Our Winter Love (Harry AU)

Chapter 25:Our explanations

Harry stops the car in the parking lot of the resort and turns to face me in the darkness.

"You okay? I'm sorry I screamed at you like that." He says with a slightly raspy voice.

I look up at him as he reaches his hand out to place his over mine.

"Yeah. It's okay." I nod and bring my focus to where our hands are touching.

We sit in the darkness for a few minutes before Harry breaks the silence.

"So I guess we need to discuss a few things..."

"We do..." I reply with a matched tone, "Did you use your cousin just to make me jealous?"

Harry nods slowly, "Yes, but only after you were close with Zayn."

I nod, trying to sort through the questions in my head that seem to all be bubbling to the surface.

"Harry why can't you just tell me everything?"

He seems to be surprised by my sudden question, "What?"

"Zayn told me all about his family and who he is in the first few minutes of our date yet we've spent so much more time together and I feel like I don't know you."

Harry sighs and runs his hands through his hair, "But why is that stuff so important to you?" He asks frustrated.

"It gives me an idea of why you are who you are Harry." I raise my voice slightly.

"I am, who I am. It's as simple as that." Harry snaps back at me.

I pull my hand away from his, "Then tell me how you feel. About everything."

Harry looks up at me, fear evident in his eyes.

"You really want to know how I feel?" He asks just to make sure he is confident in what I asked for.

"Yes." I bring my hand back to his and place my smaller hand on top of his bigger one.

Harry takes a deep breath and begins,

"I think what people think love is in general is false hope and heartbreak waiting to happen.Because commitments are what give us false hope for the future. In movies they make it out to be something easy, something irrational and repaired in one simple 'I'm sorry' sentence. But the truth is love isn't easy, it's damn hard. And I don't think other factors like family, friends, opinions or history should interfere with that love because true love should be strong enough to stand on its own with no reasoning or back up.Love doesn't need some pointless label that the world is begging for or some sort of Facebook status. Love between two people should be something only they understand, something that will bind them together no matter what shit they go through, because that is all they truly have to hold onto. Love isn't consistent, we are human and fuck we make mistakes. But what makes it all better is that in the end nothing, nothing could ever break what true love really is to two people."

Harry stops and looks up, tears sitting in his eyes. I've never heard something so beautiful.

"That's how I feel. And for a reason I cannot explain, that is why I'm cautious with you. I think you could be my chance at true love..."

I nod as tears fill my eyes too.

"So yes I'm unconventional and you might not understand my ways. And I know that it's not going to be easy, hell it's already been damn difficult. But I'm willing to do whatever if I know you feel the same. "

Instead of replying I grab Harry's face in my hands and pull him closer, crashing my lips into his. Immediately our lips mould together in sync as Harry moves his hand to rest against my cheek.

Harry's lips are cold against mine, which suddenly reminds me of the night Zayn kissed me outside the bathroom. Guilt takes over my body as I push away from Harry.

"What? What's wrong?" Worry flashes in Harry's eyes as I drop my head and touch my lips.

"Zayn, he kissed me." I state, waiting for Harry to scream at me.

"When?" Harry asks surprisingly calmly.

I look into his unemotional eyes, "That night at the bonfire when I went home feeling sick."

"That was the only time?" He asks as I nod.

"Okay, never again?" He asks as he pulls me closer to him.

I nod as he plants his lips back onto mine, while holding me tight. This was not what I expected while telling him. But I'd take this over a fight anyday.

He pulls away after a few seconds and leans his forehead against mine.

"Anne and Des." He whispers, his breath touching my lips.

I'm confused by his words, "What?" I ask in return as I pull away and look up at his eyes.

"That's my parents names." He says as a sad smile takes up his face.

I realize what he's doing and for the first time I'm scared of what he's about to say.

"Harry you don't have to-"

He shakes his head, "No, you should know."

"Okay." I whisper before kissing him on the lips gently and sitting back, ready to listen.

"So my parents are Anne and Des. They got divorced when I was about 10 years old. I never understood why, I only knew that they fought a lot."

I nod and listen carefully to every word Harry says, I don't want to miss a single detail.

"I also have a sister, her name is Gemma. She moved back to England when she turned 19."

I don't want to interrupt Harry but there's so much more I want to know than their names and where they are. Like does he still see his dad? Is his mom remarried? How old is his sister now? Are him and his sister close?

So many questions, but right now I bite my tongue and be as patient as possible. I need to take what he is giving me. I can't push him for too much.

"My stepdad's name is Robin and he's okay, he treats my mom well but I don't consider him my father." He nods as he continues explaining.

"It was Robins idea to come here every year. He saw it as a way to try bond with me and show my mother he is trying. But after each year went along he knew I wasn't really interested. So that's why him and my mom don't mind me going out every night, cause they see no reason for me to try bond with them and they said as teenagers when they came here every winter they didn't want to see their parents either."

I smile and chuckle softly, "I wish mine were that understanding."

Harry smiles back at me and nods slowly.

"So I can't really think of what else to tell you right now. But if something else comes up I'll make sure to let you know." He says before leaning forward and tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ears and in the process giving me butterflies like crazy.

"Thank you, for telling me." I smile and look down at where he has just grabbed my hand in his.

"It's a pleasure love, now let's get you back by 10, before your dad kills someone."

I think this is something great with Harry. Even though there is so much more I want to know right now, I've actually never been more happy than what I am right now. And it's just took a few minutes of us being honest and open with each other. Thats what a relationship should be, just two people, completely bare with who they are and how they feel.