The Night I Met Harry

Winter:
"What about Paisley? Paisley's cute."

Harry:
"Yea, I like that."

We lie next to each other against the floor next to the bed. I'd gotten down here first in lei of the constant nausea. It had felt a bit thinner down here and he'd done so to avoid me feeling ridiculous. It hadn't worked.

Harry:
"Or your last name. I like that as well...I mean, that wouldn't be the worst idea since we'll be getting rid of it soon."

I thought as I rubbed my eyes at the hour. His fingers could be felt in the other nearest him.

Winter:
"You want to name her Riley?"

I continued as I waited for him to go on. His cologne hugged the air between us. A thought came across me of liking the idea along with a mile more. It dreamt of how older I felt now in this relationship and the contrast of myself between this and the one before it. We didn't fight, but things often drifted in complications. He'd just gotten me a house and everything between... but I was still pondering how I'd genuinely felt about that.

Harry:
"I think it's pretty."

I smiled eyeing the ceiling of detail.

Winter:
"Done."

The air was chilled from the system of the air conditioner causing me to shift a bit.

Harry:
"I'll turn it down. Come on, you should get in bed now."

He helped me up gently and proceeded in assisting me onto the high of the bed. The covering was comfort and therapeutic as I lie my head against the pillow and watched him undress. Something ran reverse into mind the longer I spent within the walls of this place. I felt myself blink quickly as I sat up and pushed my hair from view.

Winter:
"Harry.."

His shirt was taken off and thrown aside as if he hated the restriction of it. I watched him ruffle his hair while I waited for a response, hand placed against the round of my stomach.

Harry:
"Go on."

The courage was there a second ago but I felt myself reject it. I took silence for a second as I stare at him. All dark hair and green eyes there in front of me. They looked to me in question affectionately.

Winter:
"I really love it here, I do but..."

They went to narrow closely when he leaned himself against the bedding.

Winter:
"How can I just...keep accepting these things from you Harry. I mean everything is always beautifully...and expensive."

I hoped he hadn't been taking this wrong. But I continued before he had a chance to chime in.

Winter:
"It makes me feel weird, Harry. I have money too. And I just feel like you've been paying for everything in my life."

He walked to my side of the bed, sitting quietly and rubbing his face in a manner I wasn't sure of.

Harry:
"I'm suppose to do these things for you. I want to do them because...it's just what you do for people you feel this for."

He didn't look up at me, choosing to rather keep himself and the thoughts that lingered concealed by his words. I knew he'd respond this way but I needed him to get the point.

Winter:
"It makes me feel gross, Harry."

He sighed getting up and pacing away.

Harry:
"Look. We're not dating, we're pass that. So I don't know why you'd feel this way."

Winter:
"Actually we've never really dated. Unless sex counts."

Shit, I was regretting that already. I went to dial back and explained but feared making it worst. He lingered for a moment before walking toward the door.

Harry:
"Right...I'm sorry. I'll call the realtor in the morning."

His voice was deep but soft in delivery and the door was closed behind him.

--

I thought we were pass leaving when anger struck between us but I guess I was wrong about that. Dam I hated the feeling of any bed with out his company. When he left it hadn't occurred to me he'd been actually leaving the house. It was my first time here and even with the cars I was completely lost here.

I felt unsettled so movement was what I needed now despite the ruff adjustment to the weight of my stomach. It was cold without the concealment of the duvet but I continued to walk about with very little on.

The only sign I had of his absence was the car spent from the driveway, other than that it was pretty unlikely to tell from the house alone. Spacious and beautifully it was and I admired his taste. The draping across the tall windows and it's color coordination with the rest of the house was commendable.

The sound of the door was alarming before fully acknowledging his entrance. A little imbalance I should add upon closer examination. He held his head before pulling off his jacket and flopping himself upright against couch. I waited before approaching, as he hadn't yet realized my presence. My first reaction was a soreness that grew in my chest, pumping itself to distribute throughout my veins at the mere idea of him drinking because of this.

Winter:
"Harry?"

