The Night I Met Harry

I observed the day with obsession when we spent the first back in town. I peered continually against the window as the trees passed at a distance. A few rain drops were spotted randomly across the glass to be ignored by the windshield wipers until it'd gotten worst. I shifted a little in my seat, repositioning the seatbelt so it didn't push so harshly against my stomach. I was aware that this gesture hadn't gone unnoticed when he'd reached over to adjust it properly after my failed attempt.

I didn't allow thoughts to hover as his phone rang again, and for the second time he hadn't answered it. The car was pulled into a familiar restaurant after the stop sign and parked into a space considerably close to the door. I remained quiet, shifting again as I unbuckled myself and reached for the handle of the car door.

I heard the engine cease it's hum when he'd reached across to stop me. I allowed that without a fuss, sitting back again and steering ahead at the people proceeding to enter the entrance.

Harry:
"I know you're upset..."

Not at the moment no, but I really wished he wouldn't bring up anything that would trigger that suppressed emotion...especially with the weather.

I watched a pregnant woman and her lover hold hands while going into the restaurant with the small crowd. Before my own I didn't remember seeing as many expecting woman before, but I guess it was a little obvious why. It had always caught my eye now and in a way it was kind of nice to feel apart of something with them.

Harry:
"Hey,"

He responded patiently but I could tell he was frustrated. His elbow rested on the area between us, his fingers pulling my chin to look at him forcefully. It was something he'd always do when we were arguing and he couldn't pull a reaction from me. I hated the controlling aspect of it, but did what he wanted anyways.

Winter:
"I'm moving to my moms."

He could be seen decoding that thoughtfully before answering.

Harry:
"That's actually a good idea for the time that I'm away. I don't want you getting into troub-"

Winter:
"No. I'm moving there with her, Harry..."

I studied the rings around his fingers to avoid the vibes his facial expressions would give off.

Harry:
"No you're not, Winter stop it."

Winter:
"Forget it. We don't have to talk about it, you'll see for yourself."

I mustered before again reaching for the handle of the car door and opening it. He reached over, slamming it forcefully from loss of patience and locking it back from his side.

Harry:
"Don't test me, okay."

Winter:
"Oh so its okay for you to leave whenever you want but I can't do the same?"

There it was. The introduction to the argument.

Harry:
"You think that I want to leave you?"

Winter:
"I think we both know you don't do anything you don't want to. So let's not go there."

Harry:
"I told you what this was about. I just have to Winter."

Winter:
"Harry you haven't told me anything. You're so secretive, I hate it."

Harry:
"It'll explain itself soon...I promise."

The problem with me was that I always accepted those promises. I don't think there was ever a time he steered me wrong yet but I wouldn't wait around for it. My eyes left his to stare away to avoid crying again. Dam it, I hated doing that. Before the hormones, I rarely did so at all and now it felt like every dilemma I had these days called for a melt down.

Harry:
"You can't just break up with me like that. Things are different. And you know I wouldn't do this if it weren't important."

He said in a lower, more relieving tone. I felt his thumb brush against my arm in up and down motions. I was calming at his command, but undeniably still pissed about this.

He pecked my shoulder as if further pulling me away from my tensed mental state. I studied the door of the glove compartment quietly as he kissed again, before restarting the car.

He pulled out of the space before driving out the parking lot. I didn't know what he was doing but I guess I'd know in a few anyways so why ask.

It was that place we'd gone before that night I'd escaped to the reservoir. Away from the houses further down, something beautiful to accompany you when another person was the last you wanted to. He came to a holt, ceasing the car engine once again. And looking over at me. He was leaned over toward me his elbow again placed in the area between the two of us. I fiddled my thumbs around each other to relieve from my own feelings about everything for a minute.

Harry:
"Don't be mad..."

I never realized how tinted the windows of his car were. I bought it for his birthday this year...just the way he'd liked, all white with the dark faded tint to the windows. Of course those workings were done behind his back because he'd never allow me to buy something this expensive for him. Oh how unfair were the double standards of this relationship sometimes...

He'd gotten out of the car to walk around the front of it to my side. My door was pulled open and his hand extended to draw me out. I'd taken it in habit as he pulled on the car door of the backseat, closing the passenger's.

Harry:
"Get in."

Wasn't sure what this was but I'd oblige anyways. It was a spacious backseat and until now I was sure I'd never been seated in it. The entire car smelled like him from his attention to it, quite similar to my scent after cuddling next to him on the couch in front of the television to some disney channel movie.

I scooted all the way across, facing him with one knee in the seat as he got in, closing the door behind him. It was on the cooler side where we lived. Quite rainy, similar to Forks causing me to miss the bliss of our little vacation.

He handed me a blanket as if reading my mind in that moment. I stare over at him as I waited for it...whatever it was. He sat comfortably and mispostured back into the seat as he shuffled quickly with his hair.

Harry:
"You're not going to share with me?"

