The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 3

"Look what I drew mommy!"

Edward ran up to me with a crayon colored picture in his hands. He held it up for me to see with a big grin on his face.

I smiled slightly as I took the paper from him, my eyes widening as I examined it.

It was me holding Edwards hand...and Harry holding his other hand. We were on the beach, somewhere Edna had taken him before.

"You like it?" He asked happily, making me nod slowly.

"Baby, I think we should talk." I whispered as I picked him up, sitting him on my lap.

We were up in the attic, as usual. The sun from the small window shined over his little face, making him almost glow.

"Daddy...well, he isn't gonna stay." I spoke softly, trying to fight back tears.

"Why not mommy? He doesn't love us?"

My heart ached at his words and more tears prick my eyes. I quickly shook my head.

"No, it's not that. He does love us, Edward. He just doesn't love mommy as if she were his wife. He loves her as a...friend."

"But mommy loves daddy." He stated, making me chuckle lightly.

"Yes, baby. I do. But daddy mustn't know, ok? Pinky promise me you won't tell anyone." I held my pinky out, making his eyes light up.

Edward has always loved making promises and keeping secrets. He was very good at both of them.

He quickly hooked his pinky with mine. "Pinky promise."

"Thank you." I mumbled as I ran my hand through his mop of curls.

There was a knock at the door. I froze up while Edward grinned.

"It's open!" I yelled, not wanting to get up.

I could hear the door creek open and slow footsteps coming upstairs. I frowned, my stomach dropping suddenly.

Harry wouldn't walk so slow. He'd run up. He'd call my name. It isn't Edna. She'd be rambling about how impolite it was for me not to open the door the whole way up.

I breathed out, quietly shush Edward and hiding him in the closet. His big eyes were full of fear and confusion.

"You must be quiet, Edward. No matter what you hear. You have to be quiet." I ordered before closing the door and standing in front of my bed.

Sweat lined my forehead as my mind made up stomach flipping situations. I bit my lip as the footsteps stopped right outside the attic door.

I let out a shrill scream as the door flew open. It's not that I was scared or startled that caused my scream. No...it was who kicked the door open.

Zayn.

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A little short chapter ending with a cliffhanger.;)

Do you think Harry and Rose will end up together? Or will he and his wife stay together?

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