The Night I Met Harry

Winter:
“Not going to lie…I miss her already.”

It was hard to sleep without him beside me, just as every other night. I clutched the phone closer as we continued our long, bottomless conversation.

Harry:
“I bet you do, she’s adorable.”

He’d gotten quiet for a moment after his statement. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the topic finally had surfaced between us.

Harry:
“Have you thought about it?”

I turned to lie on my other side as I prepared myself. We’d been communicating a lot more than usually lately so I would try to continue that.

Winter:
“Thought about what?”

Harry:
“…Moving in with me.”

Okay maybe on anything except that. How was I just supposed to answer that question holding all of my uncertainties?

Winter:
“I don’t know.”

He sighed deeply. Not in a way to show he’d been annoyed but in a way of presenting patience.

Winter:
“You want me to hang up now?”

He had fallen considerably quiet for the first time since I’d picked up his call.

Harry:
“No.”

Then it was time to change the subject. I turned on my back now, in an effort to find a comfort that wasn’t there.

Winter:
“I saw Scott.”

The silence consumed him again, but I’d been patience as he had with me.

Harry:
“What do you mean you saw Scott? When?”

I was really looking to avoid bringing up the day Jessica had been in his home, but of course it’d follow me anyways.

Winter:
“The day I went for groceries…he was there at the market.”

Harry:
“…Tell me what happened.”

I was almost offended that he thought something would happen. I wasn’t that girl, despite my most recent history.

Winter:
“Nothing happened…but he apparently doesn’t care that I cheated on him…”

The memory visited me just as the words escaped. My eyes followed the patterns that had lined along the ceiling’s wall.

Winter:
“He still wants to be with me…”

Harry:
“…Why are you just telling me this now?”

Now I was sensing the annoyance.

Winter:
“You know why…I’m sorry but a lot happened that day.”

I didn’t want him thinking that I’d been considering it, that’d be comical. But he was protective and there was no way he’d be letting this go.

Harry:
“I’m coming over.”

…on second thought...

Winter:
“No.

Harry:
“Winter, I’m coming over.”

His voice showed me he’d been angry. It could have been for a number of reasons but still I wasn’t sure.

Winter:
“Harry.”

Harry:
“Can you sleep?"

Winter:
“No, but…”

Harry:
“…be there in ten.”

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I watched him enter the room through the mellow glow of the dimmed light. I lie there under the bed’s covering. A large T-shirt concealed my bra and underwear I’d put on from the shower I’d taken before Harry called. He didn’t say anything but he knew my eyes followed him. He closed the door slowly, pulling his shirt from his torso slowly after kicking off his shoes. I watched him as he unzipped his pants, working them down and tossing them aside. The light was faint but I saw everything. Words still neglected to be exchanged. He pulled back the duvet beside me and settled into the comfort of the mattress. He lie there for a moment but I didn’t move into him. I know he’d noticed this because that was what I always did… He waited, but still I hadn’t. I asked myself but I didn’t understand why there was hesitation there. I wondered how seeing her with him would affect the way his touch felt to me, and I still wasn’t sure if I trusted him.

Harry:
“Come here.”

His voice was soft and comforting. It made me feel wanted. I tried to think of the last time he made me unhappy, but honestly he never made me unhappy. I felt his fingers move down to touch the skin of my thigh, rubbing it back and forth to soothe me. It sent chills within me, like the bitter of night. We faced each other now. My hand lingered atop his in impulse.

Harry:
“I’m not going to try anything; I just want you to feel better.”

I held his hand against my skin. It was almost embarrassing how hot he’d made me with that simply gesture. I tried pushing it from my mind but there was no use. He stare over at me with his angelic face, his thick, dark eyelashes seemed to have gotten longer. His breathing was steady; his skin was soft and warm.

Harry:
“I know you can’t sleep at night…because I can’t either…”

I looked back at him as I tried to decode what he’d been thinking. My eyes refused to turn away from him. I thought I’d been the only one to experience the extreme sleep deprivation because I was the girl of the relationship; I needed him more. There were thoughts that kept me from speaking back to him now that we’d been in person, and I wanted to be with him in ways that clouded my judgment. I took his hand with my guidance, moving it further up my leg in a process that was painfully slow. I couldn’t help the feelings his delicate touch against my bare skin gave my body. My leadership was dominated when he’d moved in toward me leisurely. His large hands rubbed gently against the my front. He’d done this anytime he’d realized I wanted him. I’d never let anyone but him touch me in that way. I hummed quietly in acceptance almost immediately. He’d watched me closely as always, his movements accommodating my needs. My hand left his as he took over; there was never a time he didn’t know exactly where to touch. The fabric was moved aside, as he placed himself atop me. I could feel his fingers moving within me causing the shocks to intensify. I bit my lip in defeat as he slowly kept going at a pace that drove me wild. I reached for the band of his underwear, my intention to get them down, when I was stopped.

