Summer Break
Trust me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Harry, you do the same thing to me all the time!”
“It’s not the same.” He shook his head.
“Tell me how it isn’t the same.”
“It’s less dramatic when I do it.”
“Less dramatic?! I’m just looking at you.”
“But you have to lift your head up and turn around, whereas I don’t have to do any of that. I just simply look.”
I stared at him for a second in disbelief then moved away.
“What? What are you doing?” he exclaimed.
I moved out of bed towards the bottle of water on my dresser and took a swig, looking over at Harry. He was staring at me with a cheeky grin on his face. I shook my head and put my water back on the dresser. Walking back to my bed, I crawled into my side and turned my back to Harry. I heard him make a soft noise then I saw his hand moving toward me.
“Nope.” I said stopping his hand and moving it back.
“Come on, I was just having a laugh.”
“Oh, hahaha, so funny.” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, stop it!” he said, pulling me over to him.
“Harry!” I laughed. “Leave me alone.” He rolled on top of me, “Oh my god Harry. I can’t breathe.” I hit his arm lightly.
“You are so full of it.” He shook his head and laughed, and then leaned down to kiss me.
When he moved back, I held his face as he hovered over me, studying his features. I pushed back the hair on the side of his face. Harry groaned then rolled over lifting me on him. He blinked a couple of times and I just smiled.
“What?”’
“You know what my mom used to do to me?” I put my elbow on his chest to support myself.
“Tell me.”
“When I was younger, and we were at my grandparents’ house, I used to get sleepy and I’d fall asleep in her lap or just in a chair.” I paused, smiling slightly at the memory. “Close your eyes.”
“Why? I’m kind of scared.”
“Just trust me!” he listened to me, closing his eyes. “She would take her pinky finger, and run it across my eyelashes.” I showed him and he smiled with his eyes still closed. “And it always made me laugh.”
Harry blinked his eyes open. “You’re incredible.” His voice was low, slow, and beautiful.
Instead of answering, I moved from his chest to his side and cuddled against him.
“Tell me about her.” He rubbed my arm slowly with his thumb.
I traced random lines over his skin with my hand, “Well… she was amazing. She had the best laugh, the loudest laugh. Kind of like mine, but like twenty times louder.” I laughed a bit at the thought. “She was so kind, the sweetest and happiest person you’d ever meet. You know what she used to do, one Christmas I was getting the game Yhatzee and it was already wrapped up. Well, my dad wasn’t home so we shook the boxes to see which one was the game, so when we found it, we opened it. Then we played a couple times and wrapped it up again.” I could feel his chest moving up and down, I laughed too. “We used to stay up at night, and sleep in the living room and watch TV. I remember walking into the living room at 2 in the morning, and she would be up reading Harry Potter. She loved Harry Potter so much, it was crazy.” I laid there quiet for a while, just thinking. “When I wasn’t feeling good, she used to rub my back… I miss that, her always being there for me.” I was quiet again for longer this time, for a while I thought Harry might have fallen asleep, but he moved his hand to my back and started rubbing in circles. “Sometimes I feel so bad, for not thanking her enough for everything she did for me, for being such a good mom. I never realized how good she was or how much she meant to me.” I felt the tears fall from my eyes, I wiped them away quickly with my hand. “I never thought my time with her would be so short. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past; I hope she can forgive me. I just want her to be proud of me.” I was almost sobbing now.
Harry sat up in the bed and pulled me closer to him as I continue crying. I appreciated him letting me, then he stopped just soon enough, pulling me back so he could look at me. I tried wiping my tears, but they kept coming. Harry took his thumbs and wiped away my tears. “Annabelle,” he said softly, pulling up my face to look at him. “Your mother sounds amazing, and she raised an equally as amazing daughter. Annabelle, how could she not be proud of you? From the sound of it, all you’ve done is grow into an intelligent, beautiful, and confident woman who is chasing after her dreams of doing what she’s wanted her whole life. You are very admirable, and you know what makes that even better? You don’t understand that you have overcome so much, you have gone through so much, and you are so sweet, kind, and thoughtful still.”