I heard a deep hum in answer as I stepped closer to see him. Yes. He had definitely drank...a lot.

He opened his eyes slowly to look up at me sluggishly.
I felt really sad now. Whenever that feeling involved him it was the worst kind of sad.

Winter:
"Am I that bad?"

He closed them back and I felt that was answer enough.

Winter:
"Did you drive here, Harry?"

He kicked off his shoes and laid heavily against the couch.

Harry:
"She um..."

The words were sluggish as well as I folded my arms across my chest there awkwardly.

Harry:
"A friend."

I let the thought fizzle before I could entertain it and walked back up to bed.

--

Winter:
"Thanks."

I expressed to her after shutting the car door.

Sarah:
"That's so beautifully Winter, why are you complaining."

She said as she looked passed me, her arms reaching over to lean for a better view.

Sarah:
"I'm touring when we get back."

Winter:
"Yea, if he doesn't sell it by then."

Sarah:
"He won't be that drastic, he was just upset...where is he by the way?"

Winter:
"Still on the couch. He drank a lot last night, I know it."

Sarah:
"So much that he couldn't go with you to your check up? He's the dad, I hope whatever he's doing doesn't become a thing."

We seemed to back in familiar territory by this mark in the conversation. I lingered on every word but not for too long.

Winter:
"It's my fault I guess. I wasn't rejecting the house but I'm guessing he took it that way...he's sick of me you know."

Sarah:
"Don't be silly."

She brushed he knuckles against the skin of my arm softly from across the arm rest.

Sarah:
"No ones ever sick of you."

It drew a smile, probably in which she'd intended.

Sarah:
"We're on time right?"

Winter:
"Early actually, but it's fine. I'm the only one he takes this young in the morning."

If I was honest I was just happy the dialog had steered elsewhere now.

Winter:
"Hey can I ask something, Sarah?"

She focused to the road making it easier to ask whatever I wanted.

Winter:
"How do you feel about girls?"

She smiled as if amused with the phrase but that was only an assumption.

Sarah:
"As in?"

Winter:
"Are you attracted to them?"

Sarah:
"Wow. Where is that coming from, Winter?"

She'd turned the radio off completely in reply.

Winter:
"Just asking..."

She drove silently until she'd come to a stop light and the car stood at a pause.

Sarah:
"I know what it feels like to have feelings for a girl, yes. Just once before... but I've never acted on it so basically I'm into guys."

I nodded as I watched her confess to me. She spoke so softly. If it weren't for the enclosed space of the car I probably wouldn't have heard her.

Winter:
"Hey...why didn't you tell me? We're best friends."

She glanced over to me thoughtfully before pulling into the parking lot of the building.

Sarah:
"We're here."

She said putting the car in park and stepping out.

Sarah:
"Let's go."

--


Winter:
"Come by later, alright. Right now I just really have to talk to him."
She nodded in understanding before I'd gotten out of the car and proceeded up the driveway toward the house.

I closed the door behind me, immediately setting down my things and taking small steps toward the couch.

Harry:
"Where the hell were you? You know I've been waiting for you all day."

He looked up while addressing me sternly as my eyes peered over the floor.

Harry:
"And a phone, you just don't know what that is anymore huh?"

Winter:
"I had an appointment today...Sarah took me."

He didn't seem to like that but it wasn't like I had any other choice.

Harry:
"You could have waken me."

Winter:
"You were drinking last night. Why would I do that?"

I sat on the couch but not to close to him, because mentally we weren't very close at the moment.

Winter:
"Where's your car?"

His eyes were away to someplace random in the air as if looking for the answer.

Winter:
"Harry."

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

Problem was...whenever I heard that an angry state was usually the demeanor that followed.

Harry:
"At Jesse's."


I left cold and unwanted. My heart had fallen...and felt disrespected in its slot. Though I'd heard, I was sure I didn't. Whatever movie or game this was I hadn't been enjoying right now. I wanted to ask, or beg his pardon but I wasn't sure I needed a repeat. Not in a million years did I think I'd hear that name off of the tip of his tongue again. Or the vibration in the drums of my ears, unsettled.

