Darling I'm No Angel

Victoria's POV


"Maybe it's because I thought you were dead." Is what I thought about saying. I didn't want him thinking I had become insane, at least not yet anyway.

Looking again at the clock I mindlessly stare at everyday I see that the time is 11:11. I never really found the significance for that theoretical wishing period, but who was I to critique? I spent my morning hours wishing for someone who had so easily become a distant memory and now I sat beside my wildest desire. It's funny actually because when I was younger my grandmother would tell Chloe and myself that it was just a superstition that people believed in. And for sixty seconds you want the unattainable hoping that one day in the near future it would come true. But there was a stipulation price if you look away and the time would change to 11:12 your wish would never come true. Grandmother was probably the person responsible for all the butterflies I have in my head to this day. The thing is I got what I asked for this time, which is rare in my case.

My hands rested on my lap and I squeezed my left hand for reassurance that the pain in my hand I was feeling was real and that Harry was too. I had to let go of my hand eventually because my fingers began to throb. Harry who tried to follow my gaze to see what I so fixated on, was just as quiet as I was. Knowing how he acts I knew he couldn't stay like that for much longer.

"I don't get it." He said turning around facing my side. I turned my head slightly to face him and something just wasn't clicking in my brain. I couldn't look at him for longer than five seconds.

"For two people who supposedly love each other you're acting very resilient towards me." Harry said.

"I'm sorry." My fragment of a sentence trembled. I kept saying the only two words that I knew made sense to me.

"For what?" He exhaled. Harry reached across my lap and pulled my hands apart taking them into his. His one hand could cover the both of mine. Harry closed his hands around with mine shaking them gently. "Victoria will you just talk to me. . . please?" Harry begged which he rarely did. What was I doing to him? I could feel the pain from heart trying to squeeze its way out of my chest.

I pictured seeing him in person a thousand an one ways, and this wasn't one of them. "I'm just trying to get use to all the normal things again that isn't that regular to me anymore. I walked in here an there you were out of the blue." I confessed only a little. I couldn't possibly muster up the nerves to tell him why I was still here.

"Me? Since when I have been known to being normal?" Harry asked his voice echoing through the room. "Well there was that one time." I said jokingly.

He sighed. "Being in here one hundred an eleven days You don't have to excuse your behavior for anyone." Hearing him say it made all the difference to me. I knew my outcome from the accident. I'd gone over it in detail with Dr.Ross. I could almost remember her from word to word. Listening to Harry talk about it was like hearing the conformation I finally needed to hear.

"So you've been keeping track?" I asked him. He looked almost like he didn't want to answer the question. "I guess you can I've missed you a lot." He said flashing a bittersweet grin. "I tend to have that effect on people." I nodded. I looked up at Harry and the moment our eyes locked I thought it would be like looking at each other for the first time. Instead it felt though as if I was sitting with someone I use to know.

"What?" I laughed nervously as I grew instantly intimidated. "Exactly what is that?" Harry asked pointing over to the crack between the bed and the nightstand. His gaze had drifted to elsewhere. As if the sleeping prophet Edgar Casey predicated it better himself. Harry was of course asking about my painting, and the Harry in the boat house was curious to know what was on the pages. I was still seeing two Harry's at once.

"It's a picture." I say quickly.

"Of what? Come on let's see it, you know how long it's been since I've seen a thing you've done?" Harry said trying to sound convincing. "And you are going to keep on waiting." I said smiling trying to enforce the word no upon Harry which wasn't exactly an easy task to do. His eyes grew with more contentment as he stared at the corner edges of the freshly painted canvas. He so boldly stretched his arm out to grab it. I tugged on his elbow stopping him this time. "I believed I told you no." I said.

"Yes but I'm afraid if I wait any longer I am going to loose it." Harry replied. My cheeks felt hot and I'm certain that they turned to an abnormal shading of red. It was obvious he wasn't speaking about the painting anymore. I hadn't realized I was still holding onto him. I dropped his arm and leaned back. "Would it be crazy of me if I asked if I could kiss you?" Harry asked his voice deep and raspy.

"I have seen and her heard crazier things." I said trying to rid of troubled feeling I was having. Harry inhaled sharply and moved suddenly like I was going to say the word no. I couldn't say it anymore even if I tried to force it from my mouth. He kisses me and there were no fireworks. I was thankful for that, due from past experiences with them I wanted to avoid them at all cost. No it was more like an explosive imploding inside of me.

What started out as a simple kiss escalated quickly into something more. His lips did not leave mine. Harry scooted backwards taking me with him. My hands move involuntarily to his shirt. I couldn't talk to him not yet so it was left up to the art of body language.I pulled my leg over his hip, which meant I didn't want him to leave, maybe even never. Harry was fully aware of our silent conversation. His breath was fast and his hands were desperate. The back of my gown had ties to keep it closed. Harry's hand ran up my back, I could feel all them coming undone at once. My hands where on his neck pulling his body closer to mine. His mouth kissed my neck beneath my ear, then to my exposed shoulder.

"Wait" I gasped. I pulled myself back. Regretting breaking up apart. "My doctor thinks that I'm pregnant." I said loudly enough for a crowd to hear.

The door was closed but it wasn't locked. So anyone could have easily walked in and they did. Rolling over back to were I was sitting, pulling up my clothes up.

"I should've knocked!" He said. I thought he would turn around and leave. Pretend he didn't see or hear anything he just witnessed. Harry not knowing who to look at darted his eyes back and forth between that guy I just met out in the hall. Who look exactly like someone I had never met. If that makes any sense.

"Then again it's good to see you again." The guy said not acting fazed by Harry and I.

He was actually coming off a bit full of himself. Harry looked at him his eyes wild and dark I knew that look all too well. He wasn't to speaking to me. He was talking to Harry.

Notes