Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

Relax And Think About Chilli

Songs for this chapter:
- Heavy by Linkin Park
- Scared To Be Lonely by Martin Garrix and Dua Lipa
- My Everything by Ariana Grande

Virginie's Point of View

January 8th

As I wake up, I move a bit to get more comfortable against my pillow, but I find myself stuck in Harry's arms. His chest is still firmly pressed against my back and he sighs deeply, pulling me even closer to him. I smile to myself, my eyes still closed and I take a moment to ravish in his warmth. We are in the same position as when we fell asleep last night. Last night...

I try to convince myself it was all just a dream, but a look at my clothes laying everywhere on the floor reminds me how real it all is. Another woman is pregnant with Harry's baby. This isn't real. It just can't be.

I start panicking and my heart grows in pain from everything I have learned and the repercussion it will have on both of our lives. It can't be real. It is real after all.

What is also very real is the loud and long fart Harry does behind me. It surprises me more than any other feeling. I think he is quite surprised as well, because it wakes him up.

"And good morning to you too." I let out, a laugh growing inside of me, turning my head to look at him.

"Oh my God. You heard that?!" His raspy morning voice says to my ear as he moves away to lay on his back.

"I think the whole neighbourhood did. It makes me wonder what you had for dinner last night? I hope it's not the leftover chilli." I chuckle and turn on my other side to look at him.

"I'm so sorry." He smiles and lifts the blankets up and down to vent the smell.

"Oh my God, babe, stop, it will only free the smell from- Yes, it was the chilli. Those beans are killing my nostrils right now." I tease him and make a little scene to amuse him, which I succeed to do, but it really does smell bad. It's not a joke.

He laughs and rolls on his side to face me with a cute little smile showing me his adorable dimple. We are both now fully awake and looking at each other. It didn't last long, but, at that moment, we completely forgot about the world and its problems. As I am beginning to face reality, I see in his eyes and in his traits how he does exactly the same.   I can't stop looking at him with a big hole in my heart to see him so close to me, but feeling him so far away.  It hurts me that we have gotten to this point when I thought we had already faced the worst.

I can't believe how, yesterday, we got in the meeting worrying about something, convinced we were going to solve everything, and we got out worrying about something else even more dramatic. All the problems are piling up as we don't even solve one of them. And here I thought that this year couldn't get any worst than last year...

"I'm sorry." He whispers and lays awkwardly in front of me. "I should have told you before."

"I honestly don't get why you didn't." I let out, scrutinising every feature of his face. I can't help but to shake my head in disbelief. "Have I done something to make you not trust me with this? We have always had a good communication, I really don't understand why you wouldn't have shared that information instead of making me look like a fool in the office yesterday. Having known that before, I could have been more supportive and show them that we are really in this together, through sickness and in health, through the highs and the lows and through police arrests and the fucking medias ruining both of our lives." I let out and catch the breath I had lost from this long enumeration.