The Night I Met Harry

As I predicted we hadn't gone to sleep. It was around 3 in the morning now and his fingers still rubbed against my back as I lie into him. I felt like a child being consoled by her mom from the fright the monsters under the bed had given her. The night's occurrences were still too fresh in our minds to find rest. I knew he'd always protect me but the vision of him so livid and disconnected from me was something I'd have trouble forgetting. That wasn't my Harry, but I guess I expected no different of him under the circumstances.

Harry:
"If I ask you something you'll be honest with me right?"

I wondered where that had been coming from but nodded my head none the less.

Harry:
"That day with Louis and Eleanor...something was bothering you wasn't it?"

I nodded again thoughtlessly as his fingers played around mine. My hair had dried and been giving me less of a problem now.
I guess I didn't mind visiting the memory now that other things were eager to press a headache between my eyes.

Harry:
"What was it?"

I silenced for a second, reliving the feelings I'd recently grown to come to terms with...but it still bothered me. He was my Harry. And that was all.

Winter:
"I saw you checking out those girls. It kind of hurt my feelings at first."

Harry:
"The three that walked by us?"

Winter:
"Yea...they were hot, so I guess I get it. But don't do that in front of me."

He began shaking his head in opposition. No he wasn't checking them out or no to not doing it in front of me?

Harry:
"You've got it wrong."

My head was encouraged from him in introduction to his statement.
Harry:
"I'm not like that. I was not checking them out."

If he had been, he didn't have to lie with me. We didn't do that. I had chosen to say nothing in curiosity for him to finish.

Harry:
"I use to... uh, date one of them. I hadn't seen her in a while, and I was just curious if it were really her. I'm not a pig why would I do that?"

Winter:
"Cause you're a guy. You're human."

Harry:
"Yea. That's taken. And you are way hotter than anyone I've ever laid down with. So let's just clear that up."

He sounded pissed, but I could tell he was hurt by my remark. It wasn't my intention honestly. I was just trying to make sense of it my own way, instead of simply being mad about it.

Harry:
"That's why you were upset, you thought I would do that?...I'm not like that now. Don't think that."

It made me appear somehow closer to him to hear that. There was always that one person that made you...forced you to see everything differently. The change was voluntary. I had never asked him to be this amazing, he just...was.

Winter:
"I'm sorry."

I replied honestly. I couldn't take him being mad at me now. Not tonight. Emotionally, I needed him.

He cuddled me closer, ours legs meshed into each other. This was to tell me he wasn't bothered with me by it. That communication was usually all we needed to get us back. And so far it'd worked every time.

Harry:
"And you wouldn't have been upset?"

He asked softly as merely a whisper.

Winter:
"I was, but I'm a little insecure about it Harry...I just told myself to get over it."

Harry:
"I can see why. That would have been disrespectful of me."

He kissed my forehead, obviously grateful for our talk.

Harry:
"Although...why in the hell you would ever be insecure is a little beyond me."

I loved these nights when we just talked about everything. Nothing. I felt thankful because I knew a lot of couples lacked that aspect. Sometimes even we did, but never for long.

Our minds traveled separately under the mute. Touching becoming prominent in the comforting of each individual. I never compared him to Scott because there was nothing to compare. It was clear to me now that I belonged to Harry even before him. And it was only a matter of time.
I wondered about if I hadn't gone to the club that night, soon unfulfilling the thought when a sense of urgency tangled in my chest. That was a scary thought.

I knew his hand would swell in the morning but I'd force that fact away until later when I'd have to deal with it. I wanted everything to be okay between us. He made everything better, never ceasing to newly amaze me. I had felt relief that he wasn't the guy I'd been mistakenly characterizing him as and that made me love him a little more...if that were even humanly possible.

Harry:
"Is it too soon?"

He gripped my waste possessively. My racing thoughts made way for his smooth voice, the vibration in his chest piercing my ear. I think I knew what he'd been referring to but I could have been wrong. I lifted my head, hair crowding us as I stared down to encourage him to continue.

Harry:
"I want to make you feel better."

