Harry's large hand slides under my back, lifting my body with his and moving both of us up the bed. I feel like I'm clinging to him for dear life right now, but it doesn't matter. Nothing else matters. Kissing Harry makes the entire world melt away, leaving only us. Only him.

He sits up on my waist and removes his shirt, the tattoos and incredible body I remember from before even more attractive than I recall. His lips dip to my neck, my eyes instantly closing while my hands slide up and down his back. When his hands slide under my shirt I push him away so I can take it off completely. His lips once again find mine and I can't help the quiet moan that leaves my mouth and flows into his. He wraps an arm around my back, holding me tight to his chest.

When his hands find the top of my jeans suddenly my inner voice pops up. Do I want this? Hell, yeah I do. Is it a good idea? I'm not sure. It would be amazing, but we didn't work anything out. We didn't decide what we're going to do, if we're even going to get back together. Suddenly all the time we spent fighting flashes through my mind and in an instant everything seems so real.

"Harry," I say between kisses. His lips move down my jaw, my eyes fluttering closed and trying to fight the sensible part of my brain. "Harry, stop."

He sighs against my neck and his face hovers over mine, eyes wild and hair messy. His lips are swollen and his cheeks are red, I'm sure mine are too. I get lost in his bright green eyes for a moment before I remember what I wanted to say.

"Is this a good idea?" I ask breathlessly, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. He looks between my eyes for a moment.

"I don't...it feels like a good idea," he says slyly. I can't help but laugh. It always feels like an amazing idea.

"We didn't really talk about anything," I remind him.

"You want to do that right now?"

"Well...don't you think we should?" He looks away from me and I brush my fingertips across his jawline. "We don't even know if we're getting back together."

He laughs a little and sits back on my waist, hands resting on his knees. "That wasn't the idea right now?"

"Well...no, not really."

"So you were going to sleep with me without any intention of actually taking this any further than that?" he asks, his voice sounding wounded.

"I kissed you Harry, I didn't ask you to take me into your bedroom," I bite back. He lets out a frustrated scoff and both his hands brush through his hair.

"Of course," he says sarcastically. "I say I love you and you kiss me in response. What was I thinking."

He gets off of me, walking out of the room without getting his shirt from the floor. Great. I guess I did initiate this...maybe it was the idea at first, but I just got caught up in the moment. I quickly get up and pull my t-shirt over my head, following him out into the living room. He's pacing, one hand on a hip and the other running through his mess of curly hair.

"Harry," I call, walking towards him. He doesn't respond. "Harry, stop."

He whips around when I touch his arm. He's angrier than I expected him to be.

"Don't," he says lowly. "Just don't, Savannah."

"Why are you so angry with me?"

"I don't know!" He stops pacing and just stares at me. I feel defeated for some reason. He looks....hurt.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, so I walk towards him. "I don't know...this is hard for me, Harry. I don't know what we're supposed to do here, this feels even more complicated than the last time."

"It's not," he says tiredly. "It doesn't have to be. I don't see reasons for us not to be together, Savannah."

"Sophie," I say immediately.

"Sophie is the exact reason why we should be together," he says, his look softening finally.

"What?"

"Being a family, that's what we all want here. That's what would be good for Sophie, not us pushing each other away even more than we already have."

I just stare at him. Everything he says seems to make complete sense. For some reason I can't agree with him completely. I don't know what's holding me back, but I can't let myself do this again for some reason.

"Savannah, please talk to me," he says. "Tell me what's holding you back."

"I don't know," I whisper.

"You need to figure it out," he says. "Because I know what I want. I want you and I want Sophie and I want all of us together."

Tears well up in my eyes. I'm not sure what my problem is, but Harry speaking to me like this makes my knees weak and make me think that there isn't anything to stop us anymore. He steps forward and slowly brings his hands to either side of my face. His eyes close when our foreheads press together.

"I know you're scared that it'll turn out the same as last time," he says lowly. "But if you're mine again I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that it stays that way."

I rest my hands on his chest and feel a tear roll down my cheek. I hate crying so much. But this is what Harry does to me. He makes me feel everything times ten. And right now I want so badly to just lay with him, just be close with him. I miss him even though I see him so much. I miss being close to him like this. I love him so much.

"I can't...I need time," I say finally. "I need to think about this."

Harry sighs and nods his head slightly. "I understand."

"Maybe...maybe we can see how it goes."

"What do you mean?" He brings his face away from mine so we can look at each other.

"I don't know," I mumble, suddenly embarrassed and self-conscious about what I was going to suggest.

"Tell me," he requests gently.