A few more tears shed from the kind words. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him there. He was surprised at first from my quick actions, but soon his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. Harry kissed my temple, and then rested his head in the crook of my neck. After sitting there for what seemed like forever quietly, Harry started rubbing my back and breathing a little louder.
“Can you answer something for me?” He kissed where his head was before pulling his head back to look into my eyes.
I nodded slowly; suddenly his eyes were filled with sadness? I couldn’t tell.
He opened his mouth, and softly spoke, “Do you trust me?” There wasn’t really any thinking necessary. I never trust anyone so easily, I never care to. I didn’t tell anyone about how I felt with my mom, yet I just spilled it all to Harry. I even told him to trust me and he did so easily. It didn’t matter if I was afraid of getting hurt, or if I was afraid of Harry getting hurt. He deserved me being honest with him. The long silence droned on, and I could tell Harry was getting a little scared because of my lack of verbal communication.
“Harry I… I trust you.” I nodded as the words came out of my mouth. The truth was as much as it scared me before, and how much it still does, I trusted him with every part of me.
He laughed loudly, which kinda shocked me, and then he pushed me down with him on the bed. My head was on his chest while he was on top of me; he kissed my head and whispered. “You’re perfect.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “Harry, you are seriously going to boost my ego so much, I am gonna have the biggest head, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.” I shrugged.
“Ha! You? Never!”
“Harry, you do the same thing to me all the time!”
“It’s not the same.” He shook his head.
“Tell me how it isn’t the same.”
“It’s less dramatic when I do it.”
“Less dramatic?! I’m just looking at you.”
“But you have to lift your head up and turn around, whereas I don’t have to do any of that. I just simply look.”
I stared at him for a second in disbelief then moved away.
“What? What are you doing?” he exclaimed.
I moved out of bed towards the bottle of water on my dresser and took a swig, looking over at Harry. He was staring at me with a cheeky grin on his face. I shook my head and put my water back on the dresser. Walking back to my bed, I crawled into my side and turned my back to Harry. I heard him make a soft noise then I saw his hand moving toward me.
“Nope.” I said stopping his hand and moving it back.
“Come on, I was just having a laugh.”
“Oh, hahaha, so funny.” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, stop it!” he said, pulling me over to him.
“Harry!” I laughed. “Leave me alone.” He rolled on top of me, “Oh my god Harry. I can’t breathe.” I hit his arm lightly.
“You are so full of it.” He shook his head and laughed, and then leaned down to kiss me.
When he moved back, I held his face as he hovered over me, studying his features. I pushed back the hair on the side of his face. Harry groaned then rolled over lifting me on him. He blinked a couple of times and I just smiled.
“What?”’
“You know what my mom used to do to me?” I put my elbow on his chest to support myself.
“Tell me.”
“When I was younger, and we were at my grandparents’ house, I used to get sleepy and I’d fall asleep in her lap or just in a chair.” I paused, smiling slightly at the memory. “Close your eyes.”
“Why? I’m kind of scared.”
“Just trust me!” he listened to me, closing his eyes. “She would take her pinky finger, and run it across my eyelashes.” I showed him and he smiled with his eyes still closed. “And it always made me laugh.”
Harry blinked his eyes open. “You’re incredible.” His voice was low, slow, and beautiful.
Instead of answering, I moved from his chest to his side and cuddled against him.
“Tell me about her.” He rubbed my arm slowly with his thumb.
