Chapter thirty

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"Were home!" Harry exclaims as we walk into our new apartment. We both have smiles that are miles long on your faces.

The apartment looks slightly different from my first visit a mere week ago. There are no drastic changes, just a few paintings and framed pictures on the wall. We take off our coats and he hangs them up on a hanger in the closet. We walk hand in hand through out the house and he shows me a few paintings and his stories behind them. One reminds him of the valley behind his childhood house in Cheshire, and then one of them he has had ever since he was in year 7. I can picture twelve year old Harry having this picture on his bedroom wall, and it's a pretty darn adorable sight.

We enter our bedroom and I see something that stops me right in my tracks. The picture sitting framed on the table next to our bed. Suddenly, everything becomes a blur except for the picture. I drop my hand from his, dumbstruck. I feel my breath rapidly increasing and I begin to feel light headed.

It's the last picture I had with my parents.

"H-Harry, what is this doing here?" I question, but it comes out more as a whisper.

"It's a picture of you and your parents. I thought it was really cute." he says with a smile on his faces, still admiring the picture.

"Where did you get i-it?" I ask my words becoming choppy and my voice shaky. He suddenly looks over at me and his expression drops.

"Babe, calm down, babe. What's wrong." He helps me over to the bed and sits me down on the edge as he holds me.

"Th-the picture." I reply quietly.

"What about it." He asks with his eyebrows furrowed. He doesn't get it.

"Harry, I haven't seen a picture of them for more than 10 years. Especially this one." I attempt to explain my situation. I'm not necessarily angry at him, I'm just very flustered by seeing this picture.

"I'm sorry, um, I can get rid of it?" He asks and I can tell he's not sure how to react. I nod and he gets up with the picture frame in hand and exits the room. Harry enters the room about a minute later.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you would feel that way about it." He says and rubs my back.

"Harry, how did you think I would react. I have spent years not looking at their pictures. I had to live in regret for not spending more time with them. For not telling them how much I love them every single second. Not hugging them every time I see them. I had to go through that at 8 years old. I just stopped looking at the pictures because of the memories and regrets. I have kind of gotten over it, but the pictures bring it all back. Every time I look at them I just-" I attempt to finish the sentence, but the tears spilling out of me like a waterfall don't allow me.

Harry immediately pulls me into his arms and I sob into his chest. I cry for at least five minutes before he pulls out of the hug.

"Baby, I'm so terribly sorry. I didn't mean for you to be upset at all. I'm so sorry." He says as he strokes my hair with one hand and wiping my eyes with the other.

"I know. You meant well, I know that. It's just a very touchy subject for me." I reply as I try and calm myself, but it comes out as panting and exasperated breaths.

"Shh, babe, you need to calm down. You are still very fragile from your treatment. Take deep breaths." He soothingly instructs. I try and oblige to his request as he runs circles in my back. After a few minutes of him trying to calm me down, I'm breathing at a somewhat normal pace.

"I am so very sorry. How can I make it up to you?" He asks sadly.

"It's ok. I know you didn't mean to hurt me." I sigh. He looks absolutely torn apart. I can tell how upset he is about this.

"I just wanted today to be special. Today is our first day officially living together, I wanted to start it on a good note, not by making you cry." He reveals with sad, puppy like eyes.

I reach over to him and kiss him. Passionately. Trying to show him my love.

"I love you. So much." He softly whispers into my ear.

"And I love you." I say as I kiss his cheek.

(A/N) I sobbed while writing this. Absolutely broke my heart. On a lighter note, next update will be a playlist of songs that make me think of Harry and Alyssa! Any songs that remind you of them feel free to comment them :) love you guys.

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