The Night I Met Harry

It was now Thursday and of course I had my period. I sat home, missing Harry while he was at work. He was honestly too hot to work at a nightclub, and the looks he’d definitely be getting from the girls tonight bothered me. I sat up pushing it from my mind and fingering through my hair. I got up from the bed stretching on my tippy toes, when I heard the buzz on the nightstand table. I glanced down, rolling my eyes as I picked up the phone.

Winter:
“Hey.”

I hadn’t been looking forward to the call.

Danny:
“Hey, are you home?”

I didn’t want to answer the question, in fear he’d planned to stop by.

Winter:
“Why, Danny?”

Danny:
“I want to stop by, is that okay?”

I knew it. I closed my eyes in annoyance.

Winter:
“I’m with someone, Danny. I don’t want to talk about Scott.”

Danny:
“You’re with someone?”

Why did I say that?

Winter:
“Danny.”

He cleared his throat, before continuing.

Danny:
“I’m out front. Open the door.”

I sighed, walking quickly down the stairs hoping he’d been joking. I looked the peephole in routine, hanging up when I saw he’d been standing there. I unlocked the door turning the knob and looking up at him. I stayed quiet as I waited for him to begin.

Danny:
“You’re with someone?”

I needed Tydonol for these cramps. I had enough to worry about these days then to have this conversation.

Winter:
“How does that matter?”

I was kind of rude about it but I really didn’t want to hear about Scott.

Danny:
“What’s his name?”

I turned around walking to the kitchen to grab a water from the frig as I heard him come in and close the door.

Winter:
“I don’t want this conversation.”

He walked over to the kitchen sitting at the table as if still waiting for my response.

Winter:
“I know he told you all about it. Did you come here to make me feel worst than I already do?”

He shook his head at my words, sighing and locking his eyes to mine.

Danny:
“I just need to know that you’re okay… We haven’t exactly talked much lately.”

What was there to say to a friend of someone I use to know? I sat at the table pushing back my hair and sipping my water.

Winter:
“I’m okay.”

Now that he knew I was still sure he wouldn’t leave. I wondered why that was so important to him and if Scott had sent him. I doubted it considering he hated me now.

Winter:
“What is this about?”

His eyes studied my behavior. I was use to him worrying about me but only when Scott was in the picture. We use to be really close… but lately I’d been avoiding any memory of Scott.

Danny:
“I just… I care about you.”

Winter:
“I know. But you don’t have to worry, okay. I’m fine, really.

He looked down leaving my eye contact. I could tell he hated the lack of conversation on my part but hadn’t figured out what to do about it.
Danny:

“If you talk to me about anything, I won’t tell Scott. And I know things are on your mind, you just have a way of holding it in… We use to talk, you know.”

I sighed in defeat. Guilt just had a habit of following me lately and he obviously wanted to play on this to get me to talk.

Winter:
“His name is Harry.”

He took off his jacket, walking over to the frig and grabbing a water and the bowl of grapes from the top shelf.

Danny:
“Is it serious?”
His tone was casual. I actually appreciated the fact that against my judgment, it didn’t feel like an interrogation.

Winter:
“Yea.”

I was very sure about my feelings for Harry, and wanted to make myself perfectly clear.

Danny:
“So sure… that’s interesting… Love?"

Love was an understatement. I missed him even with the conversation occupying my mind.

Winter:
“Love.”

I repeated certainly. He popped the grapes in his mouth as if it were popcorn, still watching me from across the table.

Danny:
“It’s good he makes you happy. I was worried you were losing that. You look great, though.”

Why would he be happy about me being with Harry when Scott was his friend? I didn’t understand the meaning behind his words but chose not to comment. I thought to myself about everything, quickly stopping from over capacity. I felt bad about being rude before, he was actually helping me organize my thoughts so I understood them myself.

Winter:
“Sorry for being so rude. I just thought you wanted to discuss him, you know.”

He rolled his eyes in amusement.

Danny:
“I told you I wouldn’t. I haven’t seen him in a while actually. You don’t trust me?”

I rolled my eyes mocking his movements.

Winter:
“I let you in, didn’t I?”

Just then I heard a knock at the door and by the time I assumed it was Harry. I got up in excitement, running over to the door. I’d been wearing a pair of shorts that showed a lot of skin, being that I hadn’t planned on company. I could hear him laughing from the kitchen at my actions.

Danny:
“I take it that’s him.”

I pulled the door open embracing him in a tight hug, my arms gripping around his neck. I missed him in the little time he’d gone, not realizing how bored I could get when I didn’t have work.

Harry:
“I’ve been calling you, you know.”

I pulled back to look at him, and I knew he’d definitely been drinking.

Winter:
“I didn’t hear it buzz, sorry.”

He looked over to the kitchen for the first time since coming in, removing his jacket and walking toward me. I followed his eyes, realizing he’d been waiting for an explanation.

Winter:
“Oh, that’s Danny. Danny, that’s Harry.”

Harry hugged me into him protectively. I noticed his expression wasn’t as I’d expected. We walked into the kitchen; He had began kissing my neck from behind knowing Danny’s eyes were on us.

Danny:
“Hey.”

