The Night I Met Harry

It was night but I could still hear the whistle of the wind from inside. I went down the row of my vitamins to place in the palm of my hand.

I counted them for certainty before popping them in my mouth and sipping from my glass of water. I did so casually, frowning when I'd realized Harry's phone had been ringing. He was so for me turning mine off and his now lay buzzing before me. It was a number that hadn't been saved in his phone but I found it quite familiar. I glanced away as it stopped studying it in my head as I sat the glass beside it. I was never good with remembering numbers anyway so I idly thought while going off to find him. It was easier to wear less cloths here. I walked barefoot with barely much covered as I toured the house slowly. I walked past a display of mirrors, taking in my appearance as though it was the first time. I didn't look pregnant...not yet. I didn't know if I we're impatient or excited I wasn't yet twice my size. My eyes
were darker today though still as green as Harry's. I continued my hunt while my mind remain restless.

I stopped cold when I'd realized it. My eyes widened themselves for a second before leveling out as I held the wall.

Winter:
"That can't be right."

I stood still a moment as I thought, before doubling back to the room in suspicion. I hadn't made it a thing to touch his phone but this was something I had to be a hundred percent sure about before overreacting. I touched the home button and slid to unlock slowly. It surface to the screen, remaining lit as I read it over and over again. It'd began to dim but I'd touched it to continue excessively. I picked it up and left the room to find him on the lower level. I approached him moderately as he began his touch to my skin. I still hadn't been use to it, his hand resting around the small of my back.

Winter:
"Your phone rang."

I reached it out to him while studying his demeanor.

Harry:
"I'll turn it off. I was ordering food for you."

He was touchy now. Sitting himself on a stool beside the counter and pulling me to stand between his legs.

Winter:
"Harry."

Harry:
"Yes."

He'd said pecking my lips repetitively. I pulled away from his embrace to step back and fold my arms over my chest. I hated being on the defense.

Harry:
"What? What did I do?"

Winter:
"How does Scott know your number?"

There was a sudden change in his facial expression that made me wonder if I wanted to know the answer to that.

He didn't speak. His eyes fell away, unfocused on something else.

Winter:
"Harry."

Of course I began to think the worst. The only thing that could possibility be worst than an answer right now was if he hadn't answered at all.

I walked closer to pull his eye contact back to me. He stared in a quite glum manner while still remaining quiet.

Winter:
"I'm not upset. If there's nothing to hide than just tell me."

His eyes were down again. It was progressively making me nervous but I needed him to know I trusted him. I tried lightening the mood to encourage him.

Winter:
"Just tell me okay. It could be worst...you could be friends."

I grinned up at him while squeezing his face playfully between my small hands. It bugged me when he didn't response. His eyes looked up from the floor seriously in his lack of communication.

My smile faded slowly. I let go to lose contact of his skin completely. I felt my eyebrows knit with confusion. My skin became irritated with the stirring from underneath.

Winter:
"You're friends?!"

It sounded so alien on the way out. I watched him get up from where he sat to come toward me.

Harry:
"I can explain, okay."

My feet moved back the more his moved forward. A headache formed quickly at the miles per hour my mind traveled in that second. Confusion threatened to make me sick the more I thought of the situation. If he weren't serious this was a sick fucking joke. I felt entirely betrayed by him but more disgusted with myself. Every day spent with him was now flashing quickly before me. I looked at him differently as I backed away.

Winter:
"So, what did he just... pass me to you?"

I'd never felt like more of a whore in my life. And that was counting the night we'd met.

Harry:
"Just- please come here so I can-
Winter, wait."

I moved quickly as I headed back to the room to step in some clothes.

Harry:
"Please stop, just one minute. I'll tell you everything."

It didn't intrigue me. I was already stuck in love from the steep pool of his lies. I didn't speak, choosing that remaining quiet was the fastest way out. I couldn't think or didn't want to, I don't know. I didn't cry but my hands were unsteady. I pulled a shirt over my head before grabbing the keys to one of the cars he'd rented from the dresser. All trust was lost as I headed for the door in dire need for the fresh night air. It was like I couldn't breathe until I'd escaped him. The pregnancy prompted to tell my body I needed to puke but that could wait. I'd reached for the door handle before he could put himself between the contact.

Harry:
"Babe, don't go."

My wrists were in his hold but I'd snatched away to grab my bag from the hook and proceed.

Notes

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