Harry's P.O.V-
“Invite him out for a drink, and then after about twenty minutes, casually drop into the conversation the fact that you’d like to marry him and have lots of sex an-“
The movie was momentarily drowned out as the doorbell rang, echoing through the large flat. Glancing at the clock, I groaned quietly. Who the bloody hell would be here at three am? Pausing the TV and flinging myself off the couch, I quietly padded toward the door, swinging it open to reveal a face I hadn’t see in ages.
“Harry.” She whispered as fresh tears poured down her cheeks. Not thinking twice, I pulled her into my arms, wrapping myself around her.
“Vanessa.” I breather, stepping back to get a good look at her. Her red-velvet hair was longer, reaching her mid back now, her blue eyes swimming with tears and there was a barely noticeable bulge under her shirt. “Why are you here? How did you get here? Do your parents know where you are? Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Who’s arse do I have to kick?”
She giggled, her laugh still as sweet and childlike as I had remembered.
“C’mon babe, come sit.” I said softly, leading her toward the lounge. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”
Tears pricked her eyes again but I watched silently as she brushed them away, taking a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.
“I’m pregnant.” She whimpered, not meeting my eyes. I was shocked; this wasn’t like her at all but if I knew Vanessa’s parents at all, she had already been yelled at as well as lectured. She didn’t come here for more yelling or another lecture for that matter, she needed comfort and that was why she turned to me.
“Oh baby, come here.” I cooed, pulling her into my lap, stroking her hair. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise. Everything will be okay. Don’t you worry about a thing. Don’t cry love, you’re too pretty to cry.”
Her breathing slowed as I continued to whisper soothing things in her ear while rubbing circles on her back.
“Haz?” She whispered, shifting slightly so she was looking up at me. “Can you sing to me? Please?”
A faint blush crept across her cheeks as if she was embarrassed she even asked. I nodded, leaning back so she could rest on me in a more comfortably position.
“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me, but bare this in mind, it was meant to be, and I’m joining up the dots with the freckled on your cheek and it all makes sense to me.”
She was asleep before I reached the second verse. Chuckling to myself, I slipped out from beneath her, wrapping her in a blanket before retreating up the stairs and climbing into bed.
-Vanessa’s P.O.V.-
“Why is there a strange girl asleep on our couch?” A loud Irish voice all but yelled. Keeping my eyes closed, I waited to hear someone answer him so I didn’t have to get up. My cry fest last night seriously wiped me out.
“Who is she?” A deep voice asked quietly, obviously someone had a little more respect for those of us trying to sleep.
“No idea, but she’s fit as hell.” Someone with a heavy accent replied, louder than the last but nowhere near as loud as the first.