Harry walked over to the cabinet reaching for a glass before filling it up with water at the frig. I was surprised he hadn’t said anything back. He sat beside me, rubbing my leg from under the table with the tips of his fingers.

Harry:
“How’d your day go?”

He obviously didn’t like Danny’s presence and I felt it was my place to do something about it. He looked at me, reaching for my face and pulling my lips passionately to his. I felt his tongue pass my lips a few times before I pulled away slowly.

Winter:
“It was great. Danny, maybe you should go. I’ll call you tomorrow or something okay.”

He took the hint getting up as I did and pulling me into a hug. His hands held my waist, as my hair crowded his face from over my shoulder. He pulled back looking stirringly into my eyes as I look up at him.

Danny:
“Honestly?”

I walked him over to the door opening it as he stood in the doorframe waiting for my reply.

Winter:
“Yea, of course.”

I watched as he walked to his car in the driveway.

Danny:
“See you,”

I’d waved and closed the door, looking over at Harry who I’d realized had been watching my every move.

Winter:
“What’s wrong? Why were you so rude?”

He got up from the table pushing in the chair and walking toward the stairs. This again. I prayed we wouldn’t be arguing tonight because it was really no need to.

Winter:
“Harry.”

My voice was pleading, I’d missed him all day and now he’d been ignoring me. He stopped where he stood, turning around to face me.

Harry:
“How long was he here? Since I left? Is that why you haven’t been answering me?”

The questions came one after another and I hadn’t known where to begin.

Winter:
“He actually got here a little before you did. And I told you my phone was upstairs.”

The walking continued again as I paced quickly behind him.

Winter:
“Babe, what’s wrong. Tell me.”

He wasn’t yelling but I knew something had been bothering him. I didn’t know if the behavior extended from his day or Danny being here. And honestly that wasn’t anything to be mad about.

Harry:
“He likes you. I know he does, don’t tell me he doesn’t.”

If he wanted to confuse me he’d definitely got the job done. I stood with that thought evident on my face.

Winter:
“Gross, no we’re just friends Harry... Unless I’m not allowed to have those.”

Dam, I shouldn’t have said that.

Harry:
“I’m telling you he likes you, that doesn’t matter?!”

He was angry now, his tone rising higher. I honestly wasn’t getting that. He’d always been nice but he was Scott’s friend. I was sure that wasn’t it.


Harry:
“I saw the way he was looking at you at the club that night too. I don’t trust him around you.”

Now wasn’t the time to argue with him.

Winter:
“Okay, sure. I’ll ask him about that.”

He huffed in disgust.

Harry:
“Like he’d ever admit it. And where are your clothes?!”

Maybe this was just Harry being jealous, but something told me he had more on his mind.

Winter:
“I hadn’t expected company, Harry please. Is that all that’s wrong?”

I spoke softly. I was usually the one with the temper so I decided to approach the matter with caution

Harry:
“I honestly don’t want to talk about it if that’s okay.”

He’d taken his shoes off, now pulling off his shirt. I grabbed his hand in an attempt to change his mood. I pulled him against the wall, kissing cautiously around his neck to comfort him. His eyes fluttered shut as he took deep breaths. I entangled our fingers, pressing his knuckles to my lips gently. I knew he’d calm because he’d given me the same sensation with these actions.

Harry:
“Stay away from him… please. I’m sorry for being a jerk, I love you. I’m sorry.”

He looked down at me tenderly as he spoke. I knew it’d been his day and chose not to discuss anything that would piss him off in this state.

Winter:
“It’s okay... How much did you drink?”

He looked away, focusing on something in the distance.

Harry:
“Just a little.”

He worked at a bar so I’d decided his version of a little was different from mine. I kissed his lips softly.

Winter:
“You seem tense. Lie on your stomach over there.”

I pushed my hair from my face watching his
obedience. I grabbed the oil from the dresser, climbing up and putting my legs on either side of his back. I kissed around him as I rubbed his arms.

Harry:
“...I love you.”

I smiled between kissing at his repetition.

Winter:
“I love you too, Harry… now relax.”

He breathed in before breathing out deeply. I squeezed the oil from the small bottle, warming it between my hands before spreading it across his back. I pressed firmly, massaging his shoulders to lower back. My bum rested on his as I worked my hands continually. Gradually.

Winter:
“Don’t let things upset you like this. Communicate with me don’t get mad at me okay.”


I’d been repeating his words to me back to him. I kissed the side of his face before getting up from him. He groaned in disapproval.

Harry:
“Winter…”

I chuckled to myself at his desperation.

Winter:
“Turn around.”

I watched him obey again, reaching his arms out for me to straddle him. I began rubbing around his chest, placing kisses everywhere I saw skin. I made my way to his lips again, pushing my tongue past his and his eyes fell shut taking it fully. It was different being the affectionate one this time around. My hands entangled his once more as I trailed the kisses from around his neck to further down his stomach. My hair showered my face as I kissed the area under his belly button. I adored his v-lines and the trail of hair that disappeared into his fitting jeans. I unbuckled them slowly as he watched me. I got up, tugging his skinny jeans off with his help as I chuckled.

