Niall makes me happy but as I’ve learnt over the last three days of staying at Harry’s house, so does Harry. In fact family time with Harry has made me remember how happy I was with Harry before the wedding. I had only left Harry’s house to go home and grab a few things and when I went back I jumped over the back fence because my being at Harry’s house had not gone unnoticed, William and I had arrived three days before and when I went home to grab my things without William there were a lot of questions.
William was sitting on the grass at the back of the yard in his little bumbo chair and Harry was catching the things that I threw over the fence for him. “Be careful!” He chastised as I climbed over the fence.
I was feeling brave sitting on top of the fence and Harry was looking a little nervous so I grinned down at him and pushed myself of the top of the fence which was quite high up. “Whoa!” Harry squawked and put his arms out to catch me.
“Nice catch!” I grin.
“What’s wrong with you?” He mutters and sets me on my feet. William is sitting there giggling at us.
I shrug my shoulders and laugh and push away from Harry’s chest. He puts me back on my feet but he doesn’t let go of my waist. I look up at him to tell him he can let me go but I get caught in his mesmerizing green eyes. We stand there for a while before Harry starts to lean in. All my internal alarms go off and I know that I should pull away or slap him or something but I just can’t get away from his eyes and when he presses his lips to mine I kiss him back. My whole body melts and I ignore my brain telling me that this is wrong and I slowly snake my arms around Harry’s neck and pull him down to me. When we part I look up at him and finally realise what I’ve done.
I stand there for a moment and bit my lip before making what I think is probably a big mistake, I pull him back and press my lips to his again. I cup his cheek and run my fingers over his soft skin as he grips my hips and pulls me closer to his body so there is nothing but our clothes between us. The tingles are intense and I’ve lost control of my limbs, my hands are raking at his shirt and running through his curls. We pull away for breath and finally come to our sense. Harry picks up the things that I threw over the fence and I pick up William and we walk inside. It’s incredibly awkward now, he keeps looking at me and biting his lip and I keep looking at him.
As soon as William goes down for his nap and I walk out of the bedroom Harry pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips back to mine. Since Harry had asked me what was wrong with me when I jumped off the fence we hadn’t uttered a word to each other until Harry muttered, “I love you so fucking much,”
I don’t want to respond because I know that I’ll freak out. So I ignore him and bite down on his lip as he pushes me towards the bedroom. He kicks the door shut with his foot and pushes me to the bed.
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Oh.
My.
God.
I just had sex with Harry.
I honest to god wish that I freaked out, I don’t regret being with Harry but I think that it was rushed and I didn’t consider what the repercussions would be. How would Niall feel if I told him that while he was gone I spent the week with my ex-husband and the day before he was due to return I slept with him? He would be devastated, it wasn’t like we were a couple because we hadn’t defined the relationship and we hadn’t been together in almost a month. And then the sudden realisation that since William was born I had been with both Niall and Harry hit me and I felt like a slut.
Niall had talked me down the first time I had freaked out but he wasn’t here now and Harry was in the shower and I was just sitting in bed, naked, thinking about how much of a slut I was being. Tears pricked my eyes as a flurry of horrible names ran through my head. I got up and gathered my clothes and dressed quickly. As I was scurrying out the door to collect my things and take William home Harry walked out of the shower.