Harry:
"It was nothing like that. I just needed someone to talk to. I was pissed at you, I'm sorry. You don't know how much effort went into this only to know you didn't want it."

The answer was politically correct, but he was so in trouble with me right now. I held my stomach as if covering her ears to the foolishness. I think the unborn was a little too young to know deceit and right now, deceit or not, I didn't care to hear it either. I grabbed my phone, pressing number four on speed dial and putting it to my ear.

Winter:
"Turn around. Please come and get me."

Harry:
"No. Baby, stop. Please."

He'd taken the phone from my fingers to read the screen and place it against his ear beneath the curls.

Harry:
"Yea, Sarah. It's fine. We're talking, she'll call you later. "

I didn't object because I didn't have it in me to. Not to argue or speak in acceptance or understanding.

He hung it up and slipped it in his back pocket as he approached me.

Harry:
"Listen, please. Don't leave like I did, okay. It doesn't help. I regret it myself."

Right now what I was regretting most was coming back. I felt myself grow lack of emotion and shut down any feelings that would come of this.

Winter:
"That's close enough."

He stopped in caution of pushing me away.

Harry:
"I didn't go in, or call her. I just drove there...I had intended to call, I won't lie. Only because I was angry...and I knew she would answer."

His eyes could be felt on me but I didn't receive them. I remained away from him as his words attempted to connect with me.

Harry:
"That's not what I wanted baby. My judgment's just off when I'm angry. She's not what I want...There's a pub near there. I walked to it and drank till I'd gotten numb."

He told me drinking wasn't what he wanted but I guess he'd just meant unless under the right circumstances.
Harry:
"It was then that I called her. I don't remember when that was or how it went but I woke up here."

Winter:
"Give me my phone."

Harry:
"Stop, Winter. Don't shut down. Argue with me, yell at me, tell me you hate me. Anything...just don't leave."

Winter:
"I trusted you...I told you to be with her before if that was what you wanted. Why would you go anywhere near her if you're with me?"

Harry:
"I'm sorry."

Winter:
"Yea, I'm starting to realize that."

I'd gotten up to pace for room to think before I said anything else.

Winter:
"I just don't get it. I wasn't asking for you to sell the place, I just wanted you to know how I felt. This place is gorgeous. Why would I want you to sell it. But you...you left so quickly."

I didn't know if I were talking to him or myself but the words had a direction. He just did not know how many guys I could be entertaining every time we'd had an argument...even with the pregnancy they're relentless. But I wouldn't do that to him. I just wouldn't...ever.

I went over to the frig in hoped I'd see ice cream there though the place was new. I thanked hid as I open the door and grabbed the entire tub along with a spoon from the rack.

Harry:
"Where are you going?"

I ate as he questioned cautiously.

Winter:
"To watch Frozen."

--
Harry's POV

A few days had gone by now and I felt the distance settle like rain between us. Though we breathed the same air, it was rare that I saw her about. I knew I deserved this punishment or whatever it was for a person of my age, so I'd take it.

It was dark now as she climbed onto the bed, but I could see her round stomach covered snugly with the white fabric of her tank top. Her boobs were definitely growing a lot more lately causing me to smile to myself at her adorable appearance despite our situation.

I couldn't remember the last our skin had made contact, with it seeming like forever ago now. When she settled into the sheets she'd turned to face away from me. Her beautifully dark head of hair could be felt against my bare arms, giving me something to find comfort for the night. I'd rather her skin but that couldn't happen now.

--

I'd sat through a business meeting, mandatory for some things I had going on lately yet felt completely useless. The longer it took, the longer I missed her...the more I realized my betrayal to her. Imagining her with Scott was something I couldn't stomach, which caused the guilt to further seep.

Afterward I tried calling.
Nothing. But as I entered the car to head there it hadn't stopped me from doing so again. I was still adjusting to the new route, and quite pleased she liked her birthday present after everything. I just wish I hadn't sabotaged so soon after.

