The Night I Met Harry

Winter:
“Your turn.”

I handed him the warm bottle in his large hands, watching attentively as he fed her, his opposite arm supporting her weight. I’d given him a blanket that now rest around her and across his lap. I lie back in the couch across from them, cuddling into the chair. I lost myself between them as I continued to watched curiously, he looked up and began to speak softly.

Harry:
“What?”

His dimples were visible and I was sure my expression mimicked my thoughts now.

Winter:
“Nothing, nothing.”

Later I’d definitely be capturing this moment in my sketchbook. I rubbed my palm against my leg as I became aware of the soreness I’d gotten from the other night with Harry. I smiled to myself with the thought when I felt my phone vibrate on the glass table in front of me. I picked it up quickly hoping the noise wouldn’t bother Allison when I’d read the name across the screen. I’d felt a numbness in fingers as my hand slipped from the phone. He looked up to watch me when the sound of it hitting the floor echoed against the walls. I picked it up quickly; My mood changing from its mellow state, replacing itself with annoyance. Decline. I tried focusing my attention to the words he’d just said to me but they hadn’t cleared.

Winter:
“Sorry Harry, say that again.”

Harry:
“I said, are you okay?”

Winter:
“Yea…yea of course.”

I felt my nervousness increase when the phone began again. I’d gotten up to exit the room hastily.

Winter:
“I’ll be back in a minute.”

I was gone before he could question it, accepting the call after taking a deep breath.

Winter:
“Stop calling me.”

Scott:
“I would if you’d answer.”

Winter:
“Scott, please. You know I can’t do this. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

I was surprised he could even hear me with how low I’d been whispering.

Scott:
“But we need to talk…meet me somewhere.”

Winter:
“No.”

Scott:
“Then I’ll just stop by.”

Winter:
“No. Scott…”

Scott:
“I want to see you tomorrow. Meet me in the park after you come from work…you know which one.”

I closed my eyes as my palms became increasing sweaty. He just wouldn’t quit. A headache began to form between my eyes at the thought of Harry in the other room.

Scott:
“Just once…and I’ll leave you alone.”

Winter:
“No you won’t.”

He giggled from the other end of the phone to confirm what I already knew.

Scott:
“You’re smart.”

Winter:
“I’m hanging up now.”

Scott:
“…Tomorrow.”

End Call.
I wanted so bad to smash it against the wall and pretend that never happened. Memories of Harry’s promise to take care of it spun in my mind. What exactly did he mean take care of it? I winced at the thought of those hands used for anything but comforting. The same hands that now held a small newborn. I remember briefly the cuts displayed on them after the night at the club, and the look on his face when the waiter hit on me on our first date. I noticed he had a bit of an anger problem when it came to defending me. It was a side I wasn’t sure how well I knew just yet but I knew though we’d hung out together, he still hated Danny. Scott was someone I once cared for and though I wanted nothing to do with him now that I was with Harry, I didn’t want him being hurt. I didn’t want anyone being hurt…because I was that person. My hands now crowded my face in my attempt to calm.

Harry:
“Okay, talk to me.”

I jumped at his sudden presence in the room. My hands were beginning to shake from the thoughts that encouraged my headache.

Winter:
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Harry:
“You expect me to believe that? I know when something’s wrong with you. Your color’s draining.”

He watched me closely as I tried pulling myself together.

Harry:
“Who was that?”

Winter:
“I’m okay, Harry. Just drop it.”

He cuddled Allison into him as he left the room quickly. If I was sure he was just putting her down so we’d continue the conversation. There was no way I was going to make things worse than they already were and I didn’t want him involved in anything baleful. He entered the room only to grab my hand and pull me with him. I looked down at her sound asleep and wrapped in her blankets.

Winter:
“Thanks for putting her to sleep.”

He nodded before continuing again.

Harry:
“Is this about him?”

He sat on warm sofa, pulling me over his lap as I stay quiet. A sigh was given in his annoyance.

