Finding Yourself

chapter 58

Me and Harry were woken up the next morning by chattering voices from downstairs.

"Who's your mum talking to?" I said into Harrys chest.

"Fuck knows."

He was silent for a few seconds and groaned. "Ugh, It's my mums friend. She visits her sometimes but of course she had to fucking visit when we were here." His voice trailed off and I wasn't really listening.

"What does it matter if she's here?"

"Me and her daughter hate eachother." He sighed.

He sounded like a 3 year old that had fallen out with someone because they stole his teddy or something. He closed his eyes again and his mouth was pressed into a hard line.

"What's the matter with her daughter?"

His eyelids flickered so I knew he wasn't sleeping but he didn't answer.

"I know you're awake Harry." I snapped, pushing his arm.

He sighed deeply. "It doesn't matter okay? It's no big deal."

I rolled over so I was no longer facing him and rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Don't get pissy with me." He whined, wrapping his arm around my stomach and pulling me back into his chest.

"I'm not."

"You are." He laughed. "It just doesn't matter." He kissed my head and I relaxed.

I wanted to know why this womans daughter was such an issue to Harry and why, if it 'wasn't a big deal' wouldn't he tell me? He obviously didn't want to talk about it right now and I didn't have the energy to force it out of him so I closed my eyes again and drifted off with Harry hugging me close.

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The sound of Annes voice startled us both, waking us again.

"Harry?! Are you awake?"

"I fucking am now." He said under his breath.

He kissed me and brushed my hair away from my face before getting out of bed. He didn't say anything to me as he left the room but I heard the shower turn on. I sighed heavily before pulling myself from the covers. I didn't know whether Harry was upset or angry. I didn't know if he wanted to see me right now or not but I took my chances and headed for the bathroom. I heard Anne was still chatting to the people downstairs which meant the visitors Harry didn't want to face, were still here.

I walked in quietly and saw Harrys silhouette through the cream shower curtain. He was facing the running water with his hands behind his head. I pulled off my tshirt and dropped my underwear before throwing them on top of Harrys boxers. I stepped into the shower and placed my hands on his shoulders, causing his to flinch slightly.

"You didn't have to get up." He said quietly. "I wouldn't of gone down there without you."

"I know, I needed a shower and there's no point running two." I smiled and he turned to face me.

"I love you, you know that don't you?"

"Course I do and I love you too."

He grinned and kissed my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hands skimmed down my body, stopping on my bum and he held me against the wall, pressing up against me.

"Harry." I rushed inbetween kisses. "Your mum."

"I'll be quick." He smirked.

And with that, he was pumping in and out of me, the hot water cascading over us.