Surround yourself with good thoughts.

March 22, 2012
Gina Styles’ Bedroom

“He’s so distant with me.” Gina forcefully shook her head and made her way to the giant window on her wall, her dress flowing behind her. “I know he’s not my real son, but I still want him to treat me like his real mother.”


“I’m sorry that he’s so distant from you.” I muttered and she sighed, walking back towards me.


“I want him to be good. I want him to be a good man, and I want him to fall in love one day.” She poured our tea and I smiled.


“You mean you actually care about his feelings?” Oh shit! “I’m sorry, that just slipped.” I covered my mouth and mentally slapped myself in the face.


“Others may think that I don’t care about his feelings, but yes, I do. Ever since his father died, I wanted to be more close to him. But my mother begged me to move in with her, so I live with her. I am going to visit here as much as possible.” She nodded her head and picked up a cup. “Creme?”


“Please.” I smiled, holding out my cup. “So, why are you all of a sudden making him get married?” I put two spoonfuls of sugar in my tea and she looked at me from under her lashes.


“Why? Does it bother you? That he’s getting married to another woman?” She crossed her legs and sipped her tea.


“No. I mean..” I stopped myself and I shook my head.


“What do you mean? Would you like to tell me? I don’t have a daughter, and I’d love to speak with you about your problems.” She brought her cup to her lips once again and I laughed.


“Yeah, well when the times comes, you can talk to your daughter-in-law.” I looked up at the pictures on her wall and smiled when I saw a picture of her and Nicholas.


“He was a wonderful man.” As if she was reading my mind, she spoke about Nicholas. “He was the greatest man God could have ever blessed me with.”


“It seems to me that you blessed him.” I picked up the picture on the table and they were both covered in feathers from bed pillows, collapsed onto the floor together. “You seem to have completed him entirely.”


I looked up to see her wiping at her eyes and I set my cup down. But then she started crying. I stood up and walked over to her, sitting down beside her.


“He was the best man in the entire world. He was so caring, and so gentle. He never did anything to hurt me and he always helped me when I was in need,” She buried her face in her hands. “But this one time, I couldn’t help him.”


“Gina. It is not your fault.” I rubbed her back, and she ever so softly laid her head on my shoulder. “If anything, you should be happy for the time you spent together.”


We sat there for a moment and she wiped her eyes and sat up, looking at me. “Harry was lucky to have you when he did.” She tucked my hair behind my ear and I looked down.


“I thought you hated me whenever I was hanging around Harry.” I mumbled.


“Oh I did.” She said dryly and I brought my hand to my forehead. “But I growed to love you. No matter what I said, you and Harry always found a way to come crawling back to each other. And I loved that desperation and intensity about you, Anastasia.”


“Yeah, well now that intensity has blown out.” I muttered and she shook her head.


“No it hasn’t. I’ve seen the way you two still look at each other. That intensity grows stronger everyday.”


“And so does our distance.” We sat there for a moment and I looked at her. “If you think me and Harry are so good together, then why did you set him up to get married?”


“Because,” She let out a deep breath. “I saw something broken in the both of you, and I thought that you two wouldn’t last.”


“I appreciate your faith in us, Mrs. Styles.” I raised my thumb up and she laughed.


“But, I didn’t want to see him broken anymore. So I set it up to where he would get married. I can’t change what has already been set up.” That thought brought tears to my eyes but I took a deep breath.


“I heard Penelope’s family is coming over tomorrow night, and they’ll be staying for a week.” I changed the subject and she smiled.


“Oh yes. Her parents are married and she has an older brother. I think he’s a year older than Harry, but he’s rather attractive. Maybe you two could get to know each other.” She rubbed her shoulder against mine teasingly and I shook my head.


“Oh no. Not me. I’m not that kind of girl.” I smiled and she handed me my tea cup.


“More tea?” She asked and I nodded my head, letting her pour some more in my cup. “So what do you think of Penelope?”


“I don’t think of her.” I hastily shook my head and she frowned at me.


“You don’t like her?” She set her cup down and I shook my head again.


“Oh no. Never have, never will.” She smirked at me and flicked her long hair over her shoulder.


“That’s only because she stole your man.” She laughed out loud when I scowled at her.


“She has not stolen him. He still pays more attention to me than he does to her.” I crossed my legs and she took a sip of her tea.


“I told Penelope to seduce him.” She blurted and I nearly choked on the air.


“You did what now?” I cleared my throat and looked at her.


“I told Penelope to seduce Harry. It’s not going to be that hard, I promise.” She gave me a curt nod and I growled.


“You shouldn’t tell me things like that Gina. It makes me antsy.” I stood up and made my way to the door.


“Where are you going?” She stood up and I looked at her. “I’m not finished with you.”


“Well sorry Gina, but I’m finished here.” I went to open the door but it went flying open and I took a step back.


“What the hell is wrong with you mother?! Have you completely lost your goddamned mind?!” Harry came flying through the door and Gina scowled.


“I have no absolute idea of what you are talking about.” She ran her hands down her dress and I balled my fists.


“Do you honestly think sex is going to make me fall in love with a woman?!” He was getting angrier with every word he said.


“Well it sure did make you fall in love with this one!” Gina yelled, gesturing to me.


I looked at Harry and his wild eyes met mine. “I have nothing to say to that.” I stated and swallowed, looking down.


“Ana, I…” He trailed off, and turned back to his mother. “You do not have the fucking right to tell me who I can and can not love! I am a man of my own! And when it comes to loving someone you have no right! I don’t give a shit what is ordered from you, I will never love that tramp in there! Do you honestly think you can make her throw herself at me?! What if she didn’t want to do that! You hurt her, and you hurt me.” His voice was hoarse, and I looked to Gina, who was just standing there with her arms crossed.


“Scold me all you want Harry, but I am making you get married to Penelope.” She snapped and he ran his hands through his hair.


“I’ll burn in hell before I ever do that.” He pointed his finger and Gina laughed.


“Good,” She pointed to me. “Maybe you can take her down to hell with you! I’m sure you’d still be able to get along down there!”


The. Fuck.


“Mother! I am this close to having a rampage! If you don’t stop, so help me I will-”


“You’ll do what Harold? Just tell me exactly what you’ll do? Have you forgotten that I am the one who raised you? Have you forgotten that I am the one who has been here for you ever since you were a baby? Have you forgotten that I am your mother and I am trying to do what’s best for you?” She took a step forward and Harry’s chin trembled.


“You are not, my mother.” He said and she stopped where she was. Her heart was broken, I could tell.


Then Harry turned to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the room.


“Are you okay?” I asked him as he pulled me down the hall. We walked into his office and he slammed the door shut.


“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need you to hold me.” He whispered and I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.


He breathed rapidly on my neck and I tightened my grip around him.


“Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” I whispered and he looked at me.


“Not if I can’t have you, Anastasia.” He shook his head and I put my hands on his cheeks. “I won’t be able to live with Penelope and be married to her at the same time. I am meant for you, and you are meant for me,” He placed my hand on his rapidly beating heart. “No matter what happens bébé, I promise, it will always be Ana and Harry.”


I smiled at him and kissed his lips, drawing him back into a hug.


“Damnit woman, I love you so goddamned much. You’re going to have to kill me before I ever stop looking at you.” I ran my hands down his back and he groaned on my neck. “I love you Anastasia. I don’t care what my mother says.”


“I love you Harry.” I whispered and he put his hands on my cheeks.


“Good, because if you didn’t, I’d be living in a stronger hell.” Oh Harry. I already am.

Notes

"It will always be Ana and Harry."
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