The Night I Met Harry

My face was pressed harshly to the floor, the smell of breakfast making their welcomed way through my nostrils as I lifted my head. Doing so had seemed to create a bumping or knocking around in my head from the inside out. I hold my face as if it'll subside with the attention...it didn't at all.

Winter:
"Fuck."

I hear the profanity slip from my lips as I try concealing myself of the bright light that seemingly shines from every direction. I feel like crap in my skin. My hairs everywhere and a headache sits itself between my eyes as they open.

Julie:
"Great, you're up."

She slides the pills my way along with a bottled water I seem to crave once seeing sight of. I sip immediately.

Julie:
"You should probably call Harry back. He's going to kill you."

How ironic, that's the last thing I care about at the moment.

Winter:
"Mom still has her, yea?"

She nods and I lean my back against the sofa. I'm wondering why I hadn't decided on sleeping on it than beside it rather.

Julie:
"We tried getting you to the bed but you're so stubborn, you know that?"

Of course I knew that, they'd never let me forget.

Winter:
"Where's my phone? I should check on her."

She has next to nothing on as she seats herself on the couch across from me. I focus on mostly keeping my eyes closed but I'm listening to every word.

Julie:
"About that...You may have left it at the club.‎"

I sigh with annoyance but mostly for other reasons burdening me right now.

Julie:
"Don't feel bad, I left mine too. You can use Sarah's."

I attempt getting up and I'm instantly forced with the urge to puke. I pour air into my lungs but it doesn't seem to help. The light-headedness threatens to draw tears as another step is taken.

Winter:
"I'm going to get air."

My feet carry me to the front door and all at once I'm hit with the chilling day. Goosebumps are rising on my skin’s surface but I don't mind it now. It seems to help unclog my head a bit. It's only until the wind blows that I realize I'm in a pair of someone's house shorts and a tank top that fits a little loosely. Likely Sarah's.

The door opens and I quickly remove my back from it to keep my balance. It's her again.

Julie:
"You okay?"

Define okay.

Winter:
"Mm hm."

I'm holding my abdomen as if the support will keep me eased.

Julie:
"If it helps, you really had fun...we knew you were drunk when you stopped turning down the guys."


I snap my head up‎ immediately with the statement.

Winter:
"...Explain that."

I don't think I even want to know. She looked out over the quiet neighborhood toward the direction the sun had been coming from. It was the only thing keeping me from freezing to death.

Julie:
"It wasn't bad. We never let them get too close to you, don't worry."

She spoke as if it were harmless but still I knew I'd be given a hard time if Harry knew.

Julie:
"But you and Sarah on the other hand..."

I really didn't need the strategic pauses for effect.

Julie:
"You guys always make out when you're drunk."

I clear my throat, pushing my hair away from my face with the thought.

Winter:
"‎But we didn't last night though, right...?"

I tried remembering the sequence of things but it had only summoned back the headache.

Julie:
"Yes. That's what I'm telling you."

Winter:
"Shit. Julia, I knew this was a bad idea."

And what the hell was that about anyways? I'm not even into girls.

Julie:
"Oh relax. We're all friends."

Winter:
"Yea, but I'm a mom. ‎And Harry will kill me."

I sit on the steps despite its aching cold contact with my skin.

Julie:
"Really? I would have thought that he was into that."

Winter:
"Not funny."

Julie:
"Well he can't have much to say. He's the reason you're here."

I had honestly forgotten all about that; the lies and weird behavior on his part. Slowly I begin putting things into prospective and realizing I have little reason to inflate with guilt. I wasn't the asshole this time.

Winter:
"...before we'd never just stay away from home this way. I should be with my daughter right now."

‎She sighed as if annoyed with that response.

Julie:
"God. Stop it, Winter. ‎You're a great mother...and you're entitled to at least one off night sometimes alright."

Though that was up for debate, I held onto it for a while...All I’d worry about for now was a steaming hot shower.
--

We sat there on the floor right across from each other. My legs were crossed Indian style while I watched him gently dab the side of her cheek with her bib to collect the spilled milk. The view was artfully inspiring me but I realized I held a lot of anger that had yet to surface between us. Honestly, I wanted to keep it that way. I was losing interest in arguing over things I ultimately held no control over. I thought I was happy…but the events of our lives after Riley kept judging the thought. I’d taken a band in my distance and pulled my hair back into it and away from my face thoughtfully. I seemed to see vividly this way.

Harry:
“You want to start or should I?”

I half ignore the words and rather think about how many bottles are left in the frig for her before I’ll have to make more. He breathes heavily to express his disapproval and get my attention to fix to him.

Harry:
“It only works when you cooperate…”

Again and I’m trying to seem more confident about the conversation he wants to have…the one where we ask each other questions that hover in the mists of consciousness and later form into rage and resentment. I don’t want that but it’s already happened. I wait for him to take the lead while I watch Riley. He doesn’t start and it’s quiet between us…but I know he’s giving me time. He’s patient like that.

