Moving On [H.S]

Chapter 26

They arrived home at about 10:45, Isabella asleep in Maya's arms to give Harry a break from carrying her. When they walk through the front door, Harry gently takes his daughter and tucks her in before walking back out to Maya.

"A drink?"

She says, pointing to the liquor cabinet and Harry smirks.

"Wait...are you sure you should?"

He asks hesitantly and she nods.

"I'm fine with alcohol."

She reassures him and he nods. They pour two glasses of whiskey and they sit on the couch.

"What was it that you needed to talk about?"

She asks and he looks over at her.

"You remembered?"

She nods and he sighs.

"When Gemma was holding Isabella...I felt guilty."

He begins and she nods, encouraging him on.

"I just feel terrible for my past mistakes, and I know they're in the past which means I can't do anything about them, but I just wish they could have met sooner."

He says and Maya just nods.

"The least you can do is be thankful they met at all, and let them enjoy their time together."

She says and he nods.

"Thank you for coming. It actually helped my nerves a lot."

He says and she nods.

"I was nervous too."

"They loved you."

He says and she smiles.

"You sure?"

"Positive. If they didn't, they would have let you know, they're very blunt people."

He says and Maya chuckles.

"I'm glad I made a good first impression."

Harry nods, taking a sip from his cup. But a question was nagging at her mind that came up during the day.

"Are we....what are we?"

She asks hesitantly and he feels his heart skip a little.

"Um..well, I'm-..I'm not sure."

He says nervously and she pauses.

"How do you feel about me?"

She asks and he freezes.

"I-....well-"

He looks at her, their eyes meeting, her hazel and his green, and his panic seems to subside.

"I really like you."

He almost whispers, their close proximity now becoming very real to him.

"I really like you too."

She says and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, before she leans in and presses her lips to his. Her hand slowly slides into his hair, knitting his curls between her fingers and bringing them closer.

Memories of the night they intensely made out flip back into her mind and her body reacts before her brain. She gets up on her knees, and straddles him, never breaking the kiss. She can already feel his arousal beneath her, which sends shivers up and down her spine. She pulls back as they catch their breath.

"Harry what are we?"

She asks again, just wanting to feel secure in this...relationship.

"Would you be my girlfriend?"