Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 23: Christmas Cookies and Late Night Calls

A/N: love the comments and theories that everyone has on this story...keep them coming! x

Beth's POV

I take another sip of my hot chocolate with one hand, my fingers on my other drum against the top of the table.

The mistletoe catches my attention out the corner of my eye and I look up at it.

It really stands out in the room now, glaringly obvious.

I think how Harry kissed me under it and I feel my cheeks heat up at the memory of his kiss and my tongue subconsciously runs out over my bottom lip. 

Being pressed up so close to him and the warmth and heat radiating from his body...

Fuck...

I realise I'm gripping the mug so tightly that my knuckles are white.

The rational part of me thinks he must like me somewhat because why else would he kiss me like that?  And he's spent so much time here in such a short space of time.  And he's been so generous, no actually, he has spoiled the kids rotten, let's be honest here.

But it's not like we're 'together' or anything.

But you don't kiss someone like that and then go and buy jewellery for another girl or close friend that you see naked and have occasional sex with right?

Do you?

Harry wouldn't do that.

Oh my god Beth, put your fucking big girl knickers on.

Be confident with yourself for once in your life!

I grab my phone again and debate whether I should look again to see if there's any new photos or information.

I give in and swipe my phone to unlock it.

I go straight to Twitter and there are indeed new photos of him in the shop looking out and he doesn't actually look all that happy.

Oh.

I assume it's because he's photographed every time he steps out his front door or wherever he is.

And not that he's kind of been caught in there?

Just as I'm about to put my phone down, it beeps with a message from Harry.

Morning beautiful!  Mum has asked me to come over for lunch, long story short, my great-gran is coming for lunch unexpectedly so I need to go over earlier.  I won't be able to be at your place until after dinner tonight, :-( I'll be thinking of you today and can't wait to see you and the kids tonight, love Harry x.

Oh.

Well that's understandable.

It's his family and these things can't be helped.  There's a tiny part of me that's disappointed but I'll see him later tonight.

So I send him a smiley face to let him know I got his message.

Well I feel better now and slightly silly for the thoughts I was having moments ago.

I decide that I should get a start on these cookies so I pick up my mug and phone and go into the kitchen.

"Does anyone want to help with the cookies?" I yell out to the kids.

"I do!" Chloe comes stomping into the kitchen in her Harry boots.

We wash our hands and then get all the ingredients out ready.