Harry:
“So you’re just going to ignore me and not tell me anything?”

Winter:
“I’m not ignoring you. I just rather not talk about it.”

Harry:
“…Because it has something to do with him?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want us to argue…I wished I hadn’t answered the phone.

Harry:
“If I did this to you, you’d be pissed. You just expect me to let this go?”

I got up from his lap to pace the room slowly in thought. I took deep breathes while he watched me through narrowed eyes as I’d decided to begin.

Harry:
“Are you seeing him again?”

I looked up quickly at the stupidity of the question. It had completely taken me and I’d lost all direction of my thoughts. I immediately felt offended as I looked into the seriousness of his green eyes.

Winter:
"What?”

Harry:
“You heard me.”

It hurt to hear him question me this way. I thought he knew I wanted nothing more than to be with him…only him.

Winter:
“If you have to ask me that then I don’t know why we’re doing this.”

Harry:
“You won’t tell me anything. You haven’t even answered the question, what I am supposed to think?”

Just then I heard a knock sound against the door. My heart skipped a beat to ponder who it was. I walked away from him quickly in rage, approaching the door and checking the peephole. I opened it absentmindedly.

Sarah:
“Hey.”

She walked in and grabbed my hands in routine. I closed my eyes to channel my anger as not to subject her to something she hadn’t caused.

Sarah:
“You okay?”

Winter:
“Sarah, I’m great. She’s in there.”

Sarah:
“Was she bad?”

Winter:
“No, of course not. She was great.”

Sarah:
“Then what’s wrong…”

Harry’s footsteps entered the room. He looked at us briefly before grabbing his coat from the rack.

Harry:
“Hey Sarah.”

He’d left without waiting for her reply, shutting the door calmly behind him.

Winter:
“Don’t ask okay. I have a headache and I really just want to lie down…I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.”
--
She was gone and had taken Allison with her. The jest of the argument that had taken place a while ago still lingered causing pain to my head, though I’d just taken some aspirin. It had been a few hours and he hadn’t called or come in. It didn’t matter to me how mad he was at me right now, because I was equally as pissed at his words. And maybe he did have an anger problem, but so did I when it came to him. I brought my hands in my eyes view to study them quietly…They still shook and I was beginning to worry I’d been overwhelming myself. I got up from the bed’s comfort in my underwear and tanktop to exit the room. I walked down the stairs as I turned off my phone and headed for the dining room. I opened the china closet to reach for the bottle of Ever Clear I’d bought when Scott left. I grabbed a glass, opening the bottle and began to pour. I stare down at the glass as my anger stayed with me. It was taken up to my lips and drank quickly, and I began to fill it again when I heard the door. He closed it quietly behind himself as he looked over at me. His coat was removed and the contents of my glass were emptied again before I began to pour once more. I’d convinced myself that I enjoyed the sting of its coating as it hugged my inner throat. He was beside me suddenly removing it from my hands gently.

Harry:
“Stop. You have work tomorrow.”

Winter:
“Give it back.”

Harry:
“You don’t drink like this. I don’t want you to start.”

Winter:
“And you don’t tell me what to do... Where were you?”

I was pissed. And I didn’t plan to hide it in my tone. He closed his eyes briefly before continuing.

Harry:
“You didn’t answer my question...”

I breathed in as I felt my hands continue. I was so sick of other people ruining us and even worse we were letting them. If he was with her this was over. I felt rage at his accusations and I didn’t at all find it amusing.

Winter:
“I’m not seeing or screwing anyone else, you asshole!”

I’d gotten up before my tears could go further. My hands were shaken increasingly by now. I’d felt so emotional drained…I could hear his footsteps close behind. My arm was grabbed but I snatched from his hold.

Winter:
“Don’t touch me.”