He rubbed his thumb against the bruise on my face. I waited for the contact to lure discomfort, but it hadn't. Refreshment came over me at the fact that he'd calmed and came back to me. The night was worse enough without having to suppress his anger.

Harry:
"Let me make it better, Winter."

Everything about his way of relieving me made long for that connection with him. I nodded my head slowly, wanting nothing more than to feel him within me now. Closer than two people can ever be. I was embarrassed for how much I'd ached for him from the heat of his voice alone.

I took his face. Sleep was something I didn't want. He slowly and cautious reversed us to settle between my legs. I'd already been in my bra and underwear so he took the time to feel every inch of the outer layer of my skin. Greater time was given the areas we're bruises had been. Often his eyes closed as if fighting the urge to leave me here now to find him. I felt my body develop an arousal when I closed my own, allowing his presence to take me away. I knew this was a touch I'd always craved.

Harry:
"I'll be gentle okay. It'll feel good I promise."

He was always gentle with me which contributed to the part that made our encounters special. He rubbed my inner thigh. Erasing any memories that had begun to taint me and slowly began pulling off the fabric of my lower half. My eyes popped open to the dark with the sudden shift in emotion my body projected to me. I was taken back to the parking lot. I felt it clouding around me. The touch I hated, the sound of knuckles meeting the bloody skin of him against the ground. I gave into the urge to deflect the touch.

When I'd done so he seemed rather alarmed. I pushed at his chest so he'd removed himself and I could sit upright. I felt trapped inside myself, burying my head into the the knees I'd carved into my chest and squeezing my eyes shut to force away the negatives.

Harry:
"Hey."

He sat up next to me with his soothing voice. His touch could be felt back and forth along my lower back and even that seemed to bother me.

Harry:
"It's too soon. I understand. We'll just cuddle, come on. It's okay."

I counted backwards from ten, slowly in my head to calm and suppress the panic elevating in my chest. What was this? I began mentally relaying to myself.

I was okay. Here in the dark with Harry. No one else. He wouldn't let anyone hurt me. He wouldn't hurt me. I was okay.

He sat quietly giving me time, I suppose. I looked over to him, his curls could be slightly seen from where my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I reached for him, my hand landing against his chest. I slid it down to rub against his stomach and let him know I was fine. I didn't want this to damage me...and for that to happen I needed his help.

I laid my head back against the pillows, pulling his arm towards me so he would rest between my legs again. I kissed until his touch began.

Harry:
"We don't have to. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Winter:
"I want it, Harry."

The feeling in my place in matter slowly drew back. I kissed at his neck from beneath him.

Winter:
"Please."

I knew that alone gave him more than enough reason to continue. His bulge was increasing from it along with my lips contact with his neck. He rubbed our faces, our cheeks hugging one another. I don't think there was ever a time I didn't give him what he wanted because we both longed for the same things.

Harry's POV

I didn't question again. Choosing to do as she'd asked. I allowed my tongue to run over her chest as I continued to let it build. I wouldn't touch her again yet, until I felt she was ready. I wanted her to feel it intensely but I wouldn't let her beg for it...not tonight.

I hid the true pain I felt from knowing the marks that stained her skin were there. I never understood what pleasure a man had gotten from hitting a women but I guess my father would be one to ask about that. I hated the thought of it being done to her, and it wasn't okay. Nothing about it was and I'd make sure for certain this wouldn't happen again. I wouldn't tell her, but this definitely wasn't over...But right now, my focus was on making it better. She was so fragile already, and the stress wasn't good for her or the baby. To see her pull away from me like that was something I'd keep with me forever. And I wouldn't have mercy on the person that caused it.

I was back in the current when her hands felt my stomach telling me she'd been ready sooner than I'd expected. I placed my touch to where I knew she wanted it, making her hotter for me. The thoughts were fully brushed away, and I'd began smiling to myself as I witnessed her hips raise slightly to receive the contact of me. Her eyes were closed and her fingers gripped her hair as I continued my touch. My name was breathed through parted lips. It was warming to know the effect I could still give her despite her night.

Harry:
"You're so wet already, babe."

