Requited. (H.S) / mature.

Chapter 4.

"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asks while you silently sobbed.

You wanted to talk so much. But words weren't found from the back of your throat. It felt dry. Your heart felt empty. Your brain stopped processing.

Yet, you felt your love for him in your nerves. You loved him. You will always love him.

"I want to have babies with you. Let's...Let's start a family" you tell him and he looked at you inanely.

He stood there holding the brim of the kitchen slab tapping on his index finger. His eyes never left yours. You looked at him closely, when he parted his beautiful lips and started moving them.

"Why now? What changed your mind?" He removed himself from the slab and walked towards you.

You couldn't answer when his cold soft hands held the side of your neck. He placed himself between your legs and used both of his hands to hold you steady. His piercing green eyes were locked with yours.

He wanted to hear the answer.

"I don't want us to drift apart, Harry. I want you. I want you in my life. I love you and I can't bear the pain when you ignore me. It hurts so much." He looked at you with pain, but no words were spoken after that.

He simply used his fingers to wipe off the tears that were running down your cheeks. He slid his arms around your waist and brought you closer.

Within seconds, you knew what he was doing. He picked you up holding you closer to his chest.

Harry wanted to tell you the truth. He knows that it's going to break you. But, now isn't the right time, he thought. He wanted to try too.

He slowly laid you on the bed while hovering himself over you.

That moment, you knew it was going to be a long night.