My words were cold though my voice broke from my state. I knew if I didn’t calm the wheezing would come along. Tears spilled over my cheeks as I’d walked up the steps. I’d gone in my art room, closed the door, locking it behind me and getting my inhaler from the top dresser drawer on the far side of the room. I felt my heartbeat knock against my chest mildly from within. I curled up on the floor and held my knees into my chest as I breathed. I inhaled the contents slowly as I rocked myself. He'd better not have been with her.

Harry:
“Baby, open the door.”

I’d never gotten this upset with him before. I hadn’t remembered the last I’d cried this much but he was more than right, I shouldn’t have drank. I wasn't a drinker.

Harry:
“I’m sorry, babe. Please, open the door.”

Why did it hurt so bad to hear him accuse me of cheating on him? I took another breath of it as my breathing began to calm. What if he hadn’t trusted me all along? I felt sickness in the pit of my stomach. I willed myself to stop the tears as I thought of his touch. I was so pissed at him but I still longed for it. We’d never really talked to each other that way and it broke my heart to witness.

Harry:
“Please.”

His voice began to sooth me the longer I sat there, even from behind the door. I let my inhaler fall from my fingers as I reached up to unlock and move my weight away from the door. I heard it open slowly as I rest my head on my knees. He sat on the floor with me and pulled me toward him.

Harry:
“I’m sorry. That was stupid, I’m sorry.”

I listened to his voice while I thought of the words to say.

Harry:
“Are you okay? Let me see you.”

I nodded to assure him as I tried looking away. His thumbs rubbed the skin on my arms soothingly as he scanned my face while cupping it in his warm hands.

Winter:
“I’m fine…I just shouldn’t have let that build up. I’m supposed to be avoiding stress…”

We were face to face and I’d been adoring his green eyes as they glared into me. How could I ever stay mad with someone as beautiful as he was? …as blissful as he made me.

Winter:
“I’m not use to arguing with you.”

Harry:
“Me either…it won’t happen again.”

He moved my hair away from my face as he looked down at the inhaler. My forehead was kissed as he pulled me into his side again. Jesus. I saw him mouth to himself.

Harry:
“Don’t scare me like that.”

His face was buried into my hair as we sat there. He looked up and around while his fingers roamed my skin.

Harry:
“It’s beautiful in here.”

I smiled weakly to myself.

Winter:
“Thank you…”

It was quiet as I allowed him time to scan. We were okay…and my headache had subsided. His hands intertwined with mine intimately.

Harry:
“I’m your boyfriend, you have to forgive me.”

I laughed quietly to myself at how adorable my ears received that.

Winter:
“I already have.”

Harry:
“And you’ll tell me when something’s wrong and not dismiss me…”

I mentally arranged my words before my lips parted.

Winter:
“…he keeps calling me. I’ve begged him to just let me go but he won’t.”

He listened as I confessed quietly.

Winter:
“That’s who called me, but I’d never answered before this…Says to meet him in the park tomorrow after work…I wasn’t going to go, I swear.”

He continued to rub against my back.

Harry:
“…Which park?”

I looked up at him to see an expression completely calm but his voice was serious.

Winter:
“The one closet to the market…”

I wanted him to explain but he stayed quiet.

Winter:
“…Harry…”

Harry:
“I’m handling it, remember…Just come straight home tomorrow.”

I didn’t want to argue so I’d temporarily let it go.

Winter:
“…You know I don’t cheat on you, right?”

Harry:
“I know.”

Winter:
“…That hurt to hear you ask, you know.”

I was grabbed and pinned gently to the floor, his body lingering over me protectively. He pecked softly in every area of my face as my hair occupied the floor around me.

Harry:
“I love you. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just pissed because you weren’t talking to me…and when I’m pissed I say things. I didn’t mean it.”

His lips caught mine and I’d fully received him. We embraced each other for a while there along the floor until the need for air became great.

Winter:
“It’s okay, I love you too.”

Notes

Welcome new subbies. How is everyone? Good? Good. I got a 92 on an English paper, so I'm great. I hope you enjoyed, I'll be posting before Monday. I LOVE YOU FOR READING. Tell me what you liked. *Cyber hug*