Always

Chapter 83

She walks down the stairs holding her baby at the hip, he plays with a small blanket in his hands. Along with his thumb in his mouth. "How old is he?" I ask her, as the cute little boy turns his head to see us. He has curly hair just like Harry, along with green eyes.

"Fourteen months. His name is Joshua, Josh for short." Shopia tells us before setting him down and bending down pulling his blue sweater lower.

"What a cute name." I say with a smile and Josh crawls off on his knees away to play.

"Thank you, David should be here soon, he just ran off to the store to grab some last few ingredients for me. How about you two wait in the living room as I finish dinner?" She asks with a plastered smile across her face.

"Sure." I say and lead Harry to the living room, we sit on her perfect couches next to the lite fire place. Josh is in a toy room off to the side. Next to the door we came into, theirs a wall full of windows. The windows go to the following wall ending at the fire place. Outside, they have a perfect lawn. Gardens, trees, a closed in-ground pool ready for winter. They have a patio set, all chairs are put away.

"This is such a beautiful home." I say still looking around. Harry has his eyes set on the fire place. His fingers draw through his hair, pushing back each browns strand. The front door opens up and I watch Harry's father after walk through.

His eyes go strait to the kitchen to his soon to be wife. He carries the bag of ingredients, I hear Sophia say something to him that I can't make out what she said.

"Harry," David says with full excitement in his voice, not trying to hide how happy he is to see him.

"Hey, dad." Harry says, David try's to go in for a hug but Harry doesn't stand up. I politely stand up and give the poor man a hug.

"Hello Emily, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He says and sits down in the chair across from the two of us.

"Thank you." I send him a nice smile.

"Its lovely seeing you Harry, we have missed you." He says with desperate eyes.

"Yeah, I see that." Harry rudely says adjusting the way he sits. I nudge him hoping he will act nicer to him, he is his father.

"How is school going, its your final year isn't that exciting. Graduating soon" He says making conversation.

"Uh, its good finally being able to finish school." Harry says surprisingly nice.

"That's one way to put it, Emily how do you like the University? Do you go to the University?" He asks me.

"Yes, I do and it been great so far. My classes are good, Its not too bad really, I am on the soccer team and I have a good roommate." I explain, he seems so interesting on knowing about me. He is such a kind man, I don't see why he would ever leave his family.

"That seems great, are you a senior like Harold." He says Harry's full name and my heart flushes. I love the way his full name sounds I wonder if people use to always call Harry, Harold.

"No, no I'm a Freshmen." I correct him with a slight laugh. Senior year is so far away.

"Sorry, you just look so older, So mature." He says and I smile.

"Well thank you, don't mind me asking but what do you do? Sorry I was just wondering?" I ask him hoping not to be rude but it doesn't seem like it as his face turns with delight.

"I'm a Criminal Defense Attorney, I deal with cases on Criminal actions. anyone who breaks the law, gets pressed with any charges, getting accused of, has anything terrible happening to them and they are going to court I can help them." He explains his work to me with a smile. He seems pretty proud by his work and what he does to the community.

Mr. Styles talks to me about his cases and I hear Harry sneak in a few complaints but nothing to bad. I'm happy by the way Harry has been acting, his behavior isn't bad at all. I actually might have caught him listening in on the story about A college student that had an over dose and had a trial about wether or not someone drugged her.

"How about you guys wash up, upstairs while your father helps me set the tabel?" Sophia tells us as she enters the living room.

"Sure, uh second one on the left?" Harry asks her unsure where his room is.

"Yes, glad you remembered." She says with a smile, happy to see Harry knows were his room is. I hear Sophia and David talking about Harry and how happy they are he came. When even was the last time Harry was here? Let alone talk to his family, meaningfully sit down on the couch and talk to them. Harry's Father seemed so happy, and joyful to be in the same room as his own son for once. To see his son come around and to get a look at his life.

"Have you ever even spent a night here?" I ask him as he searches for the light switch against the wall. With his fingers tracing over the wall until the light lights up the room. He has his own king sized bed with red and white fluffy comforter with little candy canes at the bed. They even switched the blanket out for Christmas, when they already know he wont come around. That breaks my heart, for a family that cares so much about him he doesn't care about them. it makes me so sad to see wait around wondering if he will ever come back into their life. Thinking about that one mistake he made that drove Harry out of his life, out of his new sons life.

"No, and I don't plan on it." He says walking into the bathroom, I look around the room seeing the window with white edges, and white blinds. The wooden box at the end of his bed that holds blankets and extra pillows. The dresser on the side of his bed, wondering if it hold clothes for him. I hear the sink turn off before he walks out drying his hands on a red towel, a towel with snowmen on the bottom.

"Are you going to look at my room all day like a winter wonderland, or will you wash your hands?" He asks in a jokingly way. He sits down on the bed before I walk in turning on the faucet on and washing my hands with the vanilla hand soap.

I walk back out of the bathroom and sit down on the bed next to him. "Your acting so good down their." I say proud of him, surprised he hasn't lost it yet.

"The only thing keeping me calm is you." He says in a slow sluggish voice, the palm of his hand comes to my cheek before his lips fall onto mine in a soft manner.

"Your lips are so soft." He whispers and I laugh, before kissing him again wanting to feel his lips against mine.

His hands crawl up the back of my blouse, before laying my on my back. Harry's on top of me with my chest pumping up and down. His kisses become harder and harder, more and more sloppy. My hand moves to the side of my head with his hand in mine, our fingers intertwined. His fingers go to the front of my blouse, wanting to unbutton them.

"Harry, where at your fathers house. We can't." I say, what was I doing am I out of my mind.

"Who cares, they think were washing our hands, I only need a few minutes." He says before unbuttoning my blouse. I give in and my top come off, along with my boots and my jeans. He kisses the valley of my breast leaving affection marks with ever kiss. He leaves a trail down my stomach and to my lace black panties. "So sexy." He curses before sliding them down my cold legs. My feet dangle onto the hard wood floors, where Harry is on his knees with his head in-between my legs. His finger pumps in and out of me, electricity has been shot through my body. My eyes are shut tight, a build up as appeared in my stomach full of bliss. I rock forward and back, making it the most intense orgasm Harry has ever given me. I pull on the red comforter as my toes begin to curl from the pure bliss Harry is giving to me. I feel his long hair as his lips come in contact with me, as I come undone.

Harry come up licking his lips with a smile on his face, he dips down and gives me a kiss. A long kiss full of love, and affection.

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