Reconnecting

Chapter 4

I woke up when cold air shot through my room. I rolled over in my bed to face the window, and saw Harry climbing into my bedroom with nothing but his boxers on.

“Harry aren’t you cold?” I asked.

“I won’t be in a little bit,” he smiled as he climbed into bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me and tucked his head into my shoulder.

“You’re freezing,” I shook as the temperature of his skin transferred into my body.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he cooed, peeling off my tank top and stroking my stomach.

Sirens sounded in the distance, but they seemed to be coming closer. Lights flashed outside of my house, and there was a knock on our front door.

“Harry, go under my bed,” I ordered quietly.

“Why?” He whined.

“Just do it. I’ll be right back,” I got out of bed and slid my robe loosely over my shoulders, forgetting to tie it.

I walked to the top of the stairs and listened as a young police officer explained the situation to my mom.

“We got a call from your neighbors, saying that they saw a figure climb into a window on the second floor of your home,” the officer spoke. “Do you mind if we check it out?”

“Go right ahead!” My mother looked terrified.

“We’d appreciate it if you, and everyone else that you know of that’s currently in the house, momentarily step outside while we check,” he told us.

“Yes, yes. Alright. TARA COME DOWN HERE!” My mother called up to me.

“What’s going on?” I pretended I didn’t know as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

“The neighbors reported someone climbing into a window,” my mom said. “Let’s go outside while they search the house.” 

We slipped on our snowboots and stepped outside.

“Alright boys, file in,” the officer ordered and ten police officers went into our house.

Ten minutes later, Harry was being led down the stairs in handcuffs. I met his eyes, which were silently urging me to say something.

I knew how mad my mom would be, but I didn’t care.

“You can’t arrest him,” I stopped the young officer.

He looked at my chest, and I remembered I was only wearing a bra.

“Why not?” The officer winked.

“That’s it,” Harry tried to break out of his cuffs.

“Harry, stop,” I placed a hand against his bare chest, and turned back to the officer. “You can’t arrest him because he’s my boyfriend.”

“What?” My mother looked at me in disbelief. “What about Matt? He was supposed to ask you to marry him! He even drove out to ask for your fathers permission!”

“I didn’t know he went through all that trouble,” I looked down at the ground.

“Officer, please release this boy,” my mother told the officer.

“Okay,” the officer unlocked Harry’s handcuffs.

Harry stepped closer to me and leaned in to kiss, but I stepped away.

“What’s wrong?” Harry stroked my cheek.

“I need time to think. About you. About Matt,” I told him.