I sat on the bed impatiently waiting on Harry to come back in. I could hear commotion outside as a car door was slammed closed & the ignition was started. Not long after, the sound of the tires rolling down the gravel was heard as it drove away.
I continued waiting in the drawn out silence, my feet tapping on the floor impatiently as my fingers dug into the bed next to me. I don't know why I was acting so earger, maybe it was because of the situation. Or maybe it was because Harry looked guilty of something when I joined them outside.
But why would he be?
The sound of footsteps on the hallway floor cause me to straighten my back & stare at the door ahead of me. Harry walks in & I could see something was on his mind, but when his eyes land on me it was like it disappeared. His lips turned up the slightest bit & his eyes lit up.
He never seems to miss a beat when making my heart flutter. It's just the way he looks at me. Every girl dreams of getting that look. You know, that look that makes you feel like the most special person in the world. That look that makes you feel like you're the most beautiful girl in his eyes. That look that demolishes every ounce of self disbelief. When you get that look from the guy you undoubtedly love more than any person walking the face of this planet, you feel complete. Nothing can hurt you because you have him. The only thing you will ever want or need is his love.
"Come here." I smile & scoot back on the bed.
Harry doesn't say anything, instead he returns my smile & crawl in with me.
My head rested against his chest, my arm draped over his stomach & my legs were intertwined in his. In his warm grasp I felt safe. Like nothing could touch me. And only one person could make me feel that way, and that was Harry.
"I love you." Harry's fingers rubbed circles in the middle of my back.
"I love you too." I whisper in return.
"No really, I love you Aron. And nothing will ever change that."
I lift my head up to look him in the eyes, his emphasis on the words "nothing" & "ever" drawing out some sort of suspicion deep inside my mind. "What exactly do you mean Harry?"
"I mean exactly what I said."
"I know that, but why are you saying it?"
Can you blame me for asking that? His exgirlfriend shows up & after he talks to her alone he says that? Why does he feel that he has to tell me that? I know he loves me. And I love him just as much if not more.
Pushing himself off the bed to sit against the head board, he pulls me into his lap effortlessly.
"I hate when you do this." I pout.
"What?" He chuckles. "cradle you like a baby?"
I couldn't help but giggle as he wraps a arm under my knees & rocks me back & forth. "No!" I laugh. "When you are so mysterious with what you say."
The playfulness drifted away like smoke in a cold breeze, then we were back where we started. serious & quiet.
"Harry, my parents divorced over secrets. And they weren't anything big, they were secrets so measly it wasn't even worth a fight, if they had came clean with them. But they didn't. They took the hard way out. I saw them grow apart to the point they were strangers, they hated each other. I don't want to end up that way."
"We won't." He promises. "Do you want to know what we were talking about?"
I nod.
Harry lets out a sigh & grabs my hands in his, immediately making me feel anxious. "She's pregnant."
