The Night I Met Harry

Harry:
“Wake up.”

I felt his lips against the skin of my neck, before rubbing my face to his for a reaction. His scent gracefully overwhelmed me, his skin quite smooth for his masculine build. My eyes were still closed as I let my senses evaluate him.

Winter:
“I’m up Harry.”

I mumbled in attempt to regain unconsciousness. He pressed his lips to mine as his fingers began tickling my side. I squirmed under his touch, my laughter filling the once quiet room as my eyes snapped open.

Winter:
“Okay, okay. Alright.”

He obviously found it amusing. I loved being close to him, and spending time with him was something I’d been making a priority lately. I sat up as he lay back into the pillows.

Harry:
“Waking you up is like pulling teeth.”

I was partially offended. I folded my arms to show my disapproval as he smiled at me, showing off his amazing dimples in the process.

Winter:
“Nice.”

I mopped my hair back from my face as my phone began to ring on the nightstand table. I looked at Harry as he looked away, before reaching to see who it was. His eyes focused, eyebrows knitting together before leveling out.

Harry:
“It’s Caitlin.”

I thought about letting it ring but I considered how good of a friend she’d been to me lately.

Winter:
“Yeah, I should probably get that. It won’t take long.”

He handed it to me quickly watching me closely as I answered.

Winter:
“Hey.”

It wasn’t awkward with his eyes on me but I felt a difference in the air.

Caitlin:
“Winter. I’ve been calling you all day, I was wondering if you’d come out with me and the girls tonight. We know Scott and the guys are at Isaac’s all day today.”

Right now I just wanted to be with Harry. He’d been getting the majority of my free time lately yet I still felt bad about leaving him to go home. I watched him as he leaned back into the pillows, eyeing me patiently.

Winter:
“Umm…”

I was planning a rejection when she cut me off.

Caitlin:
“Jessica wants to go to the club again tonight. Have a few drinks, you know. Last time we hadn’t had that much time with you…”

I was surprised she’d pointed that out; suddenly grateful I decided not to put her on speaker. Maybe this was what I needed to kind of clear my head of everything if only for a little while. I bit my lip, deciphering my thoughts.

Winter:
“Hold on.”

I muted the phone looking over at Harry in issue.

Winter:
“Are you working tonight?”

He looked surprised at the question.

Harry:
“Nope.”

I felt internally excited, as I took removed the phone from mute.

Winter:
“Cate, I’m with Harry.”

His features told me he’d been surprised at my mention of his name, and I assumed he’d thought that he and I were the only ones that knew about us.
Caitlin:
“Oh…okay. You’ll be making this up to me tomorrow. Scott and the guys think you’re going out with us so don’t worry, okay.”

The last time I’d gone out with them things got pretty uncanny. I was shocked at how okay she was with everything, so much that she’d been helping me go along with it.

Winter:
“Sounds good. I’ll call later on tomorrow…”

Caitlin:
“You'd better.”

End call.

Apparently he’d been listening to everything, his expression blank as he spoke.

Harry:
“What was that?”

He definitely didn’t mind prying now that he knew our feelings were mutual for each other and I honestly found it kind of cute.

Winter:
“Nothing, she wanted to hang out tonight. I told her tomorrow I’m all hers."

I tried reading him unsuccessfully, his eyes unfocused to random objects around the room.

Winter:
“You okay?”

I climbed closer to him. Intertwining his fingers with mine as I watched him.

Harry:
“Yeah, it’s nothing. It just kind of surprised me when you mentioned me to her.”

He spoke in awe. His cheeks were becoming a hint rosier.



I traced the abs of his stomach as I lie in his arms. His fingers ran through my scalp as he began again.

Harry:
“I have to tell you something.”

I never liked the sound of that regardless of the lips it’d escaped from. I hadn’t replied in hopes that he would elaborate. He took a deep breath before his confession.

Harry:
“The girl that was here before… We’ve kind of been on and off since I broke up with her."