He asked in a humored tone at the fact I'd snatched them all to myself. When I didn't react he sighed with a smile as he stare back at me, rubbing my arm once more.

Harry:
"You're so stubborn, babe... But I know its because you're cranky."

He pulled me to straddle him in my dress I'd regret wearing with the sudden turn of the weather. He sat back further looking those green eyes up at me as I stare down. The covers were around us both now, my knees on either side of his waist.

He took his time rubbing the backside of his hand against my cheek, pulling the hair resting around me away from my face.

Harry:
"It makes me cranky too....the no sex thing."

My thighs were being caressed now as I predicted where he was going with this. Our fingers found each others when he pulled me in to peck his soft full lips. It drove me a little crazier than I expected it given the boundaries and all. I held composure as his hands traveled to tug playfully at my underwear. His tongue danced around my neck slowly and he nipped the skin leading down and against my boobs. I knew red territorial marks were there from how harsh it was but God, I didn't want him to stop. He removed my denim jacket so more skin was bare to him. I felt myself become exited at the thought of our bodies touching in that way.

Harry:
"Just this once, got it."

I nodded before taking his lips again. His thumb could be felt pressing against me
through the fabric of my underwear. I heard the car lock itself with a click, I silently took humor in that little fact.

Harry:
" I mean it, Winter."

Winter:
"Okay, okay."

The lace was brushed aside and I'd felt him deep and sensationally where I needed him most. It had felt incredibly and his grip on my waist told me he'd been experiencing the same heaven I had.

Harry:
"If you get tired just tell me and we'll stop okay."

Like I was going to do that anyways.

Winter:
"Okay."

I managed to muster.


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A little over an hour we'd taken from the moment we'd left the restaurant to our return. I'd just come from the bathroom and now waited for Harry in the booth furthest away.

The waiter brought with him the large plate of our order, sitting them in the middle in front of me carefully as not to spill the drinks. I now needed lotion from the time spent washing my hands, and I hated the feeling it gave them. He appeared a few mintues later to sit across from me after pecking my forehead.

Harry:
"You okay?"

I gave a suggestive smile before searching my bag and applying the lotion.

Winter:
"I'm good, Harry."

He began to eat after picking up the silver fork from the table.

Harry:
"Eat a lot for me okay."

Winter:
"I will. I'm hungry anyways."

I started as he had with the fork quietly before conversation continued.

Harry:
"Okay so...I have to ask something."

Winter:
"...alright."

Harry:
"I know you and Sarah are great friends but..."

Woah. I didn't like the start of that sentence, causing me to narrow my eyes in preparation.

Harry:
"Is she bisexual or like...a lesbian?"

I covered my mouth as I laughed at the likes of that. Definitely not something I got asked everyday and it'd certainly taken me off guard.

Winter:
"No. At least I don't think so, she would have told me by now. Why would you ask that?"

He seemed amused himself, but really I needed him to carry on now.

Harry:
"Well. She's uhh... Very fond of you."

Oh. This was funny.

Winter:
"I would hope so. We're friends Harry, where are you getting that?"

Harry:
"No. I mean like really fond of you. And I notice."

Really comical.

Winter:
"What does she do exactly?"

I couldn't help but giggle so putting down the fork until he'd finished was probably the best for all of us.

Harry:
"She's really touchy with you. Like more than I am. She's always cuddling up to you at the house and she freaked the worst when I told her about your face. I swear I thought she was going to hit me."

Winter:
"Well technically they all do those things, Harry."

Harry:
"Then why does something about the way she does it make me feel weird. And I feel kind of awkward about being jealous."

He sipped at his water while he awaited my response but I honestly couldn't take this idea seriously.

Harry:
"You're laughing, but should I? Should I feel jealous? When she rubs in your hair or on your stomach."

Winter:
"I don't think so. I've never really picked anything up from that because you have to understand me and the girls are really close."

Harry:
"Oh I'm very aware."

He chuckled as if mentally visiting an occurrence.

Harry:
"You're not...at all into girls, right Winter?"

He asked on a more serious note. I picked up my fork and began at the plate again. I really was hungry. Especially after our moment of passion from shortly ago.

Harry:
"Wait. First I should ask if you've had any sexual experiences with-"

Winter:
"No Harry."

I had to cool it with the laughter but it was hard to think about with a straight face. Oh, the irony in that statement.

Harry:
"Have you ever kissed any of your friends?"

Yikes, a more interesting question.

Winter:
"That was long ago. And we were drunk."

Harry:
"Sarah?"

Winter:
"But it doesn't count. I barely remember that."

He thought for a moment about as he chewed his food.

Harry:
"See, most guys would like that. But I'm too possessive of you for that."

Winter:
"You don't have to worry. I'm not into girls that way."

He poked his fork at the vegetables he'd gotten me on the side that I'd eaten most of and placed it close to my lips in an order for finish them.

Winter:
"Unless you were a girl. You'd be so pretty. Gosh, you'd look better than me."

I teased tosseling his hair when he'd batted me away.

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