Unspoken, but Loved (H.S)

Chapter 10-Worried

About a week later, Harry just informed me that his mum, Anne, and sister, Gemma, were coming to L.A, to see him. Harry said he spoke to the both of them and vaguely explained the situation to them. He said they were very excited to meet me and to talk to me.

Their flight was coming at 11 A.M, and it was currently 10 A.M. The airport was only about 15 minutes away so the taxi wouldn't be too long after 11. Harry had gotten up early to clean the house, and prepare food for all of us.

I was extremely nervous, due to the fact I was meeting his family, who he always talks so highly of. I never had or will have that type of connection to any of my family. With his mum and sister being so important to him, I really hoped they liked me. I hope they wouldn't hate me or want Harry to kick me out of his home. In the middle of all this, Harry came up behind me and sat his head on my left shoulder.

"Darling, I can hear your thoughts from a mile away. I promise you they will love you. They are very sweet people and get along with mostly everyone, love, remember, trust me," Harry whispered knowing how stressed I was with the guests coming shortly.

Hearing a honk outside, Harry sprinted up to his front door and pulled it open wide. His face was bright with excitement and love. He jumped forward and hugged both women with much passion. I was standing just a little ways from the door, like a statue. I was frozen to the floor, unable to move from nerves.

After their embrace, he showed them inside and immediately they looked at me. Anne smiled ear to ear and briskly walked over to me giving me a giant tight hug. I flinched away at first, but remembered it's Harry's family, not mine. Wrapping my arms around the woman, I looked behind at Harry looking very happy. Gemma stood next to him glancing at her mother and I's embrace. We pulled away and she stepped back and smiled at me.

Harry led all of us to the couch to relax, and get to chatting. After a few minutes of the family talking, their attention turns to me.

"Ophelia, honey, it's lovely to meet you. Harry has told us so much about you," Anne warmly grinned at me. She seemed to expect an answer from me, and when I didn't say anything back, she looked a bit upset. Noticing the awkwardness, Harry's eyes got wide and he quietly cursed under his breath saying something along the lines of "fucking shit."

"So um, mom, I guess I never mentioned that Ophelia doesn't talk. She's mute," Harry spoke softly, waiting for everyone's reaction including my own since it never came up in conversation that he didn't tell them I was mute.

Anne looked at me shocked.

"Harry dear, may we talk in the kitchen love," Anne spoke solely looking at him. Harry looked over at me with a sad expression but nonetheless nodded and stood up with both Anne and Gemma, heading towards the kitchen.

I sat on the couch, slightly upset that Harry didn't tell them something that identifies me as a person. The one thing people notice at first and decide whether they will put the effort into knowing me. Judging by Anne's face, I could tell she wasn't too fond of me. I was very worried because Harry's family meant so much to him, and I never want to get in between that.

Being the curious person I am, I tip toed to behind a wall near the kitchen. I wasn't a nosy person per say, but I genuinely wanted to know their thoughts on me.

"Harry love, you never mentioned Ophelia was mute. This is a big thing Harry, it's going to be hard to talk and communicate to each other properly. I don't think she can show you that affection and love the way you deserve honey," I heard Anne say very direct to Harry. I heard a sigh and I knew it was Harry.

"Mom, Ophelia is the most amazing beautiful and intelligent woman I know. I know this will take time and work to really be with each other, but mom, she's truly worth it. I think I'm falling for her, hard," Harry solemnly responded to Anne. I didn't hear anything from Gemma, but I assumed she was siding with her mom.

"Are you sure Harry, you sure it's not just sympathy honey," she asked concerned for her sons heart. I had heard enough, I decided to turn around to head upstairs. Someone must've heard my footsteps, because when I just reached the first step, I heard a small 'oh no.'

I didn't turn to see who the voice belonged too, but it was a females tone of voice. Quickly going up the steps, I turned going into Harry's bedroom, and closed the door, locking it behind me. I fell down the door silently crying. I knew they wouldn't accept me. I mean, why would they? Their son is the definition of amazing and perfect, then you look at me.

Minutes later, I slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom. I searched for the one thing that could make things better. A razor. Digging through the cabinet, I found the object I was looking for. It was small, slightly rusted, but good enough for the needed purpose. I slid it across my exposed wrist, feeling the stinging sensation, giving me some relief. I only cut twice, one on each wrist, not wanting to pass out.

"Ophelia, love, I know you heard us talking. I'm so sorry, she didn't mean it. She's just very concerned and protective over me. Please, open the door babe, please let me in," I heard Harry pleading outside the bedroom door.

I stood up and walked towards his voice. My eyes were slightly puffy and swollen from the tears that leaked down my face only minutes before. Opening the door, I didn't look up to meet his eyes. He immediately pulled me into his body, hugging me tight, whispering 'I'm sorry,' over and over again, in my ear.

Walking me back into the room, he closed the door behind him, and led me to the bed I've become familiar with. Harry laid us both down, under the blankets, and spooned me.

"Im so, so sorry Ophelia. I don't know why she was so harsh, I really like you Ophelia. I want you here and I want you in my life," Harry's voice, laced with love, said.

Leaning over to look in his eyes, I focused deep on his green emerald orbs.

"I want you in my life too," I mouthed to him. He automatically knew what I said to him, smiled, and leaned down kissing my dry lips. Kissing him back, I took the initiative and slowly slipped my tongue in his mouth. Battling for dominance, our tongues danced together, showing each other the love the person has for the other.

The rest of the day, we laid in bed, cuddled up watching countless funny movies. I learned that after me hearing what Anne said, they both left to their hotel they were staying in for the next few days. Harry had told them to give him and I some time alone. Harry told me they apologized, and didn't mean to upset me. He said they were just concerned and were surprised by the fact I didn't or couldn't talk.

I never told Harry the reason for my muteness, and that just occurred to me. He never questioned if, and I was thankful for that. But I think it was time.

I pecked his lips to gain his attention, looking back at me, he raised his brows. I gestured typing on a phone so he got the hint, which he did. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he handed me the device. I opened up notes, and began typing.

"So I just realized I never told you the reason why I don't talk. I stopped talking when I was about 10, so 8 years ago. After getting abused and yelled at, I thought nothing I said mattered. It didn't matter enough to be spoken, sometimes getting myself in trouble for saying the wrong thing, I stopped altogether," I wrote in the notes, sentences lining the screen. I handed it to Harry and leaned back into his chest.

"Babe, you will always be enough. Everything and anything you say is important to me. You could never say anything wrong. Even if you did, you would never, ever get punished in return ok? Please believe me," Harry sadly spoke. I nodded, kissed his lips, and snuggled up into his bare chest, tracing the many tattoos that I admired.