I headed upstairs, soon realizing that she'd been taking a shower now. I enter the bathroom to sit in the chair there in the corner. The glass was fully steamed and only the sound of water entering and escaping could be heard.

I didn't ask to join her but settled on undressing and entering anyways. She already heard me enter the bathroom so she didn't alarm when I'd joined her in the walls of the glass doors.

Winter's POV

I resisted the urge to leave and rather stood there with my back turned. I allowed the water to move against me when I felt my damped hair being pulled aside to make way for a peck to my shoulder.
I didn't flinch or jack away though I wanted to. But waiting is what held me there.

Harry:
"I just want to hold you...that's all."

I folded my arms over my stomach, rubbing the soap in.

Harry:
"Please."

I listen to the plead in his voice and it'd broke my heart. My feet turned me to face him without ever really making eye contact. The only way this was happening was because there was no formal way of escaping it now. I laid my head into his chest and allowed him to cradle me in. He was a lot taller and my stomach stuck out considerably but it was a decent hug none the less.

--

As the days came and went the tension fizzled out more and more.

Winter:
"What kind are they?"

Harry:
"I made banana."

I felt myself excite because he honestly made the best pancakes ever. I sat up as I tried waking fully and he'd sat the platter on the night stand table beside me.

Winter:
"You didn't have to."

He said sitting down on the bed next to me.

Harry:
"I know you love them, so why not."

His chest was bare and lounge shorts clung to his bottom half. The day had shown through the blinds brightly, setting the mood a bit. He watched as I'd gotten up to brush my teeth, heading to the bathroom sleepily.

I returned after washing my face and hands as well and he'd still been sat in the same position. Eyes were on me still and I'd stood in front of him, waiting for a word.

Harry:
"I like those underwear."

He pulled me closer cautiously and his fingers lingered around the band of them before trailing my legs playfully. I liked it a little more than he knew but then that was always the case. His dimples alone set the tingling in. I tried on ignoring them for the time being.

Harry:
"Winter..."

His voice was deep and sweet as his touch continued.

Harry:
"I'm sorry."

I sat on the bed when he'd gotten up and rested between my legs. I was beginning to get the hint when is fingers trailed up and down them softly.


Winter:
"I know."

Harry:
"...I want to touch you...badly."

A chill struck my spine as he pulled the tie from my hair slowly. I bit my lip involuntarily. A tad shy as I looked up at him. We'd been together a number of times but his affection always had an effect on me. Mad at him or not.

Harry:
"Can I?"

His hands rested on my cheek to rub gently. I felt myself nod slowly without losing his eye contact.

Harry:
"Lie back."

I did so slowly and cautiously, feeling the softness of the duvet beneath me. My tank top revealed my lower stomach and he'd begun tracing it with his fingertips. Lips hovered against the bump. He kissed my navel gently while his hands traveled lower. They were warm against me as I closed my eyes. He pushed the lace to the side to my great pleasure, and the sensations began in satisfying me.

He kissed my nose to encourage me while his hands kept steadily. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over my weak spot as I stare up at him through lazy eyes.

Harry:
"Feel good?"

I heard my sounds against the walls as my grip on my hair tightened. A quick nod was enough.

I felt his finger penetrate slowly as my breath hitched in my throat. I found it difficult to keep still. His soft lips pressed with mine with the tip of his tongue slipping in and out with our exchange. I didn't know what it would be like after but now that thought didn't matter. He sucked dominantly at my neck causing me to pull closer. These covers were a great choice because between them and the pleasure he gave me I felt another world.

A second finger followed in unison with the warmth he drew around my pleasure point with his tongue as he leveled himself.


Ten minutes now and everything in my vision was beginning to blur together. His curls happily danced across my baby bump and all at once I'd felt the urge to close my thighs. He held them open, licking until I'd relaxed limb onto the bedding. He trailed his kisses again upward until his lips planted them around my neck and I sleepily stared up at the ceiling.

Harry:
"You have to eat now. I'll warm them up for you."

He said pulling me upright despite my reclaimed fatigue. And kissing my forehead.

Notes