The Night I Met Harry

I was thankful the key had been there, leaning my back to the flipside of the door as my thoughts caught up. I removed my heels, leaving them by the entrance as I made my way to the kitchen. I slowly opened the freezer side of the frig, noticing from my vision that I’d been a bit buzzed. I searched for the tub of ice cream before grabbing a spoon from the rack nearest the sink. I turned on my heels, making my way down the hall to the living room as I pondered the mess that was now my life. I dipped in the spoon swerving it around before eating it slowly and thoughtfully. It was Scott’s ice cream; I made it a habit to never eat things that made you feel five pounds heavier in one sitting. I’d sat there for a while… listening to the rhythm of the clock along the hallway as it ticked. The house was quiet in every other aspect and I was alone. I told myself I didn’t care, taking the spoon amid my lips again and again. I’d refused to cry before, but it was becoming harder for my eyes to absorb the water. I pushed my hair back from my face in an attempt to change mood. I dried the tears that had escaped me absently, dipping the spoon once again when I heard the doorbell sound. To be honest I hadn’t even felt like another’s presence. This I told myself… my mind taking a venture to the long nights I’d spent with him. I closed my eyes as I made a decision, breathing out unsteadily. To my regret, I’d gotten up, ice cream glued to the tips of my fingers in my mood of dejection. I put my eye to the peephole as I stood on the tips of my toes. It was dark but my instincts told me who it was. I sighed as I debated whether or not to answer, quickly realizing he probably wouldn’t stop now with the bulbs lighting up the inner house. He knew I was here.
I unlocked the door, opening it before returning back to the couch down the hall. I heard the door shut behind me and his footsteps followed mine. He sat on the couch beside me as I continued my tub of heaven.

Harry:
“Who was that, Winter?”

His tone was dominant, as if it’d been any of his business and I could tell he’d been increasingly upset about it. I wondered for a moment who he’d even been referring to, being that the guys at the club were relentless. I found it amusing that he’d been questioning me when he had explaining to do himself. I lost my thoughts in the ice cream again when he’d gently removed it from my fingers, dipping in and sucking the contents from the spoon. I could tell he was dimming his temper with this action, showing me this wasn’t an argument.

Winter:
“I could ask you the same.”

I felt anger at the memory of them. I wanted to move away from him but decided it’d probably start a clash. My eyes searched down at my hands, as I began the turn of the conversation.

Harry:
“I’m serious.”

I was surprised he hadn’t yet been defending himself. It seemed increasingly quiet in the house, making it harder to have this exchange.

Winter:
“He was one of Scott friend’s okay. I ran into him there, he just wanted to know how I’d been doing.”

I really hadn’t been the one doing anything wrong but I was sure Harry hadn’t liked the idea of me with him.

Harry:
“…That all that happened?”

It was a surprising question but he spoke with control, I felt the anger building but refused to let it show.

Winter:
“Harry, he just drove me here. That’s all. I don’t care about other guys.”

I was speaking honestly. My voice rising slightly. I was deciding I didn’t want to talk about this now, though I knew I had to. My mind just needed a break.

Winter:
“You want to tell me about whoever’s number you got?”

I met his eyes seriously as he laid the tub of ice cream on the nearest table. He moved closer to me his hands reaching for mine.

Harry:
“I wasn’t getting her number…”

He’d said it profoundly. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Harry:
“See, I knew you’d think that…but I’d just been taking her drink. I really couldn’t hear her. She was drunk and I realized she was flirting. I didn’t want her number, Winter. I’m not that person…”

I still hadn’t looked up at him. He moved closer kissing the side of my cheeks with his warm lips. I felt the chill invade my body, his hands reaching for mine again as I granted him access.

Harry:
“When I saw you with him, it kind of pissed me off but… what reason would I have for doing that if I have a girlfriend?”

I could tell he was organizing his thoughts. Any anger I held toward him quickly melted away. It’d been the first time he’d called me that and it’d put some things in prospective. I understood what he felt now when I’d been with Scott. It hurt me to ponder the thought. I loved him too much now. My eyes left his after his words.

Winter:
“I’m sorry, Harry.”

I turned to face him as he pushed his lips to mine, his hands traveling to the back of neck, entangled in my hair. I felt the sensation throughout my entire anytime he’d given me his touch. I wondered was the feeling both sided.

Harry:
“It’s alright. I’m just glad you talked to me this time. “

He took my lips again, as I approved him. The feelings he gave me were amazing.

Harry:
“Communicate with me don’t get mad at me okay… I was pissed when I saw you leave with him. I gave someone else my shift to follow you.”

I felt dire now. I wanted to make it up to him in some way, but my thoughts failed to process.

Winter:
“I wouldn’t cheat on you, Harry.”

My words were quiet and I realized how close to home they became as they escaped my lips. I wondered if he’d ever thought about that. The whole thing with Scott would make me cheater in anyone’s eyes, and I didn’t blame them. But I had no control over the way he’d made me feel, the thoughts he gave me… Something I hadn’t experienced before him. And never would without him. I just knew. From the moment I’d met him I’d always knew.

Winter:
“Tell me you know that…”

His temporal silence was beginning to draw pain. I looked up at his beautiful eyes adorn with his dark lashes. He was perfect to me.

Harry:
“I trust you. Completely. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

It took me a moment to absorb, as I cleared my mind. I grabbed his hand, standing and pulling him from the couch. He laughed amusingly.

Harry:
“Where are we going?”

We were up the stairs, as I pulled him toward the side of the house Scott and I’d never used.

Winter:
“…To shower.”

His steps quickened at my words. I needed to know what it felt like with him and the therapy of the steam overwhelming my skin. It wouldn’t hurt this buzz either, and I’d quickly wondered if he’d been drinking as well tonight.

Harry:
“And I can come with you?”

It was pleading permission. I grinned to myself as his hands warmed my waist from behind.

Winter:
“Yea, come on.”

I’d removed my clothes as I watched him watching me. His eyes scanning my entire, as he slowly follow my actions. I loved that he hadn’t questioned me. I’d never been the dominant of the two of us, so it felt nice with things reversed. I tested the water before stepping in, slightly closing the glass shower door.

Winter:
“Hurry up, Harry.”

I knew he’d laugh. I was feeling impatient and he knew things had never been uninteresting between us when I’d been drinking.

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