The Night I Met Harry

I sat up with a book on the couch, his head of curls resting in my lap now. The rest of him was stretched out along the remainder of the chair and it was a comfortable one.
The day was still young so it was possible to read with the light casting from the windows alone. He'd fallen asleep to whatever film had just gone off a short time ago. I slid the bookmark between the pages before closing it with the aroma filling the place from the kitchen.

Winter:
"Harry."

I rubbed against him to interrupt his unconsciousness gently.

Winter:
"Harry, it's been an hour... the oven."

He stirred, opening his eyes and slowly adjusting them to the light. His arms reached upward to pull my face down to him, the tiredness still hovering.
The kiss was an experience. It always was. I cherished the feeling of his face against mine, his scent merging between us at a constant. My hair had fallen around us but he never seemed annoyed by it...there was never a time he pushed it away or stirred because of it...I guess it was just something I noticed over time.

Winter:
"Go, you'll burn it."

I attempted between the close contact of him. His smile told me he was here now.

Harry:
"I'm going."

He said getting up and heading off.

One side of me hated how rocky we could be at times and how much things still got to me when it came to him and other girls. I should feel secure in this relationship but still...honestly I wasn't there yet. I realize though that with the pregnancy, I should be.

I checked my phone with the vibration it had given to see a text from Mason. My fingers were ran through my hair as I thought about whether or not communication was what I wanted with him right now.

It was cut short with my thumb's tap to the screen. The message displayed a drawing that I immediately felt myself connect with. Though I'd distance myself from him I felt like such a fan of his in this way.
It was a sketch of a girl that looked a lot like me...but only from the waves of the hair. She looked downward toward her hands as if unconfident or lost in a way, making it hard to see or make out her features. The shading was genius in itself. It was nice seeing work other than my own... but come to think if it, I really hadn't given that part if me time lately.

The phone displayed an incoming call in the jest of my study, and I took a breath before opening that can.

Winter:
"Hey."

Mason:
"You know... I'm surprised anytime you answer."

Sounded about right.

Winter:
"And why's that?"

Mason:
"I don't know. I feel like I bother you or something..."

I wasn't entirely opposed to that idea either, but cruel was something I didn't like being.

Mason:
"...Did you like her?"

Everything about his voice was warm and quite honest. Like I could easily spill the deepest secret here over the phone to him and not feel judged or guilty about it.

Winter:
"Yea, she's awesome. Who is that?"

The line creaked of a quiet noise, if that were even possible. But I let the course run until he felt it necessary to answer.

Mason:
"Not sure. Just something...I'm glad you like it though."

I didn't know whether to emphasize how much I actually did because of the way things turned out before. On no level did I ever want him getting the wrong idea about we were.

Mason:
"So...what's new with you?"

It hadn't really occurred to me until that question that he didn't know about Riley. I mean of course he knew of Harry, but I couldn't remember whether or not I was showing enough during vacation for him to notice.

Winter:
"Well I have a new house. That's the newest, I guess."

Mason:
"With Harry, right?"

Winter:
"Yea, it was actually a surprise for me. He thought we needed a bigger place."

Mason:
"Really, why?"

Harry:
"Winter, who is that?"

I looked up from my lap for the first time since answering his call to see Harry leaned against the wall of the living room.

Winter:
"Umm...I have to go, Mason. Thanks for calling, and thanks for the picture it really made my day."

Mason:
"Sure...and thanks for the talk. it made mine."

He had to go there.

Winter:
"No problem."

His arms were folded across his chest as he stared angrily down at me with the ending of the call.

Winter:
"Don't okay. It's just a phone call."

Because he had his own things going on with us right now so there was little room for questioning me. I mean honestly what was the worst I could do with this stomach anyways?

I felt the silent treatment come along as he sat next to me... sigh. This again.

Harry:
"Okay."

Winter:
"There's honestly other things I want to discuss. "

Harry:
"Mm hm, Like?"

I didn't care if he was annoyed, I wanted to focus on things that really mattered to me right now.

Winter:
"Like..."

Harry's POV:

Despite how much that name escaping her mouth made my blood boil, I could honestly say I'd never trusted anyone more than I did her. That was just it. So if letting it go for now is what would keep things leveled, then it was done.

I watched as she slid herself closer to me, laying her head in my lap like I'd always done her. My finger's first instinct was to trail through that hair I loved so much and so they did. How I manage to care for a single person this much in my life was something I still hadn't wrapped my head around. The thought of us not working was one I actively entertained though I knew it was unhealthy to. But she could be so stubborn at times and big mistakes were what my life was founded on. The thing was...I was still learning.

Winter:
"Like how... I'm kind of scared for the birth."

My heart fell at her tone of voice and how unexpected that was. I wasn't before sure what she'd say but I definitely didn't think it would be that. I was split, torn with confusion and just wanting to know the reason for that statement.

Harry:
"I'm listening..."

She lie there in her bra looking shyly away from me. I kissed her forehead, keeping my arms linked around her in quiet fear. She was warm and smooth in feeling with the round of her stomach fully bare to me. This was secretly how I loved her best.

Winter:
"Because of the asthma... you know it's bad. What if- I mean if she-"

Harry:
"No. Don't do that, Winter. Your doctor knows about that, he'll handle it."

She listened quietly.

Harry:
"How long have you been thinking about that?"

Winter:
"...A while. It's just scary not knowing."

Her chest rose and fell in release as I rubbed my face to hers. I felt the urgency to protect her from the tears I felt between it.

Harry:
"I'll call him, alright. I'm sure there's an easy solution."

I noticed her hands were nervous...something I hadn't seen in awhile now and that made my heart sore.

Harry:
"Hey..."

Her eyes were closed but opened at my command. God she was so beautiful to me.

Harry:
"You trust me right?"

My lips pecked about her face affectionately so she'd settle. I needed her to stay calm about it...so that I could too.

Winter:
"I do."

Harry:
"It'll be fine."

It was a good thing I had made her desert so she would lose this conversation between it. It was her favorite I'd always counted on to put a smile on her face. And now I had more than enough reason to.

Winter:
"...Think she'll have it too?"

No. I prayed to god she wouldn't because that would something I lived with everyday. I still thought of the days after I'd lost my sister because of it...and there was still no way of healing that wound.

Harry:
"No..."

I forced certainty in my voice to avoid her further stressing about it...I hoped it had come across.

Harry:
"But she'll look just like you, I know it. Gorgeous with beautiful skin and hair."

I smiled into her neck between pecks.

Winter:
"But she has to have the dimples, that would be life changing."

I couldn't contain the laugh building from within my stomach in that moment. It echoed to the walls and back again constantly as I held her tightly to me. But more importantly, I was just glad the mood had lifted.

Notes

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