Forbidden Love
What Was That? (20th Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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I nod, moving my face away from his; trying to hide the explosive redness from my cheeks. Harry’s hands scoop me closer to him, making my back paste itself with his bare chest. “(He whispers in my ear) Its alright, baby. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I turn around, stunned a little from Harry being understanding towards my situation. I place both my hands over his broad shoulders, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.
“We could, but I need a little time. I’m sorry, Harry. I’m just not ready, yet.” His left hand moves from the hold, soothing my hair softly. “Don’t be sorry, it’s alight. I am not going to force you, but you know? I’m actually so happy right now.” I lift my head up, looking at his smile of sunshine rays. “Why?” I ask him, as my smile appears. “Well, for many reasons. One, is because I now know that you love me as much as I do. Two, because I’m relieved that my father hasn’t done… you know.”
I nod at his chest, while I feel a pang of guilt in my own bosom. “(I whisper sadly) Harry?” He hums back softly: “Hmm, love?” I sigh at the word ‘love’ coming out of his mouth. Him calling me ‘love’, is enough for me to stop the guilt admission right now. “Nothing, I just love you.” I feel his happy sigh relieved, as his arms bring me closer than possible.
“(He places his head over mine) I love you more. Now, how about we sleep? I have a lot planned for the both of us, tomorrow.” My excitement increases at what awaits me, tomorrow, so I decide to obey his suggestion. “Good night, Harry.” He sighs, resting his head over mine tenderly. “Good night, beautiful.” With his words that lighten brighter than the sunset, I dive into a deep, relieving sleep.
…The Next Morning…
I wake up to multiple knocks on the door, which causes me to squirm away from Harry’s cuddle. “(He moans, still half asleep) No, come ba-…” I shut him up by placing my hand over his mouth. His tired eyes begin to open, and once his ears catch up to the door being knocked; he snaps out of the mattress. “(He whispers) I’ll go to the bathroom. Go open the door, once I’m in.”
I nod, as he tiptoes to the toilet, closing the door behind him immediately. I rush to open the door, which shows a concerned face from Mrs. Higgins. “Mrs. I’m so sorry to have awakened you, but Sir Harold is missing. Have you, by any chance, seen him leave last night?” I clear my throat, running my hand through my hair roots. “No, why? Isn’t he in the house? Have you checked his bedroom?” She nods in a little panic.
“He’s not there, but his phone and wallet are placed perfectly on his nightstand.” While I try to reply to old lady Higgins, something from the bathroom makes a flop sound. “What was that?” Mrs. Higgins asks, as her face begins to paint a curious expression. “(I stutter in the beginning, while smiling at her) Just um… My hanger has dropped, I guess. Nothing important. (I deviate the subject afterwards) Mrs. Higgins, have you checked the outdoors? As I know so far, Harry enjoys playing sports, or swimming. I recommend you check there, and if not I will go down, myself, and help you. I’m sure he’ll reappear instantly.”
She gives me a thankful smile, as she hurries down the stairs. Considering that Higgins is old, and slower than Harry; I presume that he could move faster to his room while she is searching outside.“(I whisper) Harry? You can come out now.” But he doesn’t answer, which makes me worry largely.
Evelyn's POV:
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I nod, moving my face away from his; trying to hide the explosive redness from my cheeks. Harry’s hands scoop me closer to him, making my back paste itself with his bare chest. “(He whispers in my ear) Its alright, baby. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I turn around, stunned a little from Harry being understanding towards my situation. I place both my hands over his broad shoulders, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.
“We could, but I need a little time. I’m sorry, Harry. I’m just not ready, yet.” His left hand moves from the hold, soothing my hair softly. “Don’t be sorry, it’s alight. I am not going to force you, but you know? I’m actually so happy right now.” I lift my head up, looking at his smile of sunshine rays. “Why?” I ask him, as my smile appears. “Well, for many reasons. One, is because I now know that you love me as much as I do. Two, because I’m relieved that my father hasn’t done… you know.”
I nod at his chest, while I feel a pang of guilt in my own bosom. “(I whisper sadly) Harry?” He hums back softly: “Hmm, love?” I sigh at the word ‘love’ coming out of his mouth. Him calling me ‘love’, is enough for me to stop the guilt admission right now. “Nothing, I just love you.” I feel his happy sigh relieved, as his arms bring me closer than possible.
“(He places his head over mine) I love you more. Now, how about we sleep? I have a lot planned for the both of us, tomorrow.” My excitement increases at what awaits me, tomorrow, so I decide to obey his suggestion. “Good night, Harry.” He sighs, resting his head over mine tenderly. “Good night, beautiful.” With his words that lighten brighter than the sunset, I dive into a deep, relieving sleep.
…The Next Morning…
I wake up to multiple knocks on the door, which causes me to squirm away from Harry’s cuddle. “(He moans, still half asleep) No, come ba-…” I shut him up by placing my hand over his mouth. His tired eyes begin to open, and once his ears catch up to the door being knocked; he snaps out of the mattress. “(He whispers) I’ll go to the bathroom. Go open the door, once I’m in.”
I nod, as he tiptoes to the toilet, closing the door behind him immediately. I rush to open the door, which shows a concerned face from Mrs. Higgins. “Mrs. I’m so sorry to have awakened you, but Sir Harold is missing. Have you, by any chance, seen him leave last night?” I clear my throat, running my hand through my hair roots. “No, why? Isn’t he in the house? Have you checked his bedroom?” She nods in a little panic.
“He’s not there, but his phone and wallet are placed perfectly on his nightstand.” While I try to reply to old lady Higgins, something from the bathroom makes a flop sound. “What was that?” Mrs. Higgins asks, as her face begins to paint a curious expression. “(I stutter in the beginning, while smiling at her) Just um… My hanger has dropped, I guess. Nothing important. (I deviate the subject afterwards) Mrs. Higgins, have you checked the outdoors? As I know so far, Harry enjoys playing sports, or swimming. I recommend you check there, and if not I will go down, myself, and help you. I’m sure he’ll reappear instantly.”
She gives me a thankful smile, as she hurries down the stairs. Considering that Higgins is old, and slower than Harry; I presume that he could move faster to his room while she is searching outside.“(I whisper) Harry? You can come out now.” But he doesn’t answer, which makes me worry largely.
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3/29/15