The Night I Met Harry

I held myself up on the rim of the toilet as he held my dark hair back from my face. My eyes had been watery from the nausea and I was sure I’d vomit any second now. I held my stomach as it continued on it’s quest to distress me. The unimaginable swam about my mind as my vision blurred from the absorption.

Harry:
“Babe, just breathe.”

My hands were shaking violently as my head began to cloud. I felt his large hands against my back as I struggled to keep it together. They were warm and comforting against my body, a nice contrast from the pain. My breathing slowed as I took in his soothing words. I closed my eyes as the tears spilled on to the surface of my cheeks involuntarily. I wiped them quickly, as Harry carefully helped me up. He turned me to face him, his deep green eyes studying me protectively.

Harry
“What can I do?”

I eyed him in awe, in a realm of the way he took care of me. He took my hand, walking us back to the room and quietly urging me to lie down onto the bed.

Winter:
“Thanks, Harry…I’m okay.”

The pain was mildly subsided but I knew I’d be hit with it again the moment I got comfortable. I watched him, as he pulled his curls away from his face. My mind ran me through all the time we’d been spending together lately. I was so in love with him now, and it honestly frightened me. I just couldn’t imagine time away from him, and it wasn’t a great feeling to have. I glanced over at the window adorned by the morning’s light as terror crossed my mind abruptly. I felt the beat of my heart increase suddenly under his touch. It was something I hadn’t given much thought, and I knew it was likely that he didn’t either.

Winter:
“Harry…”

He moved closer to me as his name left my lips; I took a deep breath before entering the conversation.

Harry:
“Yes?”

He looked endearing as he laid his head of curls against the beds duvet. His place was becoming my own and I could honestly say I spent just as much time here as he did.

Winter:
“Do umm…”

It didn’t feel awkward but we’d never really had this conversation. I felt I was asking a question I was positive I had the answer to. I moved my fingers up to caress his scalp, his eyes closing in reply.

Winter:
“Do we always use condoms, Harry?”

I watched his expression, eyes popping open with the surprise of my question. His wave of curls was brushed aside once more as he looked over at me. I know we trusted each other a lot more than I’d ever trusted anyone, so it candidly hadn’t been something I kept track of. He’d taken a moment to ponder the question, looking down in thought.

Harry:
“Actually… no, I don’t think so.”

He didn’t look worried at all like I would have thought, considering how sick I was feeling. The tone was casual though and I felt entirely comfortable.

Harry:
“I know we don’t in the shower.”

My entirety shivered at the thought. My thumbs ran around each other just briefly. I could tell he’d been thinking about it too when he’d reached subconsciously for contact with my skin.

Harry:
“You think that’s what it is?”

Winter:
“I’m on the pill. I’ve been for as long as I can remember.”

His thumb rubbed against my skin as he intertwined our fingers. Another life was something I didn’t want to think about at the moment because I wasn’t sure enough of my own. I couldn’t say I liked the idea of him considering that just yet, though he didn’t at all seem bothered by the situation. I wondered if it was to keep me from worrying.

Harry:
“And have you been taking them?”

Winter:
“Every day with my vitamins.”

He’d gotten up leaving me on the bed. He walked over to the dresser, scanning briefly before picking up what looked to be pain meds. He handed me the cup he’d been drinking from, along with two of the pills he’d emptied from the bottle. I took them from the palms of his large hands, popping them in my mouth and sipping the contents of his cup.

Harry:
“Okay. So let’s think. What did you eat?”

I reviewed my thoughts as I clutched his hand to mine. They were warm against me and I wondered if my touch gave him the same affect.

Winter:
“It had to be when I was at that restaurant with the girls. They love going because of this hot guy that works there.”

He focused his eyes on me seriously as if in disapproval. His eyebrows rising slightly in question.

Winter:
“I mean, they love going because of this guy that works there.”

I fought a smile as I took in his seriousness. There would never be a reason for him to worry about me another guy. That was just the way it was. I still didn’t understand that effect he had on me but I knew he’d never understand the depth of that fact.

Harry:
“Mm hmm.”

I sensed he was finding humor in my accidental statement and began taking it as just that.

Winter:
“Harry, you know I’m not interested.”

We leaned back into the softness of the bed taking full advantage of each other’s warmth… I felt a little ease from simply being near him. I wanted us to talk about everything; about nothing.

Harry:
“I’ll get you a Ginger Ale. I want you to rest today.”

Winter:
“No. I thought we were going somewhere.”

Harry:
“Not if you don’t feel good, Winter.”

Winter:
“But I want to go. I’m fine.”

He snuggled me closer as if I’d dissolve in his arms. I felt the nausea come forth before slowly subsiding again.

Harry:
“We’ll see later.”

Things I didn’t know about him began to swarm my thoughts. My head was cradled by the pillow as he encouraged me under the covers. Little of my skin was covered as we lay snuggled between them, our legs looped in console. I thought long and hard before my lips began to move without my permission.

Winter:
“Harry, tell me about your first.”

He shifted slightly, pausing briefly before acknowledging my statement.

Harry:
“My first what?”

Winter:
“You know… your first time?”

I felt him stiffen at the comprehension of my words.

Harry:
“Winter… You don’t want to know.”

Winter:
“Tell me.”

He sighed as if to release himself of the feelings that kept him from telling me. I hadn’t known before if I wanted to know about the girls that made up Harry’s past, but whether I liked it or not it was a part of him. I wanted to know what made him this person that now lay beside me.

Harry:
“She didn’t mean anything...”

His words stung. It hurt to think that his first time was strictly physically. He was too good of a person to experience anything less than love. But I could tell his past was something he hadn’t really liked to initiate conversation about.

Harry:
“We were both young, you know.”

I stare across the room as my head lie against his chest. The chill of the morning no longer filled the room. I played with the rings that held his fingers beautifully.

Harry:
“What about you?”

I definitely wasn’t prepared for the conversation to take a turn but I allowed myself time to adjust the memory. I shifted slightly the more I thought about it.

Winter:
“It was okay.”

I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to get away with such little details but I thought I’d give it a try.

Harry:
“Okay?...”

He was urging me on. My hand grabbed his slightly tighter and I was suddenly aware it was one of the many habits I’d been developing.

Winter:
“Yeah. It uh… kind of hurt, but I was really into the guy so it wasn’t all bad.”

I felt him squeeze mimicking the motions I’d done moments ago.

Harry:
“Was he patient with you?”

He sounded dominantly protective and his hold was yet firmer than before.

Winter:
“For the most part...”

I lifted my head to better see him, his eyes falling on something on the far side of the room.

Winter:
“Hey, you okay?”

Anytime he looked at me it was like nothing else in his life mattered. He had a thing for making me feel important and it was one of the many reasons I’d adored him.

Harry:
“Mm, hm. Yeah, I just… probably shouldn’t have asked.”

I felt the nausea reappear as it consumed the majority of my body’s comfort.

Winter:
“Why, what’s wrong?”

Harry:
“I…I just can’t think about you with another guy. It bothers me.”

I leaned my head down, rubbing our noses together to relax him.

Winter:
“Well then…”

I lie back down on his chest, listening as it rose and fell with every breath.

Winter:
“It’s a good thing you never have to.”

Notes

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