Winter:
“Are you…”

I wish things weren’t so complicated between us right now. It only makes it harder.

Winter:
“…Are you sleeping with her?”

I watch him closely though I’m a little weary of the response. My stomach begins the thing it does when I’m worried or unsure of myself. I ignore it as the crease forms between his masculine eyebrows and he receives the information. I’m waiting.

Harry:
“Is that what you think…that I sleep with other women?”

Winter:
“Answer the question or I’m getting up.”

Harry:
“No. Never. I’d never do that…You obviously think I’m a prick.”

I actually wasn't entirely opposed to the thought. He sounds hurt but I’ll take it. It’s the way I’ve been for awhile now. Some part of me knew he’d never do that…but still there was the other half that encouraged me to ask anyways.

Harry:
“I’m sorry okay. I’ve told you everything. I just can’t believe you’ve been thinking that. I’m not even attracted to other women, Winter.”

Whatever. I was back in my state of silence, choosing rather to just register my feelings for what he’d just communicated to me. I just wish this entire thing could have been avoided.

Winter:
“You’re mine, so I had to ask. And listen, I’m sorry she’s going through that…But with all due respect, it’s not your problem. If anything you’re making things worse for her.”

He’s nodding to my surprise, and I notice briefly that she has his large index in a grip in her small hands. God, I’d never forget the sight.

Winter:
“…Do you love her back? Even a little...?”

Harry:
“No.”

Winter:
“Honesty…”

Harry:
“No, Winter. I don’t feel for her that way…My heart is sort of occupied, wouldn’t you say?”

I hold out my arms and he slides the car seat closer to my body. I take her out and her small body is warm and abundant in my arms. She’s at rest up on my shoulder atop the blanket, and I’m sure to support her head before patting her back gently. I give her cheek a peck or two, loving the fact that she’s in the stage of staying awake frequently. I look up to see he’s been watching quietly and the conversation resumes.

Harry:
“It’s a little scary…how much I love you... I don’t think you understand that sometimes. And I get that it’s been partially my fault, but I’m obsessed… and it just pisses me off when you think otherwise.”

Well I wouldn’t if he didn’t give me reasons to. I can’t keep his eye contact for whatever reason but he knows I’m listening.

Harry:
“I was completely out of line for the other night…I know that and it won’t happen again.”
Winter:
“Good.”

Harry:
“Now, you.”

He’s got his arms crossed and I’m feeling a little like I’ve just gotten in trouble with the teacher.

Winter:
“There’s nothing much to tell. Mom watched her while I went out with the girls. I wore something short and sat by the bar. There’s nothing to be upset about.”

Harry:
“How short?”

Winter:
“Harry.”

Harry:
“No flirting or anything, right? Because I’ve heard a few things.”

Why did that statement not surprise me? His friends are only ever loyal to one of us.

Winter:
“Whoever says that is an asshole. I mean, guys did approach a lot but I didn’t entertain it.”

She burps and I feel success when nothing spills from her lips.

Winter:
“Good girl.”

I mumble softly. I know if I put her down she’ll cry. It’s endearing how spoil we have this kid.

Harry:
“And you just stayed out to piss me off right?”

Winter:
“No…I drank a little more than I meant to so…I never made it here. I don’t remember much of the night, just waking up at Sarah’s. It won’t happen again.”

I finish before he can interject how much he disapproves of that behavior.

Harry:
“No one’s ever sleeping away from this house again, we clear?”

I nod, though he needs to hear that more so than I do.

Winter:
“And are you sure you won’t want to lie to me and go to see if she’s alright.”

Harry:
“I’m certain. I’ve already handled it.”

I didn’t know if I liked the sound of that.

Winter:
“…Should I be worried?”

Harry:
“No sweetheart.”

And I smile without meaning to. I’m taking in his image across from me and the smell of her unique scent in unison. His hair has gotten longer, still dark and flattering around his gorgeous face. It’s hypnotizing really.

Winter:
“I love it when we have these talks, by the way.”

Not really during but certainly after.

Harry:
“Me too. I’ll make sure we do it more…I know you can be really quiet most of the time but I know it’s in your personality.”

He’s crawling over toward us and I reposition her to lie against my crossed forearms. My lips are feeling him now and his fingers are smooth in my hair. It’s slow and thoughtful, intimate as his tongue breaches my lips. And there goes the butterflies. We’re so weird. It’s crazy how I can want little to do with him and like clockwork I’m accepting his apologies and back under his spell.
He pulls backward and rubs our noses close. His eyes are closed as he speaks.

Harry:
“Can my mom watch her tomorrow. Just for the morning…or the night…or the day, your pick.”

I start to laugh as I take note of his guy-needs.

Winter:
“Yea, the day.”