There wasn’t much to say in response. My mind pondered his reasoning for telling me now. I wasn’t upset; I just hadn’t been prepared for the conversation. He grabbed my hands in his effort to comfort me.

Winter:
“So you’ve been with her this entire time?”

His glassy orbs left mine as he searched for the words.

Harry:
“No. Before, it was just… sex. But I swear nothing has been going on since I met you.”

My brain was cloudy. I felt a darkness in my chest. He came closer rubbing his thumb to the outline of my jaw. I hated to think of him with her and I knew my feelings were being exhibited on my face.

Winter:
“...And the other day?”

I didn’t meet his eye contact, the conversation making it increasingly difficult. His hands were warm on my thigh now, caressing gently. He liked to touch. I now understood how he felt about my confession of Scott and I.

Harry:
“I told you she wanted to talk… You trust me right?”

My emotions were mixed, keeping me from answering his questions. I looked away in an attempt to regain a stable mental state. My hands pushed up on the sheets as I sat up from the pillows. I felt awful… I could never share him the way he’d been doing with me.

Harry:
“Hey…You know I love you. It’s only you.”

His words warmed my heart, the soreness now fading away. He encouraged my chin up, kissing my lips cautiously to his. I experienced the pleasuring sensation of him. I hadn’t known how it happened or how I got to this place but I loved him too much to lose him. He fingered through my hair calmingly as I loosened back up to him.

Harry:
“I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

I still hadn’t said anything, but he’d been reading me perfectly so far. His curls were messy over his head and he swept them around and out of the way.

Harry:
“Come on, I made you spaghetti.”

I managed to muster a smile at his playfulness, he was mine. My Harry.
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He’d sat me up on the counter again, as he rested in the space between my legs. This time I wore a pair of his boxers and a large hoodie over my underclothes.

Winter:
“I love this.”

I chewed as he pushed his lips out in motion for me to kiss him. I leaned into it as his hands roamed the length of my body. He looked up at me as I adored my view of him. The thought of going home to him now formed a headache between my eyes.

Harry:
“Thanks… You’re the first female other than my mom that I’ve cooked for.”

My thumbs rubbed the knuckles of his hands. It was so sweet and I felt like I really meant a lot to him. I wanted him to know that he was more than what our situation made him.

Winter:
“Where’s your mom, Harry?”

Our eye contact was lost as he gathered his thoughts. I continued my motions, connecting our fingers.

Harry:
“She's around..."

I bet he looked just like her. He had to get his adorable features from a women, his curls I guessed were probably from his dad.
He twirled the noodles around on the fork before blowing slightly and offering to my lips. I smiled as I opened obediently taking it pass my teeth. I chewed as I watched him do the same for himself.

Winter:
“Harry…”

He gripped the sides of my hips gently as I said his name, showing me he’d been listening. I took a deep breath, balancing my thoughts before I decided to let him in on what I’d been thinking.

Winter:
“Do you think I’m a bad person?”

I looked down, confidence subsiding. The words came from a place of honesty. I was admitting to him something I never had to myself. My hand took his urgently as I continued.

Winter:
“I’ve never cheated on anyone before…”

I could tell my words clung to him, I notice he’d released me from his touch. He mopped his curls around nervously before brushing them upwardly from his face.

Harry:
“You’re not a bad person…”

I watched him attentively.

Harry:
“If anyone’s a bad person Winter, it’s me so don’t talk like that okay.”

I hadn’t understood what he’d meant, but he was defensive at my words. Harry was anything but a dire person, everything about him was angelic through my eyes.

Harry:
“You told me about him, but I didn’t listen… To be honest I was already kind of sprung over you.”

He smiled shyly as I pulled him into a warming hug, my head now resting on his shoulder.

Harry:
“You’re not a bad person, you’re amazing.”

The hug grew tighter. I bathed in his scent, his curls tickled the lining of my neck. He always had a way of making it better… and then I knew…

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