The Night I Met Harry

Harry’s POV:

I listened as the shower ran steadily while she’d washed away the memories of last night. I’d asked if she’d wanted me to join her but she’d insisted I didn’t. I wondered if the emotional space between us was from her thinking the worst when it came to me and Jessica. It pained me that she still hadn’t fully believed that I wouldn’t hurt her…but I guess the situation would look bad on anyone. When she’d mentioned seeing Scott I’d felt uncertainty. What if she realized that this thing we had wasn’t for her and decided to go back to him? There would be nothing I could do if she changed her mind, because it was ultimately her decision. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything in my power to make sure that never happened. A vibration from the table across the room interrupted my thought process. I’d gotten up and glanced down at the screen with a number that hadn’t been saved to her phone. I picked it up out of inclination.

Harry:
“Hello?”
Dr.Horan:
“Yes, Hello. This is Dr. Horan calling to speak with Ms. Rylie.”

Harry:
“She’s kind of busy at the moment, can I take a message?”

Dr.Horan:
“Just tell her I want to speak with her about the results of her pregnancy test. If she can give me a call back on my office phone number, which I’m sure she has already, that’d be great.”

His words threw me completely. I tighten my grip on the phone to keep it from slipping from my fingers. Could this possibly be why she’d been distancing me? Why hadn’t she told me she’d gone to the doctor’s? My brain went in overdrive as I began to pace.

Harry:
“Uh...no problem, I’ll tell her. Thanks.”

I thought about her holding the child in her arms that night; nurturing and protectively. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in a woman…she always was. The sight of it was something I knew I’d never mind giving her permanently if she’d asked. The thoughts of becoming a father put goosebumps on the surface of my skin. I swiped through my head of hair before pushing it to the side nervously when I’d realized I no longer heard the repetition of the water hitting the shower’s floor. How long had she been out, I hadn’t remembered through the noise of my own thoughts. Just then she’d opened the door in her bra and underwear she’d taken with her. She took the pin from her hair, letting it fall long and heavy around her body. The view of that alone gave me thoughts of taking her again.

Winter’s POV:
I guess he never got tired of checking me out because every reaction was like he’d saw me for the first time. I watched him grab the oiled-lotion from the dresser quietly and move forward to take my hand. He led me toward the bed, urging me to lay backward. He took some, warming it between his hands, before rubbing it’s consistency across my stomach. Again he took the bottle, this time massaging it in to each of my legs. I felt so spoiled. I loved the touch his fingertips gave me and I’d never deny him that right. He did my toes and around my ankles before urging me up from the bed. He turned me around. I took my hair up in my hands while he rubbed my back slowly. He smeared it everywhere, lining my neck and further down my back. I faced him when my arms were taken last. I’d pulled my bra down some to let him do what I knew he’d been thinking of. I watched him observe me as he massaged but I was getting pretty good at my poker-face. I pulled it back up once he’d finished and the remaining amount on his hands was swiped across my face gently. It wasn’t the moisturizer I used for it but I didn’t deny him. The little his skin didn’t absorb was massaged into my hands. He sat down on the bed, pulling me between his legs as I stood.

Harry:
“…You’re doctor called.”

I frowned with the thought. I had forgotten completely about that, but I couldn’t say it been one of my worries before. His mood was so mellow so I knew he couldn’t have said much to him.

Winter:
“What’d he say?”

He looked down to lose my eye contact now.

Winter:
“What did he say, Harry?”

Harry:
“You could have told me…”

I sighed expecting nothing less than what he’d just said. He’d probably been thinking I’d gone to the doctor for that sole purpose…or even asked to be tested, but that wasn’t the case.

Harry:
“Why am I always the last to know everything from you?”

Winter:
“It’s not what you’re thinking, I swear. I went to see about my lungs, and then he asked about the nausea…he said he’d check just to make sure. It’s nothing Harry.”

Harry:
“How do you know that…you have to call him back.”

Winter:
“Wait, so if he didn’t tell you that then what did he tell you?”

Harry:
“That he has the results of your pregnancy test…and to call him on his office phone.”
He spoke softly. It was scary how calm he was about it and now he’d made me unsure of myself.

Winter:
“It’s nothing.”

He leaned his head into my stomach as he hugged me closer.

Harry:
“Just call, okay…”
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I wished he’d stop the procrastination and just get to the point already.

Winter:
“…And?”

Dr.Horan:
“You aren’t pregnant. Everything’s fine. Just do me a favor and use precautions until you are absolutely sure that this is what you want.”

I didn’t feel relieved but only because I wasn’t worried to begin with. Harry’s reaction on the other hand was something I was unsure of.

Winter:
“Thanks. I’ll see you next visit.”

I’d been dressed now, and Harry had gotten out the shower about an hour ago. We were on our way to go bowling with Cate and Austin, but I needed to know where his head was first. I walked back into the room to see him handsomely dressed now. He looked at me questioningly.

Winter:
“See, nothing to worry about.”

He didn’t seem excited. But he didn’t seem disappointed either. There was no reaction, or at least none I could read.

Winter:
“You okay?”

Harry:
“Yea, of course…”

It would have been convincing if I wasn’t his girlfriend and didn’t know every time something had been the slightest bit off with him.

Harry:
“Question, though…why didn’t you let me shower with you? Is that a part of your space?”

I laughed to myself at how controlling he was. He all but pouted with the question.

Winter:
“My doctor says to avoid hot showers for a while; they make me lightheaded.”

His dimples made their appearance, giving a certain light to my day. God he was attractive.

Harry:
“Yea but there’s ways of controlling that...”

I shook my head amusingly in opposition.

Winter:
“Nope. Any shower with you is hot.”

Notes

Okay so change of plans I won't be posting until next week. Trying, but I'm really busy with school. When I finally post, it'll be a few chapters at a time. Sound good? Thanks for understanding. LOVE YOU FOR READING.