❝I'll love you until the rain stops crashing.❞
A story about Harry and Christine. About their strong and endless love.
The same love that will be tested in many ways. Mistakes will be made, tears will be shed, hearts will be broken. Shared looks fu...
DOUBLE UPDATE WOW I FEEL SO IMPRESSED WITH MYSELF RN *opens a bottle of champagne*
REMINDER: onE MORE CHAPTER LEFT WTf
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btw..don't be mad at me when you finish reading this chapter :))
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-Ivy xx
January 29, 2015
"You're still sick, Chris, you should have stayed in bed." Gemma yells through the phone, but all I do is just sigh, deciding it's not the right time to argue with her. I'm currently waiting for Harry to come into the visit room. I've been waiting for a few minutes by now, he's still not showing up, but they explained it to me why it might take long, but I've already forgot.
I haven't been feeling very good in the past few days. Mostly because I'm sick, I have a cold and many other things, but seeing Harry after three days is something I was looking forwards to. They told me you're allowed to bring some stuff to the prisoners, so I've brought Harry a few of his favourite books and an empty notebook. The lady behind the counter said it's okay and I had to leave them there. I'm not sure Harry'll get it, but I sure hope he will.
I don't know why do I have such high expectations of this. I have this imagination in my head that I'll come here every single day, and how I'll tell Harry everything that has been going on since he's not there anymore and he'd be listening to me, throwing his rude comments here and there. But, I cannot explain this feeling inside of me that says things won't come out as I want them to.
The doors from the other side behind the glass window open and I feel excitement build up inside of me, "I have to go. See you later." I say and hang up before she can say anything else. Harry walks into the room, his hands handcuffed from the front and I bring my hands to my mouth, covering them as I see him. I gives me a small smile as he sits down on the chair opposite me.
"Hey, baby," his deeps voice speaks and causes chills to go up and down my body at the sound of his husky voice, the one I didn't even realised I missed that much, "How are you?" he asks and I stay frozen, shaken up with his appearance.
"Oh, Harry, I missed you so much," I blurt out, trying really hard not to break the glass window between us and jump into his arms, "You've never been so close, but so far away from me." I comment and his gaze falls down to his lap.
"I know baby, I'm sorry you have to go through this." he says and I already feel the tears starting to appear in my eyes, but I close them and shake my head as I try to stay calm and focused because I don't want to waste my time on crying and him watching me cry.
"I'm sorry you're going through this. You don't deserve this, I'm so sorry," I mumble, but before he speaks up again and starts arguing, I blurt the first thing that comes to my mind, "I've brought you books." I say and he raises his eyebrow at me.