I was in awe of her. The dirty talk had always driven her further. Her hands reached for the ban of my boxers, making me incredible sensitive there. Dammit, I couldn't remember sex before this girl. I allowed her to have her way as I squeezed my eyes shut at her touch. She'd taken matters into her own hands, pumping before pressing me gently inside of her.

Our mouths fell agape in unison. Beautiful symphonies were happening somewhere. It was so hot how desperate she seemed. I was given an explosive feeling I'd never get use to without a barrier.
She lost it from beneath me, her stomach brushing smoothly against mine. I was obsessed with how it poked out now. I felt accomplished in making everything as they were.

Her sweet sounds could be heard from the bounce off of the walls behind me. I'd taken her for a while and she allowed me too fully, pulling me in to draw me deeper. I kept a sensitive rhythm. I could tell how open she was to me now and how complete I made her despite the hiccup awhile ago. I felt so honored that it was me she desired. I couldn't imagine ever losing her, even to life. In some way I felt better knowing that I was the older of the two of us, so if life happened as it was suppose to I'd go first. But for now she was stuck with me. And my thoughts of plans for smoothing this entire day out would start following her climax.

I continued to hit a spot I learned to ignite her. I knew she was nearly there from the weakness of her body. She'd feel amazing once there and that was exactly what I needed now.

Harry:
"I've got you. Let go, Winter."

I knew she was close and no matter how breathtaking she felt around me right now, I'd wait. Her hands gripped at her scalp more as she enjoyed herself. I was coming into my own orgasm only after I'd felt her body's reaction to the release. She breathed heavily as she opened those beautiful orbs up to me. I focused on her deeply as her high fell slowly back to the bed.

Harry:
"Deep breathes."

I instructed patiently as I watched her. Her inhaler had been out of reach for the moment and either of us could move at this point. I smiled again when she began to listen, her chest rising and falling at a decline. I'd have her health checked tomorrow so I was certain.

I stayed there connected to her, resting my head just in her neck, the scent of her hair hugging the pillows. Her legs were comfortable around me. She seemed to hurt so much lately and I couldn't help but blame myself for most of it. I closed my eyes to take in her scent continuously, removing the thoughts from my conscious. I felt her hands flicker through the curls of my hair idly. I could tell she was finally finding fatigue. With her movements I was even beginning to find my own.

I love you.

I thought over and over to myself.

Harry:
"I love you."

--

Winter's POV:

Harry:
"Breakfast is ready. Come on."

It smelled amazing whatever it was. It always did, but I still feared becoming sick after enjoying the first few bites. The feeling always ruined my day. He nipped and nipped around my neck until the unconsciousness left me. Sigh. It felt as if I'd just fell asleep. We were up pretty late and I'd still felt the heaviness on my eyelids. I also hadn't eaten last night, but I was grateful he at least gave me that break.

Harry:
"It's going to get cold."

I batted amusingly as I closed my eyes again and I'd felt him entirely get up from the bed.

Harry:
"Oh, I'll put it away. I just thought my french toast was your favorite."

He teased on the way out of the door.

My eyes flew open and I'd spun from under the duvet. Sick or not, I lived for that french toast.

Winter:
"Wait. Wait. I'm coming, I'm coming!"

--

The tea gave life to my body. He tensed for a second from across the counter, looking away so I wouldn't notice. I knew it was from the bruise on my face that was probably in full effect by now.

Winter:
"It's okay."

He stopped the movements of his fingers in the dish water to close his eyes momentarily. I'd gotten up to place my arms around him from behind. My head buried in the bare of his back. I heard the door just then, and I'd looked to him for the answers.

Harry:
"Niall."

I went for the direction cheerfully. He was the best.

Winter:
"Why do you call him that, it's weird."

Harry:
"Because he asked me to."

I grinned with his come back.

Winter:
"Snappy this morning, aren't we."

--

Harry's POV

I was nervous as he examined her. He'd brought with him a bunch of stuff I couldn't pronounce. She performed all the checks proficiently so far, but I still held my breath.

Dr.Horan:
"Not that it's any of my business. You obviously aren't mentioning it, but what happened here?"

I tensed as he motioned to her face.

