"I really thought you were different.
In the back of my head, I knew to be careful from previous experiences, but something about you made me leave my guard down.
I thought you were the one to change my view on guys. I put total trust in you. All...
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song: maybe it was me
artist: sody
I sat in my car and looked up at the door to my apartment.
I closed my eyes and sat back in my seat. I just had to get out of there. I couldn't believe I slipped. I wanted to wait, but now I guess I messed that up.
I ran a hand over my belly and looked up through the sun roof to the blue sky, the sun warming my face.
Why me? Why does my life have to be so complicated right now? If I had never walked in on them, where would we be now? Would we still be together, with him seeing other girls behind my back? I guess if I found him cheating now, it would be much worse with my baby on the way.
I can't just sit here in the car forever.
I sighed, shut the car off and headed up the stairs. Opening the door, I came face to face with a bouquet of red roses and a card on the counter.
I shut the door and walked over, admiring the beauty of the flowers and picked up the card, 'We need to talk, love.'
I sighed and set the note down.
I moved the roses to a more sunny place in the kitchen and walked down the hallway to change into something other than my pajamas.
I passed Harry's room and peeked in. He was asleep again, his back turned to the door.
I decided to let him sleep and I went to slip into a pair of sweats, a baggy t-shirt, and threw my hair up into a bun.
I walked to the kitchen and started on a load of dishes to put in the dishwasher.
While they washed, I turned on the TV and listened to some snotty reality star cry about how her boyfriend broke up with her slutty ass, but after a while, I felt my eyes grow heavy and I soon dozed off.
I was back in London. Harry's flat. Our old flat.
I walked up those familiar steps, fumbled with the lock and finally managed to get the door open, when I was soon face to face with Harry, who was having sex with that slut from when I first walked in on them.
As I stood there crying, he smiled evilly at me and pushed into that whore harder, causing her to scream with pleasure.
"Skye!" My eyes shot open and Harry jumped back, "You scared me." He whispered, turning away and sitting down across from me in the chair.
I rubbed my eyes, "Sorry, I fell asleep." I mumbled sitting up.
We were silent. Harry was biting his tongue and staring at the floor while I pushed some stray hairs out of my face.
"Thank you for the roses." I mumbled, nodding towards them.
"You're welcome." Harry said, sitting up higher, "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking at me now.
I grabbed a pillow and played with it's frills, "Because I found out a week after I left, and I didn't want you to know."
"Why?"
I looked up at him angrily, "Have you forgotten already?" I snapped.
He sighed and leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms, "Are you ever going to drop that subject? I already apologized."
"It's kind of hard to forget Harry." I sighed. I watched him, the sun reflecting on his eyes, making them sparkle.
He finally sat up and spoke again, "Skye, I'm really sorry I did that to you. She kissed me first."
"Why didn't you reject her? Then maybe we wouldn't be here like this." I whispered.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I'm a cheating asshole. I know you hate me, but I would like to gain your trust back again." He sat on the floor in front of me and took my hand.
His touch was familiar, and painful with memories at the same time.
"Please, I miss you. After you left, everything went downhill for me. For the boys. You were- are my rock, and without you, I'm just going along blindly through this world."
There was tears in his eyes as he spoke to me.
"Please, Skye. I'll never ever hurt you again, and I would be so grateful if you gave me another chance to prove my love for you again."
I sighed and looked into his heart melting eyes, "Harry, it's going to take a lot for you to gain my trust back. You hurt me that day, but I'll give you another chance."
He bowed his head and kissed my hands, "Thank you." He whispered, "Thank you so much."
I awkwardly rubbed his shoulders as he sat there, "But I want to take it slow. I still need to trust you again."
He nodded and looked back up at me, then down at my belly, "How far along are you?"
"Two months about a week ago." I replied, looking down at the small bump adorned on my stomach.
"Can- Can I touch it?" Harry asked, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.
I thought for a moment, but nodded my head and leaned back a little.
He hesitantly held his hand out, almost unsure where to place his hand.
"It's okay, it's not going to pop out or anything." I chuckled.
He looked up at me frantic, "Don't scare me!" He whined. He took a deep breath and gently placed his hand on my belly. His hands were so warm; I had forgotten how good his touch felt.
I closed my eyes briefly, letting out a small sigh, but opened them again just as fast and he breathed in amazement.
"It's so warm." He whispered. He placed another hand on my belly and rubbed his thumb against it, "Wow."
I cracked a small smile as we sat there.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of his growing baby bump.
"I'm not sure. I want to keep it a surprise." I smiled.
"If it's a girl, let's name her Darcy." He whispered.
I nodded. I know he's always wanted to name his first girl Darcy, so naturally, I had to agree.
"I can't believe it. I'm going to be a father." He whispered, his hands shaking, "I have to tell the boys!" He said, jumping up.
"No!" I yelled, grabbing his cell from the coffee table.
He looked at me as if I had three heads, "What's the matter?" He asked.
I shook my head, "I don't want to tell anyone yet." I said, holding his phone tighter.
"Why not?" He asked, sitting back down on the floor.
"Because I'm not ready to tell anyone." I said, "I didn't want to tell you until later, so I want to wait."
"Skye, they are going to find out eventually." Harry grumbled.
"Yes, when the baby is born." I said, "Please, save me this grief of telling everyone. I want to hold off on it for a little while. You are the only person who knows."
"You haven't told Abby?" He gawked.
"No. I'm one of the lucky ones where my belly isn't big, so it's easier to hide." I said patting my belly.
Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, "Fine, we won't tell them. Yet." Harry said sternly.
I nodded and he placed another hand on my belly, a small smile creeping across his face.
