The Night I Met Harry

I seat myself up high at the table of our common area, placing my elbows on the table and gripping the pen a little tighter than I meant to. I take a moment to collect myself before starting...Only I've been starting for about an hour now. I stare down at the paper, tapping the drawing utensil against the glass table to savor the sound. It's blocking me from conjuring things that aren't good for me right now. My palm is placed against my forehead and my fingers proceed in sliding in my scalp for relief. It sucks that I don't feel it.

Harry:
"...You want to talk about it?"

And it's just occurred to me that he's been standing there. I don't jump or panic but rather continue my search of soul through the plain white slate of paper. The last time I was blocked liked this it was because I'd been experiencing problems with Harry. I remember distinctly what or rather who had brought me out of that state...but seeing him now was so out of the question.

Winter:
"Talk about what?"

My best coping mechanism with anything was simply to shut it out. It may not have been the best for everyone but for me it worked just fine. I really hope he didn't poke about the Julie thing.

Harry:
"Well you've been there for about an hour. It's never taken you that long to at least start..."

And it had been that way for a few days now.

Winter:
"Yea...It gets this way sometimes."

Before I could let that out I can feel his lips trailing my shoulder from behind. His fingers linger around my waist area and with my mood I initially want to push them away. I stop myself, remembering what this person meant to me and focus on receiving it. My eyes close for a moment as he trails the them toward my neck. I love the way his fingers feel in the soft waves of my hair as he gives his full attention to me.

Harry:
"What do you need?"

Some form of self medication but I know better these days.

Winter:
"...for a drive. Can we go for a drive?"

Harry:
"Of course. You want mom to keep her for awhile longer?"

I mentally take note of how he refers to my mom, Linda. We've come a long way. I nod slowly as his deep voice creates a vibration against my skin.

Harry:
"Okay. Go and grab your coat, alright."

--

I'm laid on the hood of the car next to him. The night is dark yet vibrant as we stare at the soul of it in the sky. Stars greet us beautifully against it and the fresh calming smell of night air hovers beneath my nose the more the wind blows. It slowly begins to cleanse me and my thoughts dissolve quietly into the night. I clutch his fingers as he hugs me closely and I really appreciate the chill the night puts around us. His fingers are doing that thing again in my hair and I feel myself calming to it. I'd be so lost if it weren't for having him. Too many things had been pulling me further and further away from reality these days to rest in a place of fog and uncertainty.


His phone buzzes between us and he motions for me to pull it out of the pocket of the part of his coat I'm rested on. I glance at the screen just briefly as I pass it to him when I see something that stimulates my curiosity.

Did you tell her yet?

I wait for him to say something about it but he just checks it and proceeds to placing it back in his opposing pocket. I let it linger between us for a moment before it consumes too much of my personality.

Winter:
"What's that about?"

Harry:
"Nothing."

He answers too quickly. Hmm...I wouldn't pry about it because I just wasn't that type of partner. But I also didn't allow myself to mentally pick it apart either. And then my own becomes active against the chilled skin of the car. It counts the missed calls from her the more that I ignore it. The other girls are apart of the mix as well but really I'd rather not talk right now.

Winter:
"Tell me that isn't her...because I'd find that really inappropriate."

He breathes and my head rises and falls with his chest.

Harry:
"She just wants to talk to you. She's really apologetic. You want me to just ignore her?"

Well I guess a minute of an absent headache was better than none at all.

Winter:
"Forget I asked, Harry."

I don't even relay it in an upset way. Honestly that would require too much of me right now. I hop up in a bit of an annoyance.

Winter:
"I'm just going for a small walk. I'll double around and come back here if that's okay."

Harry:
"It's not. You're not walking by yourself this late at night."

Winter:
"Please, don't be difficult. I just need a break."

Harry:
"You don't get a break from me. That's how this works."

I was so about to say something I really didn't want to at the moment but I hated that he wouldn't stop pushing. I looked down at my fingers silently begging them to steady and I felt my emotions bring them on. He continues to talk in the background but it ceases when I start...

It felt so good to allow the liquid to fall and part through the lotion I'd moisturized my face with earlier.

Winter:
"Damn it,"

My fingers are cold until he grips them. I turn away because I hate whenever I committed this act in front of people...even him.

Winter:
"Five minutes...I'll walk down the road and come back, I promise."

He removes the dampness from my face with his thumb before grazing my lips to his and nodding in understanding. He's giving me a custom view of his piercing green eyes with the light of the moon hugging against them softly.

Harry:
"Five minutes, go."
--
I try to find a different outlet once back at the house. I'm rearranging the glass bottles of the china his mom had gotten for the place. He's browsing the computer but I noticed he doesn't go very long at all without looking up to check on me.

Harry:
"What do you think of another vacation, babe?"

Winter:
"Sure."

I reply almost robotically as I focus on the trivial task at hand. Whatever keeps me busy, I guess.

Winter:
"I can't leave Riles though, I'd only want to leave early."

Harry:
"I'm aware."

I focus more on putting them in an order that gives them an illusion of ascend. I reach my arm further back, shifting as I go along. I realize that I'm a little too invested in what I'm doing.

Harry:
"A week or two?"

I send that through the dial of my brain when a tickle causes me to sneeze abruptly. I watch almost in slow motion as the bottles I'd been cradling in my arms and fingers go crashing to the floor to accompany my bare feet. Great. I've made a complete mess now. I'm more worried about the stain I've just gotten all over my new rugs than the blood itself seemingly pouring from my bare hands, arms and feet with the broken glass. He's there nearly in a flash.

Harry:
"Jesus Winter-no don't step there!"

He avoids the mess though it helps that he's wearing shoes, and lifts me from the center of it all. I know he's pissed because he sighs repeatedly.

Harry:
"No more of that."

He's stern with his response, causing me to feel more like my shoe size. He gives pressure to the largest cut on my arm with his large hands while opening the appropriate sterilizer and pouring it generously. I want to tell him to relax because it doesn't hurt much but I'm afraid I'd probably get yelled at. When it's wrapped he moves to the next to examine and treat the same before glancing over my legs.

Harry:
"Oh God, you've really harmed yourself."

He sits me on the counter of the bathroom while he fixes them up attentively. I reach for his curls though I probably shouldn't just to lighten the mood a bit. It seems to work because he gives me a peck before going back to finish up.

Winter:
"I'm sorry. I'll clean it up."

Harry:
"I think I'd like you better right here, please. Thank you."

Like I didn't see that coming. I stay put obediently, eying over the bandage wraps and taking in how stupid I was. I don't much get around that though when he returns with a wineglass full of purple substance. I grab it as he hands it to me and sits his own beside me.

Harry:
"Just take the edge off a little, okay?"

He places his hand over my own that cups the glass and encourages it up to my lips for me to sip. Immediately I think of the night we'd first met when he'd done this identically for nearly the same reasons. I smile as a sip goes smoothly down my throat as he watches me.

Harry:
"Success."

He says in reply to my expression and the dimples come out to play.

Harry:
"Give me a few more minutes to clean up. She's keeping her for the night so I'll bring the bottle."

Smooth fingertips brush against my bruised legs and I've developed an intense addiction to the contrast. I hope the night's long.

Notes

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