The Night I Met Harry
It's Over.
I was under a heap of the bed’s duvet but couldn’t seem to escape the cold. My phone lie there on the nightstand drained of battery for days, as I mentally compared it to my life. It had been a week now and I still hadn’t brought myself to getting out of the house. It was a hard enough task getting myself to exit the bed after everything. My legs had been folded into the flat of my chest as I lie on my side. It was only the first Tuesday of my vacation but I hadn’t been looking forward to the rest of it. The light from the blind crept through my bedroom window, clouding my mind of him. I closed my eyes as tears brimmed the surfaces of my eyes, rolling over to the pillow beneath my head. I wiped them quickly, turning over to face away from the window. It hurt more than I ever thought it would seeing our house only occupied by my things now. I didn’t know if I‘d been sore from him leaving or the person I’d become. I would never forgive myself for putting either one of them through this. My breath was uneven as I lie there, my eyebrows lined together as I heard the doorbell sound through the entire of the house. It was literally the third time today and I wondered which of my friends hadn’t been getting the memo. I peeled away from what concealed me, getting out of bed and starting toward the door. I stopped briefly debating whether or not to answer, choosing quickly to head in the direction of the bathroom.
I let my hair fall from the ponytail as I stepped into the steaming shower. I closed my eyes letting it take me as I remembered the last I’d been in this mental place. Somehow I thought telling him everything would make my head a bit lighter on my shoulders… I guess not. The patter against my skin failed to comfort me though it relieved my tension. I grabbed the soap and began washing up slowly.
My eyes met my fingers, which became slightly wrinkled from the longevity of my shower. My head was becoming foggy from the steam and the absence of my inhaler. I quickly shut off the water, stepping out and patting my hair of the water. I was clothed now, rubbing in the lotion as I began toward the bed. I became frightened by the sound of the doorbell in mid-step, anger growing in the pit of my stomach. I walked down, examining the downstairs for the first time in a few days, turning on the heat as I strolled toward the door. I pushed my hair back, looking through the peephole when I saw him. His swarm of curls adorned his head as always, and I felt my heart flutter against my top. I closed my eyes wishing I hadn’t peeked before unlocking and opening the door slowly. I peered downward as he studied me.
Harry:
“I swear I only knocked because I didn’t see his car…”
The daylight was pleasant against my skin, I took his words in only halfway.
Harry:
“Winter, what’s wrong? You haven’t been answering my calls so I had to… I was worried. And I’ve been ringing this doorbell all morning. Is he here?”
I shook my head slowly still unable to look up at him. He stepped closer as I made my way back grabbing his hand and closing the door behind us. It’d been his first time experiencing the house, I watched him scan quickly before his attention drew back to me.
Harry:
“Can you talk to me? I’ve called a million times. Did I do something? "
I met his gaze for the first time, his voice mellowed out my mood. I caught my breath before speaking slowly.
Winter:
“It’s done.”
His eyebrows fused together in his attempt to understand me. He reached for my fingers, intertwining them with his before talking.
Harry:
“It’s done? What’s done?”
His eyes were beautiful, I took in his presence as it medicated my depression.
Winter:
“He’s gone, Harry.”
It was like I’d never experienced the pain before his visit. I felt his hand clutch tighter after my words had escaped my body. Still he watched in question as if I hadn’t said anything at all.
Harry:
“You…?”
He looked so beautiful, his dark curls we something my view definitely missed. His jeans held his lower half perfectly leaving little to my imagination. Suddenly I’d remember my purpose for putting distance between Scott and I. He’d been here only minutes but the uncertainty had faded. Those tears seemed meaningless now… I wanted nothing but to be with Harry.
Winter:
“I’m yours…”
His dimples showered me with a light that before I was sure had burned out. He removed his outer clothing sitting it aside before embracing my in a long warming hug. I loved these.
--
We were in the last bedroom at the end of the hall, the farthest away from the one I’d shared with Scott.
Winter:
“Can you hold me, Harry?”
