considering getting his mates together for a surprise party.”

I grin and nod excitedly, “I think that’s a great idea. I haven’t met anyone except for the boys. Let’s have lunch together- just me and you, and we’ll plan it.”

Anne smiles before calling everyone to breakfast, “That sounds lovely, Piper. I know just the place.”

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