• j a d e •
i hear my name leave harry's mouth, so i whip my head around to face him, to let him know i'm listening. once i've turned back around to wash up, his voice fills my ears.
"i don't you love, silly girl. i never have and i never will."
turning around with a gasp leaving my lips, i see that he's still engrossed in his newspaper.
"w-what was that?" i stutter out.
harry glances up at me and smiles. "i was just saying that it's a lovely day today. we should do something."
shaking my head, i blink harshly and frown. "um, yeah, sure. whatever you'd like," i answer half-heartedly.
"we could go for a walk, take some bread for the ducks down at the park? i'll ring my sister and ask if my niece and nephew can come."
"wait, hang on. you have a niece and nephew?" i ask, my face lighting up and apparently forgetting what i misheard just a minute ago. he sees my expression and chuckles.
"yeah, george and hollie," he answers. "they're little terrors, but they're their uncle harry's little terrors."
i mentally cry at the image of harry with kids.
"that'd be nice. but harry, it's the middle of winter. the ponds probably frozen over," i break it to him. he pouts, and i swear i'd never seen him look more cute than when he's upset because he can't feed to ducks.
"how about we take them ice skating?" i suggest. he ponders too long, making me question if my input was stupid. "or not, they might not be able to ice skate and i don't want them to fall or hurt themselves, because then it's my fault because i suggested it and i really don't want your sister-"
he cuts me off by pulling me on to his lap and placing a kiss to my temple. "your idea is perfect. they love ice skating, they're probably better than me at it," he laughs.
i get ready whilst harry rings his sister, and i hear shouting before a loud slam.
"can't they come?" i ask his frame at the door, zipping my boots up. your outfit looks terrible.
what?
"yeah, they can come. thank fuck i got her permission because i would've gone and gotten them anyway. stupid cunt," he growls. i furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
he spoke so highly of his sister, what's changed in the space of ten minutes?
we pull up outside a humongous house half an hour later. two children who looked about four and six ran out, closely followed by a really pretty blonde woman.
"george, let me put your gloves on!" she yells. my eyes land on harry, who's shaking his head softly. when he looks at me, he smiles and unlocks the two back doors.
the kids climb in, immediately hugging harry from the back seat. it was the most pure sight i had ever seen, and i don't think i'd ever seen harry's smile so bright. it was endearing as fuck and it made me want to have his kids.
you would never be a good mother, so don't think you'd ever be fit for that role.
i shake my head, ridding it of negativity.
"uncle harry, who's this?" the girl, hollie, asks. she has chocolate brown hair down her waist in slight waves. her eyes are big and blue, and her skin pale. she looked like a doll i used to beg my mother to let me have.
"this is jade, she's very important to me," he answers, smiling at hollie through the wing mirror and then glancing towards me. his hand snakes towards my upper thigh.
"she's very pretty," george adds on. he had slightly lighter brown hair than hollie, with a few freckles on his face and hazel eyes. both of these children were achingly beautiful to look at.
"yeah, she is," the man next to me agrees, giving my thigh a squeeze before he nods towards gemma and pulls out of the driveway.