Dr.Horan:
"And here, and here."

He kept going as he noticed the additional bruises that had settled overnight. I could see how it looked bad because most were passion marks from last night. But it didn't stop there. I didn't want him thinking this was an abusive relationship but what excuse would I have in its placed if I said something. Because no one was that clumsy.

She looked at me for a second before looking away.

Winter:
"There was an incident."

He definitely thought I was abusive now.

Dr.Horan:
"Yes. I was made aware of that on the phone. But no specifics...is everything okay?"

Maybe I'd call him later to explain.

Winter:
"I'm waiting for you to tell me."

She'd dodged those easily, but it was likely to avoid the distress it would have giving me. I mentally thanked her but I wondered if my absence would have drawn a different answer.

Dr.Horan:
"Just no active activities for a while. Though I've been saying that all along..."

He cut a sarcastic eye her way.

Dr.Horan:
"And I know you're going to hate this but that includes sex. At least until you're next check up. Is that going to be a problem?"

Winter:
"Yes."

Harry:
"No Niall, it won't be. Continue."

She widened her eyes may way with disapproval. I knew it would be hard but this was her health so we'd get over it.

Dr.Horan:
"Other than that everything's fine with the baby Winter, but please stay out of trouble. You were never this difficult before, love."

He said after resolving the issue with the wound in her scalp. He joked, but I hadn't liked the sound of that. I felt it was a hint at her life with Scott and that seemed to sting a little. Maybe I'd been reading too much into it because she hadn't seemed to dwell on it. Her smile was still bright from the final result he'd given her, and I watched them continue in silly spirits. He spoke to her as I would in terms of the level of sternness. Completely and sincerely concerned with her constant conflict. I don't know what it was but I didn't feel on guard with him around her. It could have been because I'd been putting my life into his hands now. Winter and my little girl. In a way I needed him and with a few talks and arrangements he'd have no problem coming anytime I summoned.

He packed up giving me a nod and heading toward the door.

Winter:
"Promise."

She said walking behind him toward it. She rubbed her stomach idly as they continued conversation. She was still quite small and as adorable as when I met her. My Winter.

Dr.Horan:
"See you, Harry."

He nodded before addressing her playfully again.

Dr.Horan :
"Yea, you said that the last time Ms. Rylie."

They continued playfully as she stood at the door, before his car engine springing to life could be heard from here.
She waved before closing the door and turning to acknowledge how hard I'd been staring. She was still quite beautiful despite her bruised face.

Winter:
"I can't go without sex, Harry. Can we just lie?"

I shook my head clearly.

Harry:
"No sex, Winter."

Winter:
"What if we just...decrease the amount of times and then-"

Harry:
"Nope."

I was finding slight amusement in this but I knew I'd be feeling the withdrawal effects later.

She was against me. Kissing my lips with her hands around my waist.

Winter:
"That's not fair. How could you agree to that so easily."

Harry:
"Because it's you're health. I take that seriously."

She sighed giving up because there was really no counter-argument for that.

Winter:
"Fine...I'm going to run to the art store, I'll be quick."

She'd begun to reach for her keys when I'd spent them from the marveled counter top quickly.

Winter:
"You're right, I can walk."

It was alarming to me that she'd spoken so casually about going out by herself again.

Harry:
"No. I can go with you."

She stopped to stare with knitted brows, before tucking her hair behind her ears.

Winter :
"Harry it's broad daylight."

Harry:
"I don't care."

There was no way I was changing my mind as I had before so she could quit while she was ahead.

Winter:
"And it's really close by."

I moved toward her annoyed that she'd still been going there. I felt dominance inject my veins causing me to feel a little more on edge than usual.

I connected with her eyes so she knew I was serious. It's exactly what I should have done the previous night, but she was so convincing.

Harry:
"I'm going with you."

Winter's POV

It was kind of mean. And he narrowed his dark eyes as he spat the words at me. Was this how it was going to be from now on?

He held my gaze before taking my hand gracefully. His were still scarred with red sensitive skin, a lot more swollen with the time overnight.

Harry:
"Let's go."

Notes

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