Harry:
“No, just let me.”

His lips had met with mine sensitively as if being here with me was his only care. The embrace was passionate, and I’d easily forgotten our imperfections. My fingers held his face to mine as I enjoy kissing him for the first time in a while. His tongue demanded entry and I accepted impatiently. I felt his hand continue awhile longer, while his other moved closer up my thigh. My lace underwear was pulled completely off as he began to lower himself on his elbows. The heat of our positions made me hotter; I’d never feel like this with anyone else. He proceeded in covering us both in the bed’s heavy cloth.

Winter:
“Harry.”

He removed my shirt. His hands felt behind me to unsnap my bra. Everything seemed so uncomplicated. His every action was slow and meaningful. He’d thrown everything to side to continue. His lips engulfed the color of my nipple, as his curls danced across my skin. My mind was numb to any pain I’d felt before. I felt his lips against my stomach, moving lower to gently kiss my navel.

Harry:
“I hate being away from you.”

His large hands encouraged my legs wider, hooking under each of my thighs to hold my hips. I felt his kiss there. My hands found my hair, entangling into the waves that had kept throughout the day. His mouth engulfed me sensitively as the chills of pleasure grew stronger in my veins. I sounded throughout the room with every dip of his tongue; he’d taken completely control of me now. My mind was dizzy from attempting to stay together where I’d been unsuccessful.

Harry:
“Does Scott know you’re mine?”

It was a little hard for me to carry on a conversation but I’d try my best to let him know I’d been listening.

Winter:
“Mm hmm,”

His gorgeous green eyes caught mine seriously for a moment.

Harry:
“He’d better...”

It seemed as if it’d gone on for long now and I was nearing the end. My eyes remained closed as I tried to prepare myself and he’d applied more pressure the closer he knew I’d gotten.

Harry:
“Say you’ll move in with me.”

He spoke between kisses. Every one of his words was received seductively. I had literally three counts before I lost power. I felt the curls tickle my stomach as he continued to suck generously. One. His hands roamed everywhere as if my brain could take anymore.

Harry:
“Say yes.”

I felt so trapped to the spot but an escape was the last thing I wanted. Two. I tried to concentrate. The feeling was more than physically, yet something that could never be explained. It pained me how good he was at this and it’d brought me angry to question why. It wasn’t fair for me to answer him in this state but I sure he’d already knew that.

Harry:
“Winter.”

My mind flashed to the idea of coming home to him every day…of sharing half of everything. I’d probably do all the laundry, while he did the cooking. Sleepless nights would be a thing of the past unless we’d share love passionately. I’d wake up to him every morning, and even when we fought I would no longer be allowed to escape. He was in control…he was always in control… and I didn’t mind.

Winter:
“I’ll move in with you, Harry.”

Three. He happily continued through my ending, the pressure growing softer and softer as I‘d ridden it out. He kissed everywhere as I tried to level my breathing. I’d felt him remove himself from the bed as my eyes focused on my inner eyelids. I frowned with the thought, my eyes were slowly forced open as he climbed back in. He’d put back on my underwear, kissing my stomach one final time while looking up at me. My inhaler was uncovered and placed in my hand demandingly. I took a puff, breathing in before letting it go as I calmed. I handed it back as he pulled me in effortlessly to him. I lay there listening to the sound of his heart’s beat as his hands found my hair. My eyes were too heavy to open again. I could notice the room’s glow had ceased now. We lay there in the dark as I began to count the thuds of his warm heartbeat against my head. One. His scent caressed me as always, I felt his hands began to rub slowly against my back. Two. Our fingers intertwined; his warmth cradled my already dense fatigue. Three. He kissed my head of hair, burying his chin in my dark waves.

Harry:
“I love you Winter.”

Notes

The next chapter as promised. How are you liking the story so far? LOVE YOU FOR READING! And thanks to the new subs. I plan to update sometime next week before Wednesday.