H&M

Chapter 14

"Sometimes moms and dads fall out of love; Sometimes two homes are better than one."

Harry • • •

She remained on my lap, my chest rose and fell steadily under her left palm. She had just let me into the most guarded part of her life, and I was immensely grateful. I felt almost honored that she trusted me enough to share such a large part of her life with me.

Liquid continued to condense onto the can of soda. I watched the water slowly slide down it, just like our tears did only a few moments ago.

We sat in complete silence with occasional interruptions of Maya's sniffles. I continued to draw circles onto her thigh as she sat comfortably, with her face buried into my neck. I could stay like this forever. 

She kissed the skin beneath my ear before kissing along my jawline, it raised goosebumps to the surface of my skin. My grip around her waist tightened in response.

I held her chin up, so that I had better access to be gorgeously plump lips. As our lips met, I felt electricity run through my bones. My tongue gained easy access into her mouth. I made a bold move by lightly taking her bottom lip between my teeth and softly pulling it. She let a quiet giggle escape her lips, it was a beautiful melody. I was happy I could make her happy, even if it was only for a few moments.

"Tell me about your family." She whispered after a few moments of silence. Her face was in my neck again, with her right arm behind my back and her left hand caressing my face.

I attempted to hide my uneasiness. Wouldn't hearing about my family be painful?

I cleared my throat.

"My mother's name is Annalise but everyone calls her Anne, for short." My voice came out raspy, I hadn't cried in a years.

"What's she like?" Maya asked like an eager child.

"Well," I sighed while adjusting myself under her. "She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, Gemma looks exactly like her. She's a school teacher and has those stereotypical school teacher qualities: she's nurturing, nice, understanding. She rarely ever raises her voice, she's the complete opposite of my father."

She lightly traced my collarbone with her pointer finger. It aided in calming me, I was not very fond of my father.

"He's a military man, you know? So raising Gemma and I was mostly about honor and discipline. He insisted on us calling him Sir, curfew was 5pm, even on the weekends, just stupid things like that. Which was fine, I guess. It was a healthy balance; We got affection from our mother and discipline from our father." I cleared my throat, before continuing. "My parents separated when I was about 14. They never divorced, my father doesn't believe in divorce, but they lived in separate houses and stuff. I used to spend weekends at his house until he moved away to work in the criminal justice field, he didn't specify. It was actually a relief... When he lived so close I had always hoped they'd get together again, I knew that was really selfish of me, it was obvious that neither of them were happy together... But it was a little selfish of them to stay married too. So when he moved away it was kind of like closure, that I needed very badly."

My family problems were minuscule compared to her's, but she didn't make me feel that way.

She sat quietly on my lap, softly touching my skin, and listening intently. She nodded her head slightly, urging me to continue.

"We lived in a very rich area and went to a very rich school; We still do. But those rich kids knew nothing about divorce and separation, they didn't care. I felt like I had no one to confide in, but Gemma understood exactly what I was going though. She's only 2 years older than me but she acted as my therapist. We grew really close then, a few good things did come out of my parents' divorce, I guess. So Gemma's name was my very first tattoo. She acted all angry about it but I knew she was secretly happy, my mom didn't hide her approval though, she loved it. My father, on the other hand, was genuinely furious. I was 18 at that point, yet for some reason he thought he could still assert his power over me.. Even from several states away. He sent almost $1000 so I could get it removed." I chuckled recalling the memory.

"I used the money to get both Gemma and Mom really nice jewelry and I got my second tattoo, the anchor." I raised my left wrist so that she could see it.

"What does it represent?" Maya sounded very interested in my boring life. I didn't mind, I rarely got to talk about myself.

"The importance of staying grounded, or at least having someone to help you stay grounded. We all need an anchor." I said rubbing her back.

"Some things you can't tell your sister cause she's still too young. Yeah you'll understand, when you love someone." -James TW (When you Love someone)

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Author's Note: This chapter mostly about Harry because I felt like you guys needed more insight on his life. Be sure to leave predictions on what you think is gonna happen in the comments (: I love reading them.