Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter 63

My baby cousin is basically a baby Annabelle in the way she looks. I have a picture of her, but I don't know if I should attach it? Would it be weird to post a picture of my baby cousin aka baby Annabelle?

Annabelle's long nails ran up and down Harry's tan arms, his skin being such a contrast of color against Annabelle's. Her back laid against his chest as they watched SpongeBob, both of them giggling and laughing at the show. Harry kissed the top of Annabelle's head every few minutes, greatly taking in this moment. He had been waiting so long to be forgiven, and finally he could say that he were able to hold this girl in his arms again. He still didn't know where they stood title wise, but he didn't care. He had her here and that was enough to make him happy.

"Are you getting hungry?" Harry muted the television and yawned, seeing the sky was getting dark. She shook her head as she leaned it back to rest on his shoulder. "We haven't eaten in six hours. Surely you want dinner now. What do you want? Pizza?" She shook her head.

"Annabelle, we're eating something, whether you like it or not. Come on, I'll order a pizza." Harry kissed her head again and pulled out his phone from his back pocket, looking up the number of the closest pizza parlor and ordering what he knew Annabelle liked.

"Thank you," Harry spoke before hanging up, stretching his arm out to set his phone on the coffee table. "They said it'd take half an hour to get here. What do we do until then?" Harry kissed Annabelle's ear. She shrugged and nuzzled her face closer to his chest, turning over so she laid on her side in Harry's lap. His left arm wrapped around her back and his right arm pulled her bent knees closer to him, holding her as if she were a child who wanted to be rocked to sleep. That is basically what Annabelle happened to be, though; a child who just needed some tender love and care.

She yawned and let out a small squeak that made Harry's eyes widen and lips curve up.

"You're cute." He whispered. She shook her head, her eyes closing more and more by the second. "Mhmm," Harry hummed, disagreeing with her insecurities. She looked up at him and sighed, her cheeks pink and the small dimple on her right cheek showing.

"You're definitely the cutest." Harry poked her cheek and she reach up to poke his, aiming for his dimple. Then there was a knock on the door, making Annabelle whine as she had to sit up to let Harry go get their food. He shut the door and sat the pizza on the table, telling Annabelle to wipe the sleepiness out of her eyes and come eat. She frowned as she stood behind a chair at the table, watching as Harry sat paper plates and paper towels in front of them. When she turned to open the lid of the pizza box, she saw a slip of paper sticking out from under it. She tugged it out from under the steamy cardboard and read it, her eyes darting up to Harry's.

"What's that?" He took the paper from her hands. "Oh yeah," he nonchalantly stated, tossing the paper back onto the table and shrugging. She gave him a questioning look, wondering who Alice was and why her number was on a piece of paper and on Harry's table.

"She's just a girl who helped me get back home the other night. I was drunk off my ass." Harry's words did the opposite of soothing Annabelle. "Don't worry about it, or her. Nothing happened. She just helped me back up here and then I fell asleep and she left. Then," Harry remembered the horrible nightmare he had that very night. "That night was the night I came to your house. I had a bad dream." Harry's lips matched Annabelle's as he frowned, pulling his chair out and sitting down. She copied his actions, sitting in the chair beside him. She urged him to continue talking and explaining what had happened that night by sliding the pizza away and facing him.

"I don't want to tell you the nightmare, it would just," he sighed, "It would give you ideas that I don't want you to ever have. It was so scary, and when I woke up I was still drunk, but I had enough sense to know that I had to go check on you." Harry leaned his head on the palm of his hand, his elbow supporting the weight by sitting on the table.