Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

In The Lonely Hour

⏩Chapter: 009⏪


“Do you like these? I like these.’’ Sophia states as she points at a pair of sandals on display.
Juliet observes the shoes closely, just trying to waste time away honestly – she was appreciative of Harry’s gesture but this was all too much for her.
‘’Juliet?’’ Harry asks her, touching her hand with his.
She doesn’t reply, just stares at the shoes but not actually at them. She was thinking about nothing certain, she couldn’t keep her mind straight – thoughts flying by and comments soaring through her brain.
‘’Juliet?’’ Harry repeats, snapping her from her trance this go around.
He furrows his eyebrows as he steps in front of her, staring down at the girl he took under his wing.
‘’Are you okay darling?’’ He whispers softly, putting his hand on her waist softly.
She nods lightly, shrugging a tad as she sighs deeply, looking away from Harry’s intense gaze.
‘’Maybe you need to sit down for a bit.. you look like you’re about to pass out.’’ Sophia insists.
‘’Yeah, c’mon.. there’s a stool over here.’’ Harry tells her as he takes a hold her hand and slowly leads her to the end of the isle of shoes to the cushioned bench.
Harry releases her hand as she goes to sit down, trying to keep her balance. Harry kneels down in front her, his arms leaned on his legs as he looked at her from his short distance away.
‘’Tell me what’s wrong, love.. I can tell something’s not okay.’’ Harry whispers once Sophia had walked off to search for more shoes.
‘’I.. I just.’’ She stops herself, looking over at the baby’s stroller to distract herself but she knew good and well Harry wasn’t going to let that happen.
‘’Juliet, tell me, I promise what it is it won’t be any trouble. Please, I just need to make sure you’re okay.’’ Harry gently presses his hand against Juliet’s warm cheek, feeling that the temperature of her skin wasn’t normal – something was indeed wrong and he only wanted to know so he could fix it.
“This is just all.. too much.. I can’t.. handle it.’’ She bites the inside of her cheek as she looks down at her hands in her lap, trying to understand what was really going on but it was just so damn hard for her to do.
‘’You mean.. me? Or.. what?’’ Harry asks, raising his eyebrows slightly confused and worried at the same time.
‘’No, no.. Not you, Harry.. this.. picking out.. stuff, I can’t.. do it. I’m sorry.. I.. can accept it, I’ve told you that.. already.. but I just can’t.. go through every store.. look at every item.. it gives me.. anxiety, like I’m about to have a panic attack.’’ She says, her hands shaking lightly as she lifts one of them to push her hair behind her ear.
‘’Okay.. how about you and I head on back to the house and you can take a nice bath and get relaxed, okay? And I’m sure Sophia would fancy doing this for you. She’s a shopaholic if you haven’t noticed.’’ Harry smiled lightly at his humor, standing up and taking a hold of Juliet’s hands.
Juliet squeezes his hands back as she slowly stands up, trying to keep her balance. She stumbles forward and falls against Harry’s front.
‘’Opps, are you okay love?’’ Harry asks as he puts his arms around her back, keeping her against him – loving the feeling it gave him.
‘’I.. I need to.. lay down.’’ She whispers against his chest, her voice muffled by his shirt.
‘’Okay, c’mon let’s go before you get even more dizzy.’’ Harry whispers back, petting her hair softly, one hand on her waist the other on the back of her head.
He loved the feeling of having her this close, her body against his, his touch on her, the smell of her hair mixed with his cologne, he loved everything little butterfly that was in his stomach – and you know there’s zillions right now.


* * *



Juliet and Harry arrived at the estate almost ten minutes ago. Harry assisted her upstairs and got her bath water running as she feed the baby and got him to sleep in the crib that still sat in her claimed bedroom because the nursery wasn’t done yet.
Harry added soap to the water as it ran – bubbles would relax her he knew that for sure. She was grateful – as usual – and gladly thanked him for it and everything else yet again.
However, the only part that wasn’t planned was Niall and Liam’s cars in the driveway when they got here. Harry knew the guys just went on it after getting the gateman to unlock the security system – only certain people could get in when Harry wasn’t home.
At the moment, Harry sat in the basketball court watching Liam and Niall shoot balls, battling each other for twenty dollars, a common thing those two do.
‘’You ain’t gonna play the winner, Harry?’’ Niall says with a smirk as he misses the basket again, for the third time in a row.
‘’No.. I’m.. thinking right now.’’ Harry says as he leans his back against the wall, he was sitting on the top bleacher far from the war on the waxed court.
‘’About what?’’ Liam asks, missing the basket.
‘’Juliet.’’ Harry sighs loudly, his voice echoing in the court.
‘’Yeah Sophia said she wasn’t looking too well today.’’ Liam says as Niall takes his shot.
‘’Panic attacks.. she told me she.. has panic attacks..’’ Harry says, leaning his head against the concrete wall.
“Just another problem for you to handle.’’ Niall says with a chuckle – it was more of a joke than a legit statement, but of course Harry took it hard, straight to the heart.
‘’Juliet isn’t a fucking problem.’’ He raises his voice as he stares at Niall, who just looks away and sighs, rolling his eyes at Harry’s attitude.
‘’I was joking.’’ Niall tells him.
‘’There are some things you don’t need to joke about, Niall.’’ Liam says, agreeing with Harry this time.
“Juliet isn’t a problem, her being sixteen isn’t a problem, her son isn’t a problem, she’s not a problem.’’ Harry clears things up as he goes down the stairs, having enough of this conversation already.
‘’Where you going, Haz?’’ Liam calls out as Harry walks away from the two of them.
‘’To work out.. I need to take my anger out on something that isn’t alive.’’ Harry says – referring to the punching bag – as he heads across the court to a set of metal double doors that lead to the gym.

Notes

>>sorry it's short guys - had a busy weekend! Late Happy Easter my loves!!! ❤❤❤ love you > leave comments and feedback please! << more updates to come!!>>•<<

~B~

Comments

Please update. I've been reading since the beginning. I love this story.

PLEASSSSSSSSE UPDATEEEEEEEEEEE

weirdostyles weirdostyles
7/16/16

@b r i a n n a
yay I've miss you my love!!! excellent update harry is such a gentleman and just as an fyi i've missed your stories about my beloved Niall too....

Allie Miller Allie Miller
7/13/16

@XKALEIGHSTYLES57X @Allie Miller @Louis_bae
I have returned ♥♥

brianna.smith brianna.smith
7/12/16

Continue

Louis_bae Louis_bae
5/17/16