Harry's arms wrapped around me and he cuddled into my neck, softly kissing down on my neck. I giggled, turning around and my arms coming around his neck. I smiled at him, and rubbed his hand that was resting on my waist. I try to get up but he doesn't let me.
"Baby, let go. We have to get ready." I said, softly. Rubbing his cheeks and my other hand coming to his hand on me.
"I don't want to." he mumbled, and my hand came to his face and I lifted his face and he looked into my eyes.
"I know, but we have to go." I said, softly. "You wouldn't forgive yourself if you didn't." I whispered, he opened his eyes and bit his lips while looking at me, and I gave him a soft look. "Please get it up."
"I will." he said, his eyes looking sad. "I can't. I can't believe that he's gone." he said, sadly.
"I know." I whisper.
"I don't want to see them. I'm not close to any of them, we can visit his grave-."
"No." I stop him. "We have to get up and go. I know you haven't seen them in ten years but. You have to, I'm going."
"Do we have to stay the night?" he lightly questions.
"Yes. There out in the middle of nowhere. We'd have nowhere to go." I whisper, and he sighs. "I'm sorry baby." I said, and he looked into my eyes and nodded. "Now. Come get a shower with me." I whispered, and he smirked.
"How did I get you as my wife?" he whispered and I smiled widely.
"I ask myself that everyday." I said, kissing his lips before getting up and walking to the bathroom and he follows me.
"Nina." he said, coming after me.
"Yes?"
"I'm trying." he said, coming to me and wrapping his arms around me. "I will try, I just. I haven't seen them in so long, I. I can't believe it's been a year." he whispered, looking down at me, sorrow in his eyes.
"Me neither." I said, my hand coming up this hair.
"I can do this. If you're by my side." he said and I smiled up at him, before getting on my tippy toes and kissing him on the lips.
We got into the car and headed off to Johnson's Mansion. Harry had known Oliver for years, we grew up with him and they were always very close. I had met him and we had all been friends. Oliver was there for Harry through thick and thin. Their old friend group was rough around the edges and it was hell to go through. Harry's family moved to New York when he was 18, and the next year he met Oliver at his college. He swore to never go back to Maine, he never wanted to remember his past. But now that Oliver had died from a freak accident, only a year ago, we didn't have a funeral. But now his family is inviting all of his friends to their mansion to honor him.
Harry didn't want to go back. I didn't know everything about his past, but I knew that he was straight and narrow. We had met in his last year of college, he was training to be a lawyer, and was in his eighth year, and I was training to be a nurse, my fourth year. We met and clicked immediately, we got married a year after dating, and that was four years ago.
I didn't care about his past, I loved him for who he was today, and trusted him. I know things were bad, but he is different now. He's a good man.
We kept driving until we got to the mansion. His hand was kept in mine, his Adam's apple had been bobbing back and forth. I knew he was nervous, he didn't hide that fact. Lots of cars had been around already, and we parked and he looked over at me.
"We could go back." he said, looking at me, and my hand came up to his jaw.
"We could. But we aren't, baby." I whispered to him. "You'll be okay."
