When I wake up... You will be here

Chapter 66

Cigarettes, alcohol, tears and Jared

Emma’s P.O.V.

Harry was crying while hugging my legs. His body was shaking from the cold and he whispered things I couldn’t understand. I felt his tears going down my legs. He sobbed and crouched over me. I've never seen Harry crying in this way before. I had seen him cry, I myself had dried his tears, but he had never cried so much as now. He looked so sad.

“Harry.” I call him. He looked up at me, his green eyes full of tears. He looked so vulnerable.

“C’mon, you are freezing.” I said and offered him my hand.

Harry took my hand and I helped him to stand up. I stood on tiptoes and wiped his tears with my thumbs. Mom looked at us in amazement. Harry hugged me again, burying his face in my neck.

“Mom, can you make something to eat and some coffee please?”

Mom looked at us puzzled and as I could I climbed up the stairs with Harry still hugging me. Several times we almost fell. But Harry hugged me stronger preventing me from falling down the stairs. I took him to my room and sat him on the bed. I dried his tears and went to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water, letting the tub fill. I put some liquid soap and water began to fill in bubbles.

I made Harry walked to the bathroom. I put my hands on the edge of his shirt and began to raise it. He raised his arms and I pulled up his shirt. His eyes stared at the wall. I helped him undress and then got him into the tub. He gasped when he felt the warm water against his cold skin.

With his hair wet and I took some of my shampoo and started to wash his ​​curls. The sad expression on his face broke my heart. He looked at me putting soap to his body while he stood still. His green eyes are tired. I took a little shaving cream and put it on his chin, around his lips and under his cheeks. I take a new razor and pass it over his skin, removing all the shaving cream.

When he is fully clean I helped him out of the shower and wrap him in a bathrobe. His hair drips and drops of water fall down his face. His eyes are looking at me and Harry is like an open book to me. I know everything he thought. I dry his hair with a towel and move away the strands of hair that stick on his forehead.

When we left the bathroom I realized that there was a tray with food and a cup of coffee on my desk. On the bed was a bit of folded clothes, probably from my brothers. Harry put the clothes on without protest. The shirt fit him a little big and the pants a little snug, but not too much.

We both sat on my bed and Harry began to eat the pasta with cheese that was on the plate. He chewed slowly and said nothing. I cherish his curls still wet.

“How is she?” He asked in a whisper.

“He, it’s a boy.”

“A boy.” He smiled. “My baby?”

“Yes, Harry, your baby.”

A t times like these speaking to Harry was like talking to a small child... And that was Harry. A child trapped in the body of a man. He continued to eat quietly. I just watched him eat.

When he finished he left everything on the tray and put it back on the desktop. He lay down on my bed and snuggled under the covers. His eyes looked at me and I lay down beside him. I was hot so I stayed on top of the sheets. Harry curled up next to me, with his ​​head on my chest.

“You know I've dreamed with you for years? Long before I met you, you were the girl who stole my sleep. I dreamed with you I loved to go to sleep at night knowing I'd see you…”