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Chapter 68

Kally's P.O.V

Harry and I have been in Cheshire for awhile. Harry and I were trying to decide whether we should split up for the holidays, or stay together. Ashley wanted to spend Christmas with me, and so did my mom. And I wanted Harry to spend time with his family without me. I felt like I've been very clingy this week, and I wanted to give him space.

"Babe please! They would love to see you!" Harry pleads.

"Harry... Please." I say.

"No Kally, we're married. You're part of the family now. You don't have to feel like you're intruding!" Harry says.

"Well, I do, no matter what..."

Harry's P.O.V

Kally and I's friendly conversation turned into a heated argument very quick. We had to just take a break from each other, so I sat on the couch downstairs while Kally was upstairs. I missed her. I wanted to hold her. I get up, and walk up the stairs.

I enter the bedroom to see Kally drawing.

"Hey." I say.

"Hi." She says not looking up from her drawing.

"What are you drawing?" I ask.

"Beyoncé." She says softly.

I smile. I have a joke.

"Hey Kitten! What did jay-z call Beyoncé when they were engaged? Fiancé!" I laugh harder than I need to.

"I know Harry. I hear that joke all the time.." She says.

"Babe." I pout. I sit on the bed, and rest my head on her shoulder.

"What?" Kally whispers.

"I'm sorry." I sigh.

"For..?" Kally says. I hate it when she does this.

"For yelling at you. If you don't feel comfortable spending Christmas with me, then I understand. I mean, I'm your husband, I don't know why you'd be uncomfortable but-" Kally cuts me off.

"You just don't get it do you?" She asks, and finally looks at me.

"Get what?" I ask.

She sighs. "I feel out of place when I'm with your family, Harry." Kally whispers.

"W-What happen? Did someone say something to you?" I question.

"No Harry! I really don't want to talk about it so just leave me alone." She says, going back to her drawing.

I sigh, and think. What could be so wrong? Kally was never herself when she was around my family. But why? Did they say something to her? If so, what could it be? I think some more, and then it hits me.

It's her race.

Kally's P.O.V

"It's because you're black, isn't it?" I hear. I told him I didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah." I sigh, and continue drawing.

"Babe, we've talked about this." Harry says.

"Yeah, for like five minutes." I say.

"Babe, look at me." Harry whispers.

"No Harry, just leave me alone." I sigh.

"No Kally, look at me." He says sternly, so I do.

I look into his piercing green eyes. They look like a forest. A forest that I would get lost in.

Harry sighs. "Do you feel the same way around me?" He asks.

"Yes.." I whisper.

"Baby..." Harry trails off.

"I couldn't tell you, Harry. I knew it would only make things awkward between us." I say.

"How long have you felt this way?" He asks.

"Harry, I've always felt this way! Ever since you asked me to be your girlfriend I've been self conscious about myself being black. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner..." I whisper.

I had looked away, and I see Harry crying.

"See, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you! You're crying!" I say.

"Why wouldn't I? Knowing that you feel this way makes me upset!" Harry cries.

"Harry, I'm sorry! But don't take it personal, okay? I still love you.." I say.

"And I still love you! And my family loves you! I don't care if you were Chinese, Japanese, biracial (mixed), or whatever! I love you, Kally, not because of what you look like, but because of you and your beautiful personality!" Harry says, and he stops crying.

"O-Okay." I whisper. Harry kind of snapped when he said that, and now I was scared.

"Kally, I'm serious." Harry says.

"I know!" I say.

"I love you so much, Kitten. I don't care what you look like." Harry says, then he hugs me.

"I love you, too." I whisper.

Harry hugs me tighter, and I feel loved. And I believed every single word that Harry spoke to me...