Moving On [H.S]

Chapter 15

//Trigger Warning: this chapter contains content about overdosing, so please read with caution//

Maya wakes up to an unfamiliar smell. It's not a bad smell, actually, it's a very nice one. She opens her eyes and sees she is in an unfamiliar room, and the immediate ache in her head lets her know she is hung over. Her head begins to reel with panic as she sits up, and is relieved to see she still has clothes on. Her heart stops when the door opens and she sees Harry walk in, rubbing his eyes and pulling his hair away from his face.

"Hi."

He says and she can't help but laugh a little.

"Good morning."

She says, reluctantly getting out of the comfortable bed.

"Did you sleep alright?"

He asks and she nods, putting her hair up in a bun.

"I should..I should probably get back to my apartment."

"Yeah Isabella will be up soon. She might be a little confused."

Maya chuckles and nods as they walk towards the door.

"I can walk you up-"

"I'll be alright. You should probably stay here in case she wakes up."

He nods, but freezes when she quickly kisses his cheek.

"See ya."

She says, as a blush creeps onto her cheeks and she walks away. Harry stands there in a daze, replaying that moment over and over again in his head until she is out of sight. He shuts the door, feeling like a lovesick high school girl in a coming of age movie. He shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts out of the clouds so he can plan his day. He makes bacon and eggs for breakfast and gently wakes up Isabella.

"Good morning angel, breakfast is ready."

He says and she yawns, wrapping her arms around him so he can carry her. He carries her to the kitchen and sits her down with her food in front of her.

"Are you feeling better after last night?"

She nods and quietly eats beside him. The lazy Sunday goes by slowly, as they sit and watch movies, eating snacks, and just relaxing. As they watch the Little Mermaid, Isabella asks a question.

"Was my mom pretty?"

She asks looking up at Harry. He pauses and nods.

"She was very pretty."

"Can I see a picture of her?"

She asks and he pauses, hesitantly taking out his phone and scrolling through his camera roll to the one picture he has left of her.

"This was your mom holding you for the first time.."

He says, handing her the phone and she holds it in her small hands. Gracie's dark hair was tied back in a bun, as her tears stained cheeks glinted under the lights. She looks down at the baby in her arms with all the care and love in the world, only to leave a month later.

"She is pretty..."

Isabella says and Harry nods, trying not to get emotional over the picture. When Gracie left he cried for weeks just looking at the one picture, amongst others. He swiped over and showed Isabella the one family picture they have. It's still in the hospital, just with Harry kneeling beside Gracie as he looks at his new daughter.

"If she loved me...then why did she leave?"

Isabella asks, looking up at Harry. He blinks a few times, gently taking the phone back and putting it back into his pocket.