It’s been awhile.
--
I’m nervous for some reason. I’m hoping that the time I spent healing and being inactive for that exact reason won’t draw me into pain. Don’t get me wrong, the size of him was never a bad thing so long as I was completely ready for it. I stare at random things around the room, realizing that I had very little to occupy myself when she wasn’t around. I’m waiting for him to get from the shower and before that waits to long he appears in the room. His towel hugs his waist and I consciously adore the where the muscles dimple into his stomach, falling into his love trail.

Harry:
“Come here.”

He places both hands on the bed while I crawl to him and he flips me to lie on my back. I’m glad that other than the small scar there’s not much to be insecure about. I take a moment to silently thank my genetics for that as his lips kiss about my neck. I instantly feel the heat just knowing that he wants me so badly. He’s tugging his shirt from my body and I lock our hands together to comfort myself. He’s kissing downward my body after the bra is removed and touches slowly over my laced underwear. I take a breath through my nose with the attention there and against the sheets, I feel myself melting. Now his lips are around the color of my nipple as his hands continue they’re mission. I know he understands my fear of before when he goes on for awhile and I continue to lose it from beneath him. His lips are merging with mine again, as he tugs off the fabric and gently presses one of his large fingers there. My breath is hitched with the experience.
I hug him close as the feeling causes me to tremble into the waves of pleasure. The duvet is soft beneath my body and the closed door presses out the draft. I hear the tick of the clock just left of me on the wall and his rhythm seems to move to it. His lips are missing from my skin for a moment and then in seconds it’s there to my pleasure point just gently. I feel the shyness slowly diminish with the height and I rub my fingers in his hair while he continues to delight me. I secretly love how he’s never shy about it. I feel the flicker just where I need it most and the pulse of his finger still drives me to the edge.

Winter:
“…I-if you don’t stop, I’ll finish Harry.”

For a moment he doesn’t listen and the high is only seconds away. My body is gravitating toward him with his every move and I can’t think of why we’ve waited so long for this. I feel it coming in the pit of my stomach and my fingertips are feeling great along with everywhere else the pleasure’s spilling. I’m about to fall into it when he stops immediately and my moans fall with it.

Winter:
“Ugh, you asshole.”

He’s smiling and I find nothing funny right now. He’s biting my neck before I have time to protest and I feel the head of him slowly press in. He bites harder to cushion the harshness for me and I feel my fingernails scratch at his back intensely. It doesn’t hurt but first I’m overwhelmed. He seems to know it and waits there for a second, rubbing my hair and pecking my face to take my mind away from it.

Harry:
“Tell me when, babe.”

My eyes are closed but I know he’s closely watching me. I open them to see through into his intimately and give a slight nod of assurance. He pulls back and I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. The pleasure finds me as he pushes back in and our fingers lock again. He holds it there, with my hip in his other hand and the pace is set. My lips continue to part with every movement and his moans are synced to mine. I love the feel of his stomach against mine while I noses continue to brush. His breathing is uneven and I feel complete at the thought of him enjoying himself.

Harry:
“Am I hurting you?”

Winter:
“No, don’t stop.”

I get out just barely as he pushes back in and I give his damp hair another feel.

Harry:
“I almost forgot how good you feel.”

My lip is taken between my teeth and I’m literally thinking the same of him.

Again and again the rhythm finds itself with us and my head becomes fogged with the need to release. Time is building and his head is back in the crook of my neck in defeat.

Harry:
“Go first.”

The idea alone had brought me closer and I’m letting out sounds of satisfaction toward the ceiling. A few pumps and he finishes before letting a little more of his body weight rest on me as he hugs me close.

Harry:
“Jesus.”

He breathes and I feel him spill into me repeated. That would have been a second Riley if I hadn’t remembered to take my birth control.

Harry:
“All day, right?”

I’m not as tired as I expect to be but I can definitely tell he’ll be falling asleep soon.

Winter:
“All day.”

--

Winter:
“I may have left something out about the other night…Not because I meant to, I swear I forgot until now.”

We stare up at the ceiling while we lie into each other for the second time of the day.

Harry:
“Is it bad?”

Winter:
“Yes. Don’t hate me though okay.”

He moves so now we’re faced one another. I’m praying he doesn’t leave the bed with this.

Harry:
“What now?”

I take a breath and hold his hand into mine.

Winter:
“Jules told me I made out with Sarah.”
His eyes are widened but I’m not sure if he’s pissed or not.

Winter:
“I swear I don’t even remember that. And I know it’s gross of me as a mom, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

I’m giving him those eyes so that he couldn’t possible blow up on me. He thinks for a moment and breathes deeply outward, then pulls me closer until I’m buried back into him.

Harry:
“So Sarah’s stealing my fiancé, huh?”

Winter:
“Hush. Not funny,”

I laugh as he does but still I wait for it.

Harry:
“You were probably just rebelling because of everything. I’m glad you’ve got it out of your system because this doesn’t happen again, got it?”

Winter:
“Okay, Harry.”

Harry:
“You know I hate that. I swear she’s in love with you…but I’ll laugh it off for now.”

I lean up to kiss his lips feeling refreshed at how easy that went.

Notes

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