I traced random lines over his skin with my hand, “Well… she was amazing. She had the best laugh, the loudest laugh. Kind of like mine, but like twenty times louder.” I laughed a bit at the thought. “She was so kind, the sweetest and happiest person you’d ever meet. You know what she used to do, one Christmas I was getting the game Yhatzee and it was already wrapped up. Well, my dad wasn’t home so we shook the boxes to see which one was the game, so when we found it, we opened it. Then we played a couple times and wrapped it up again.” I could feel his chest moving up and down, I laughed too. “We used to stay up at night, and sleep in the living room and watch TV. I remember walking into the living room at 2 in the morning, and she would be up reading Harry Potter. She loved Harry Potter so much, it was crazy.” I laid there quiet for a while, just thinking. “When I wasn’t feeling good, she used to rub my back… I miss that, her always being there for me.” I was quiet again for longer this time, for a while I thought Harry might have fallen asleep, but he moved his hand to my back and started rubbing in circles. “Sometimes I feel so bad, for not thanking her enough for everything she did for me, for being such a good mom. I never realized how good she was or how much she meant to me.” I felt the tears fall from my eyes, I wiped them away quickly with my hand. “I never thought my time with her would be so short. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past; I hope she can forgive me. I just want her to be proud of me.” I was almost sobbing now.
Harry sat up in the bed and pulled me closer to him as I continue crying. I appreciated him letting me, then he stopped just soon enough, pulling me back so he could look at me. I tried wiping my tears, but they kept coming. Harry took his thumbs and wiped away my tears. “Annabelle,” he said softly, pulling up my face to look at him. “Your mother sounds amazing, and she raised an equally as amazing daughter. Annabelle, how could she not be proud of you? From the sound of it, all you’ve done is grow into an intelligent, beautiful, and confident woman who is chasing after her dreams of doing what she’s wanted her whole life. You are very admirable, and you know what makes that even better? You don’t understand that you have overcome so much, you have gone through so much, and you are so sweet, kind, and thoughtful still.”
A few more tears shed from the kind words. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him there. He was surprised at first from my quick actions, but soon his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. Harry kissed my temple, and then rested his head in the crook of my neck. After sitting there for what seemed like forever quietly, Harry started rubbing my back and breathing a little louder.
“Can you answer something for me?” He kissed where his head was before pulling his head back to look into my eyes.
I nodded slowly; suddenly his eyes were filled with sadness? I couldn’t tell.
He opened his mouth, and softly spoke, “Do you trust me?” There wasn’t really any thinking necessary. I never trust anyone so easily, I never care to. I didn’t tell anyone about how I felt with my mom, yet I just spilled it all to Harry. I even told him to trust me and he did so easily. It didn’t matter if I was afraid of getting hurt, or if I was afraid of Harry getting hurt. He deserved me being honest with him. The long silence droned on, and I could tell Harry was getting a little scared because of my lack of verbal communication.
“Harry I… I trust you.” I nodded as the words came out of my mouth. The truth was as much as it scared me before, and how much it still does, I trusted him with every part of me.
He laughed loudly, which kinda shocked me, and then he pushed me down with him on the bed. My head was on his chest while he was on top of me; he kissed my head and whispered. “You’re perfect.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “Harry, you are seriously going to boost my ego so much, I am gonna have the biggest head, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.” I shrugged.
“Ha! You? Never!”
Notes
Hiii!Alright so, this isn't as good as I hoped it would be, but I was like, "I need to post." I'm so exhausted though, my cousin just flew in from Japan and we've been so busy. Last night we decided to just talk and catch up until 2 in the morning, then we had to get up at like 6 this morning. Anyway, I was just finishing this chapter and I fell asleep while typing! Like, what? Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Oh! And I almost to 40 subscribers! vvhat? Thank you so much!!!! I am so happy. Thanks for commenting too! I love love love reading those. So if you feel like making someones day better, you can make mine better by commenting down below! Hahaha. Snuck that in there. Anyway, I'm gonna take a nap... actually i'm not cause we're leaving in 15 minutes. Dang it. New chapter will be up hopefully soon! I'm leaving for New York in a couple days and I don't know when I'll be able to write. So, sorry! I'll try. Alright, I've written a novel. Thanks for reading and EVERYTHING! I hope you enjoyed this!!! Have a nice day... or night. Byeeeeeee.
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3/23/15