Winter:
“You’re so hot.”

I liked letting him know my feelings in this way. I kissed his lips once more.

Winter:
“Slide up a bit.”

He made his way to the top of the bed quickly, his dark curls lie on the pillows.
I rested so my face was leveled to his underwear. I sat on my elbows pulling his boxers down just enough.

Harry:
“Winter…”

I didn’t wait for him to stop me. I kissed him sensitively, licking a stripe on the underside of his length before slowly drawing him into the warm of my mouth. His sudden sounds let me know he’d been enjoying me as I continued.

Harry:
“Winter, please.”

I didn’t listen. I bobbed my head taking him into my mouth steadily. My tongue drew circles around the head of his length before engulfing him again. He took my hand in an attempt to pull me up from him but I quicken my actions in response. His lips were parted my name filling the room several times between begging me to get up and the sensations I now gave him. I took his hand placing it on the back of my neck entangled in my hair for him to guide me. His hand tensed at the heat of it.

Winter:
“Harry, I want you to.”

He looked down at me as I took him in again, his eyes quickly fluttering shut. I caressed his stomach as he led me with his hand as I’d asked. The motions caused him to bite down on his bottom lip. A swarm of moans filled the room constantly his breaths becoming quicker. My tongue teased his head again as I watched him fall apart beneath me.

Winter:
“Look at me Harry.”

He knew I’d again been using his words against him and I was taking full advantage of his vulnerability. I hollowed my cheeks intensifying the feeling as he gently tugged for me to come up.

Harry:
“Winter, seriously. I’m going to come.”

I’d been surprised at how quick it was but I’d assumed experiencing me in this way would take some getting used to. I took him deeper, his fingers massaging my scalp while he enjoyed me.

Harry:
“..Oh god, babe. Please.”

I was ready for him. I felt his warmth leaking from the head of his length. I closed my eyes as I tasted him, my boyfriends release filling my mouth. My name left his mouth in intense moans. I swallowed him entirely, sucking slowly until he’d completely ridden out. I placed kisses all around him before his fingers gently tugged me up after his breathing had settled. His dimples were on display for me, pulling me in to kiss him passionately. I pulled back taking in his orbs of green.

Winter:
“Feel better?”

A smile played on my face at his reaction.

Harry:
“That’s a joke right?”

I pulled up his boxers before he pulled me up into his chest, rubbing the scalp of my long waves.

Winter:
“Does this mean I can do that whenever I want now?”

He nuzzled his chin into my hair, pulling me closer. He laughed to himself at the thought.

Harry:
“Nope.”

I placed my hand on his chest, pulling up from him as my hair fanned across us.

Winter:
“What? Why? I thought you liked it.”

He pulled me to his lips. I was confused at this point.

Harry:
“I loved it, I promise. I just don’t want you doing all the work…”

I pondered how sweet that was. This was why I loved him. I sighed as I lie back down, allowing him to snuggle me closer.

Winter:
“Fine…”

I didn’t want to let this go. I loved having that control over him, pleasing him, the one I loved in that way.

Winter:
“But when I’m on my period though? Please. That’s fair.”

He chuckled at my statement.

Harry:
“Maybe.”

--


We’d lie there for a while as I drew circles on his bare chest. It was hard imagining a life without him now. I felt completely open and vulnerable at the thought of anything bad happening between us.

Winter:
“Tell me what happened.”

I spoke softly still as I waited for his response. I wished to myself now that he wouldn’t avoid the question. He sighed, burying his face in my hair and looping his arms around my waist.

Harry:
“I spoke to my dad today.”

It wasn’t at all what I’d expected of him. I thought quietly as I realized he never really told me about his parents. I’d told him about mine one night we’d stayed up but he’d always avoided that part of him. I stayed quiet now not yet being able to find the words with such little information.

Harry:
“…I haven’t spoken to him since I was younger. It just brought some emotions you know.”


Winter:
“...What about your mom?”

I felt his hesitation at the following topic. I felt strange in questioning him now, feeling like I’d been crossing his boundaries.

Harry:
“They got a divorce after he cheated on her back when I was a kid. I really haven’t spoken to him sense.”

I could tell the topic was hard for him to talk about. It made me feel special that he’d been opening up to me in this way.

Harry:
“I still see her from time to time. She doesn’t live far.”

I’d gotten up to look into his eyes; they were becoming watery as he looked away from me.

Harry:
“He wasn’t there. I hate him for what he did to her. To us. And I always will.”

The tears had fallen though his voice remained even. I climbed on top of him, kissing the areas the tears had fallen on his face in my attempt to dry them. I rubbed my cheek affectionately to his before pulling back. He still wouldn’t face me.

Winter:
“Hey…”

I held his chin up so his green eyes met mine, to comfort him.

Winter:
“…It’s his lost.”

He pulled me down hugging me into him tightly. I could tell my words were bringing him ease and it satisfied me to know. We left the subject alone as he rubbed my lower back gently. We lie there quietly for a while. I thought intensely about what he’d told me before I felt the drowsiness invade my senses from the movements of his hands. I closed my eyes, curling into him further.

Winter:
“You have me.”

Notes

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