I spoke slowly but affectively. He reached his arms out in a motion to draw me closer. I lay my head on his chest as I cherished this time with him. I listened to his heart as it beat with the rhythm of mine. He wrapped his large hand around me protectively as he hummed a melody I wasn’t familiar with. His voice was beautiful as I listened, his arms pulling me even closer.
Winter:
“That’s amazing. What is it?”
I’d spoke into his chest. He stopped, replying to my question before continuing.
Harry:
“Just something… My mom use to sing it to me when I had too much on mind to go back to sleep.”
It was peaceful and it calmed my mind from all the aspects of my life that hadn’t included him. It didn’t matter anymore. With him I’d always feel okay. I did it all for him… I’d do anything for Harry.
I let my hair fall from the ponytail as I stepped into the steaming shower. I closed my eyes letting it take me as I remembered the last I’d been in this mental place. Somehow I thought telling him everything would make my head a bit lighter on my shoulders… I guess not. The patter against my skin failed to comfort me though it relieved my tension. I grabbed the soap and began washing up slowly.
My eyes met my fingers, which became slightly wrinkled from the longevity of my shower. My head was becoming foggy from the steam and the absence of my inhaler. I quickly shut off the water, stepping out and patting my hair of the water. I was clothed now, rubbing in the lotion as I began toward the bed. I became frightened by the sound of the doorbell in mid-step, anger growing in the pit of my stomach. I walked down, examining the downstairs for the first time in a few days, turning on the heat as I strolled toward the door. I pushed my hair back, looking through the peephole when I saw him. His swarm of curls adorned his head as always, and I felt my heart flutter against my top. I closed my eyes wishing I hadn’t peeked before unlocking and opening the door slowly. I peered downward as he studied me.
Harry:
“I swear I only knocked because I didn’t see his car…”
The daylight was pleasant against my skin, I took his words in only halfway.
Harry:
“Winter, what’s wrong? You haven’t been answering my calls so I had to… I was worried. And I’ve been ringing this doorbell all morning. Is he here?”
I shook my head slowly still unable to look up at him. He stepped closer as I made my way back grabbing his hand and closing the door behind us. It’d been his first time experiencing the house, I watched him scan quickly before his attention drew back to me.
Harry:
“Can you talk to me? I’ve called a million times. Did I do something? "
I met his gaze for the first time, his voice mellowed out my mood. I caught my breath before speaking slowly.
Winter:
“It’s done.”
His eyebrows fused together in his attempt to understand me. He reached for my fingers, intertwining them with his before talking.
Harry:
“It’s done? What’s done?”
His eyes were beautiful, I took in his presence as it medicated my depression.
Winter:
“He’s gone, Harry.”
It was like I’d never experienced the pain before his visit. I felt his hand clutch tighter after my words had escaped my body. Still he watched in question as if I hadn’t said anything at all.
Harry:
“You…?”
He looked so beautiful, his dark curls we something my view definitely missed. His jeans held his lower half perfectly leaving little to my imagination. Suddenly I’d remember my purpose for putting distance between Scott and I. He’d been here only minutes but the uncertainty had faded. Those tears seemed meaningless now… I wanted nothing but to be with Harry.
Winter:
“I’m yours…”
His dimples showered me with a light that before I was sure had burned out. He removed his outer clothing sitting it aside before embracing my in a long warming hug. I loved these.
--
We were in the last bedroom at the end of the hall, the farthest away from the one I’d shared with Scott.
Winter:
“Can you hold me, Harry?”
I spoke slowly but affectively. He reached his arms out in a motion to draw me closer. I lay my head on his chest as I cherished this time with him. I listened to his heart as it beat with the rhythm of mine. He wrapped his large hand around me protectively as he hummed a melody I wasn’t familiar with. His voice was beautiful as I listened, his arms pulling me even closer.
Winter:
“That’s amazing. What is it?”
I’d spoke into his chest. He stopped, replying to my question before continuing.
Harry:
“Just something… My mom use to sing it to me when I had too much on mind to go back to sleep.”
It was peaceful and it calmed my mind from all the aspects of my life that hadn’t included him. It didn’t matter anymore. With him I’d always feel okay. I did it all for him… I’d do anything for Harry.
@Cold Summer
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8/20/15