Silent Cries H.S {AU}

Chapter 33

"Just know that I need you more than you'll ever need me."

-Unknown

Waking up at Harry's was always a lovely experience, especially when I was curled up against his body. His large form completely trapped mine, head nuzzled into the back of my neck, legs pressed tightly to mine, and ample arms weighing down my entire body.

It was the most perfect way to wake up, and I knew nothing could ever compete with it. He made me happiest when he did simple little things like this, like holding me in his sleep. Or how he sighed after every single kiss, his eyes remaining closed for some time before he opened them, a small smile spreading across his lips.

"Kellie." Harry murmured, shifting around, signalling to me that he would be waking soon. I smiled and wiggled around in his grip hoping to gently speed up the process. Harry groaned and squeezed me closer, making me smile slightly. I sighed and snuggled into his grip, enjoying the subconscious death grip. The moment he woke up he'd be apologetic, and loosen his grasp until I would easily be able to slip out. It was kind of annoying that he found me so fragile that he wouldn't hold me tight while conscious.

"Good morning, baby." I heard his deep raspy voice. I giggled and turned to look at him, finding his hair sticking up in different directions, eyes half open, and a lazy smile on his pink lips.

"Good morning." I whispered, turning in his still tight grip. I pressed a kiss to his nose, gently poking his lovely dimple on his left cheek.

"How did you sleep, darling?" I snuggled down into his arms and sighed. Although I still struggled with sleep, I was doing much better, the few hours I did sleep were always peaceful and dream filled.

"Good." I muttered, kissing his collar bones. "How did you sleep?" He chuckled.

"I always sleep wonderfully with you here with me." I was about to reply to his sweet comment, when a sweet little fluff-ball crawled up and rubbed his face against mine.

I began to giggle as he purred and brushed his face on my shoulder. Harry laughed softly and kissed my forehead, before loosening his grip and climbing out of the bed. "I'm going to get ready, my love. We should have some food downstairs." He stopped in the bathroom doorway and turned back to look at me. "Please eat for me?" I nodded and blew him a kiss.

"I will." He smiled softly and went into the bathroom, moments later I heard the shower turn on and stretched in his large, soft, warm bed. Again, I really loved waking up with Harry.

While Harry was in the shower, I went downstairs, holding Munchie to my chest, listening to his little bell jingle as he looked around curiously. Once we arrived in the kitchen, I set him on the floor and giggled as he weaved between my legs and I grabbed a pop tart, taking a seat at the bar with Munchie down below, meowing at me because I was out of reach. I smiled and waved down at him while nibbling on the pop tart, giggling as his meows got louder and louder each time.

"What are you doing to the poor thing?" Harry chuckled, entering the kitchen in black basketball shorts, hair in wet ringlets, and droplets of water running down his magnificent chest. I bit my lip to hold back my wild grin and turned on the bar stool, holding my arms open for a hug. Harry chuckled and enveloped me, squeezing me tightly, and I almost screamed in happiness that he was realizing I'm not as fragile as he thinks I am. I nuzzled into his chest, smiling at the lovely sound of his heartbeat.

"I was just eating." I smiled, looking up at Harry. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head, running his large hand through my hair.

"I'm glad you haven't started fattening him up." I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you more." Harry muttered, resting his head on mine. I smiled softly and closed my eyes, resting in his arms.

We both jumped as my phone went off from where it'd sat all night, on the counter hooked up to the charger. Harry shook his head at how easily startled we were and walked over to the phone, answering the call and turning to look at me as he spoke.

"Hello?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, looking over at me. Then suddenly his eyebrows furrowed. "No, this is her boyfriend." He replied to whoever was on the phone. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, she's right here." He walked over and handed me the phone, sitting on the bar stool next to me, taking my hand and kissing the back.

I lifted the phone up to my ear and cleared my throat, listening closely to the silence on the other side. I fucking hated talking on the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Kellie Zavadil?" A firm voice said on the other side of the phone. My eyebrows furrowed as the sound scratched at the back of my mind. I knew that voice from somewhere.

"Yes, who is this?" I replied, trying to keep the scared annoyance out of my voice.

"We met a long time ago, you may not remember. My name is Detective Jambes." Then it clicked, and I nearly lost the grip on my phone.

"Detective Jammy?" I whispered. He chuckled on the other end and Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, if you remember, I am the one who investigated your father's death." I gulped and bit my lip as my heart began to sting.

"Y-Yes."

"Well, there have been new findings in your old home that may lead us to the killer." Yes, because if I remember right, they didn't accept the only witnesses account, just because she was 4.

"Oh, really?" My voice dulled more with every word.

"Yes, and we were thinking that we would look back at your account of the murder, use a hypnotist, record it multiple times and see if they match up with the evidence. I hope you wouldn't mind." I shook my head slowly, I had wanted my mother in jail since I saw her kill him.

"B-But I live in Albany now." I whispered.

"No problem, I will fly over soon and we can begin the work. I'm determined to find his killer this time, Butterfly." I felt my heart falter as he called me the nickname he'd come up with when I was a little girl, the little girl that he found hiding in the rafters of our attic.

"Thank you." I whispered, and then hung up, setting the phone down gently on the counter.

"Why did a detective call you?" Harry asked, cupping the side of my face.

I turned to look at him, feeling all emotions I'd been building, were suddenly gone. "They-they found evidence to find my fathers killer." Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

"I thought your mum did it?" I nodded.

"She did, but I was the only witness, and since I was 4, they didn't want to rely simply on my statement." Harry nodded and took me in his arms, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Detective Jambes will be flying into Albany to interview me multiple times to make sure my statement is stable and aligns with the evidence they've found."

"I'll be right here for you, I promise." I pressed myself closer to Harry, hearing the steady beat of his heart in my ear.

"I know you will."

I don't think Harry would ever understand exactly how much I really do need him.