"We could...we could sort of act like a couple," I explain. "Sort of like a test-run. To see if it could work."

He smiles slightly and leans forward to kiss my forehead. "I guess that would be alright."

I don't want to dangle a relationship in front of his face only to take it away again, but this is the only way I think we'll be able to take it slow. We can't just jump full force back into the way we were when we broke up. I think that would be too much for all of us and it'd be too much change for Sophie. It would also be a lot of pressure on Harry and I, and we don't know how any of this is going to work so to add the stress of living together and being a full family would be too much for us.

"We need to go slow," I breathe, wrapping my arms around him. His lips remain against my forehead as he nods.

"Okay."

"Really slow."

"Okay."

"Okay." He chuckles and I look up at him.

"Let's not tell my mum though, okay?"

I nod. "That makes sense. Mine, either. They'll just get too excited."

"Yeah, they tend to do that." He smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear, goosebumps raising on the back of my neck. "So does slow mean we'll be sleeping in separate bedrooms tonight?"

"Yes," I laugh.

"Sophie is in your bed, though."

"There's still another unoccupied one," I remind him. He smiles and shrugs.

"My bed is probably better," he says cheekily. I just laugh and pull away from him. "I'm just saying, you want to get a good sleep, don't you?"

"You're trouble," I call, walking down the hall to my room. I open the door as quietly as possible to check on Sophie, who is still sound asleep.

I shut the door again and head back to the main area where Harry is sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand. His arm is spread across the back of the couch, so I sit under it and pull his hand down so it's around my shoulders. He kisses the side of my head and picks an old rerun of Modern Family.

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The unpleasant brightness in my eyes is startling when I wake up. I quickly turn my face into my pillow to shield my eyes, turning my body the opposite way so I won't have to look at the sun anymore. After a moment I open my eyes, surprised to find I'm not alone.

"Morning," Harry rasps. He's laying on his stomach, both arms under his pillow with his face half hidden.

"Harry, what did I say about sleeping in the same bed?" I scold. It doesn't hold any meaning with the smile on my face, though.

"What? You were asleep already and I couldn't find the other bedroom, so I just brought you in here."

"Sure."

"Okay, my mother was coming in and I didn't want her to see us and it was all so crazy so I freaked out and brought you in here."

"These are horrible excuses," I laugh. He rolls his eyes and I lift my head when I remember we have a daughter to be worried about. "Where is Sophie?"

"My mum took her to that bakery down the street," he says. He rolls onto his back and stretches his arms out. At first I'm impressed with his new form, but then something catches my attention that almost makes my eyes pop out of my head.

"What the hell is that?" I ask, running my fingers over a the yellow marks of a fading bruise on the side of his ribs. He looks down at it.

"Umm..that would be a bruise."

"Don't be smart, Harry. How did you get a bruise?" It's about the size of my palm and when it was purple it must have been horrible.

"I got it at the gym," he says, taking my hand away from it and turning onto his side. It takes the bruise out of my vision and I look up at his face as he laces our fingers together between us. "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"Why do you keep getting bruises like that?"

"Savannah, it's fine. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal if someone is hurting you!"

"Relax. No one is hurting me. Like I said, I can take care of myself."

I'm about to argue again but he gets out of bed before I can. I know when Harry is trying to cut a conversation short, and this is definitely one of those times. I just have no idea why this time. Something tells me not to push this, though, and for once I decide to leave it. For now.

When Sophie and Anne come back from the bakery they've got more pastries than we could eat in a week. Sophie is hyper as I figured she would be with all that sugar in her system, but I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now and I couldn't be irritated even if I wanted to. Everything seems to be falling into place for once. My life is no longer the crazy mess it once was.

"I should probably actually go to work today," I sigh. Harry laughs a little.

"I can bring Sophie to daycare," he says. I nod but Anne pipes in.

"Don't be silly, I'll watch her," she says. "We'll play here and maybe go to the park later."

"You don't have to do that, Anne."

"Don't be ridiculous, seeing her is the reason I came in the first place."

"Thanks," Harry says. Anne waves a hand at him and he shakes his head.

"That would be nice, right Soph?" I ask. She looks up from her toys with innocent eyes. "You want to spend the day with Nan?"

"Yeah," she says, giggling adorably. She goes back to playing and when I turn around again Harry is staring at me. The adorable smirk on his face makes my heart flutter.

Notes

so i feel like that was really short and im sorry!!! but im going away for the weekend so i wont be able to update so i just wanted to get this up for you guys :)

wiill harry and savannah make it work this time!?!??
whats with the bruises?

let me know what you think pleeease :)