Fake Fiancée

26. Something Great

26. Something Great

   “Is it too much to ask for something great?” – One Direction

                                    

 Andie 

 

   I didn’t really know how we ended up here, but after laying in the cold ice for about five minutes we got kicked out for ‘disturbing the younger minds’ and left. Harry laughed so hard that the lady stomped his foot, and I had to drive us both back to his apartment. He swore he couldn’t walk at all, and I basically had to carry him to his couch, make us both hot cocoa and put on Frozen – he demanded it – while he just sat there smirking at me like the little cute devil he is.

    But we did, and somehow after sitting in the edge of the couch I ended up snuggled up on his side, both of us covered in his Frozen themed blanket while we watched Kristoff run to save Anna. Harry was so focused, it was like he breathed Frozen. It had actually gotten creepy by now, but cute. I couldn’t help but glance at him while he watched, and smile to myself.

   “You’re staring.” He announced quietly, his voice sounded sleep dazed.

I hid my face on his arm so that he couldn’t see my blushing face. Even though the lights were off. “I know.” I laughed, and he finally let go of his attention to the movie to look at me. Amusement on his smile.

  “Why?”

Because you’re gorgeous.

 I finally lift my head from his shoulder and gave him a small smile. “Why are you so obsessed with Frozen?” I poked his stomach, and I could feel the hardness of his abs. He let out a small laugh and shrugged.

“I don’t know.” He smiled. “I like everything. It’s funny, and lovely, and the relationship between Elsa and Anna is something I kind of want to have with a sibling… I mean… Gemma and I were inseparable until she got onto my mother’s side and just…” And just like that, I watched his face turn down. I couldn’t help but frown.

  “Just what? You miss her?” I pushed. I couldn’t help but want to know more about this side of him. Harry just always looked so strong, when deep inside him he was hurting so much. It really saddened me. I could still remember the words he said when he tried to comfort me…

 “I never saw her again.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if she missed him. What if she regretted that? What if she tried to contact him over the years? Has she? Harry didn’t reply to me, but I nagged on. “Has your mother tried to contact you?” I asked.

   He sat up, letting out a long sigh as he did and leaned back on the couch. “She has sent me many letters, well to Modest! But I always ask them to never show me. She chose her husband over me, I mean, what kind of mother does that?” The sadness and the fury in his eyes nearly broke me apart. Oh how lucky he was that he still had her, he still had the chance to tell her he loved her… But I could understand his point.

  “Maybe she wants to fix things? Harry she’s your mother, you don’t know what you have until you lose it. Don’t you miss her? Don’t you want to know how she’s been? What about Gemma? Don’t you think they miss you and want to see you?”

  His eyes turned hard, and he removed his arms from around me as his lips turned to a tight line. “Look I know they don’t, can we- can we just drop it?” He angrily said.