The Night I Met Harry

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I tried focusing in on her words and ignoring the small things Harry warned about. She tussled her hair into a ponytail before washing her hands and beginning to make me a sandwich in the kitchen of my mom's place. I hadn't asked but she insisted after Harry had gone and I'd skipped breakfast. I felt she was someone I really needed right now anyways so I didn't make a fuss.

Sarah:
"And the passing out, what was that about?"

I guess he'd actually told them everything and now I'd forever be penalized for not telling them first. I grabbed the mayo jar to assist her but she slid it further down the counter out of my distance.

Sarah:
"I've got it for you. Just sit and watch, okay love?"

I watched thoughtfully for a moment before doing as she instructed, sitting right across from her while she continued.
I could smell her choice of fragrance from here. Nice I should say though I was never really one to like perfume.

Winter:
"I wasn't always eating properly. And I may have been stressing over a few things."

She looked up, revealing to me her sky blue eyes in a disapproving manner. They reminded me immediately of my doctor in that moment...especially with the blonde hair and all.‎

Sarah:
"You could have hurt yourself or the baby, Winter. That really scared me when he told me that."
So I'd been told. ‎

Winter:
"I know, I'm sorry. I was so sick of the nausea, and it was just better when I ate very little."


Sarah:
"We'll handle that a different way. Just eat. Please."

She finished up, cutting the bread in half and slicing off the crusts. I hated the crusts these days but it was surprising that she knew that already despite the fact that I hadn't remembered telling her.

Winter:
"Thanks..."

I said looking down as I felt guilt consume me all over again. I had been taking better care of myself now but I still held that feeling for upsetting the people who cared around me. If they wanted me to stuff my face then from now on I would.



Sarah:
"So..."

She begun after making me down a glass of water behind the sandwich. Her fingers rubbed the tips of my hair idly.

Sarah:
"I was suppose to chop some of this off. Did you still want that or?"

She ran her fingers through it as I ate.

Winter:
"I swear I want to but... Harry likes it."

I chewed slowly as I got that out and watched her nod in understanding. A slight chill was held to the house as we experienced another rainy day. Drops could be heard against the window distantly, beating down at a calming pace that easily caused me to relax.
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She unfolded the blanket I brought that Harry and I often cuddled under between us as we headed to the living room. Nothing about her behavior was of to me. Still, she was just Sarah. Caring, concerned, and heavily opinionated just as the rest of them were. And I didn't feel weird about her even after hearing Harry's interesting side of things.

Sarah:
"He...takes care of you right?"

We were cuddled against the couch together, the remote held in her hand while she found something for us to likely talk over.


Winter:
"He does."

I was surprised she was bringing him up when her rule was to keep my mind off of it.

Sarah:
"Why were you guys fighting before?"
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I remained unsound as I thought about that for a second under the dimmed light. It was harder to think about then to simply explain but I guess you couldn't have one without the other.


Sarah:
"Can I?"

I lifted my head to see that her attention was to my stomach in a gesture to bring forward her hand to it in contact. I took it, placing it palm side down against the fabric that stretched around it. She rubbed confidently on her own and if it weren't for my exposure to this with prior experiences it would have been really weird. But it wasn't...just like it wasn't with Harry or Mom.

Sarah:
"I can't believe your going to be a mother, Winter. You're so adorable you know that."

I could feel myself blush with the compliment as she positioned herself closer beneath the covers. I felt I should pull away but only because of the talk I had with him. Not because I felt I should or wanted to. And the constant consciousness of it was beginning to annoy me.

Sarah:
"Hey. I bought some Oreo's to cheer you up. Want to share?"

She pulled them from her bag and placed them on her lap to be opened.

I'd given her a smile and watched as she separated it, giving me the half that was free of cream to indulge herself and then give the other half. I wasn't sure if it still bothered me but something caused it to hover on my mind now. Perhaps it was my unwillingness to speak of it. I guess I'd know now.

Winter:
"...He knew Scott...the entire time."

I looked away as well not really wanting to open back up that can of worms but realizing if I didn't talk to my girls about things I was likely never to.

Sarah:
"What do you mean knew him? Explain that."

Winter:
"He says he'd just saw him a few times before. But he had no idea that it was the person I was with."

She hummed for a moment, twirling her ponytail between her fingers. Another cookie was subconsciously separated and the steps repeated.

Sarah:
"...You do realize that if he's lying about that, it changes everything."

I knew I'd hear that because it was my thoughts exactly. But that was before...and now I trusted him. That was what couples did.

Winter:
"I know."

Sarah:
"Completely."

Winter:
"I know."

God knows.

Sarah:
"That would be really mean if he hurt you that way...but if you trust him...so do I."

I didn't know why this was so touchy for me when it was now behind us...but it was. She forced a hug when I didn't notice the gesture. I remained quiet to allow room for each others thought process.

Sarah:
"You smell good what is that?"
I smiled as she attempted loosening the mood. ‎

Winter:
"It's Harry's shirt. I don't know."

The buzz of my phone had startled me just then. His numbered appeared across the screen of it in a text.

Harry:
Dam it, I miss you already.

It conjured a smile as if I could hear his voice along with it in my head. But it quickly faded.

Winter:
Glad I'm not alone with that.

I didn't know if texting the person you were trying to get your mind off of was a good idea... And I didn't want to be weak when it came to him.

The text from Mason had gone ignored. I sat the phone aside after silencing and getting back to Sarah, laying back against her as I cleared my head of everything for now.

Winter:
"Spend the night?"

She hugged me in closer as if thrilled.

Sarah:
"Of course."

Notes

Sorry if there's errors. Should I stop the story at chapter 80 or no?

Hi to the new subs. ;)