Love in a Photograph

I watch Harry sleep in a non creepy way, his light snores make me chuckle and how a bit of his mouth is opened. I brush some curls out of his way careful not to wake him. My heart bleeds for the man I love, his parents both gone, I know there was no existing relationship between the three of them but still there his parents. It surprises me how he has reacted to this situation. But whatever he needs or needs to do I'll be here.


I decide to get out of bed and go to my painting studio. I wish Harry would open up to me, about how, what his feeling. His should so closed off. I always let him in whenever I feel certain things, why can't he do the same with me? As I paint and feel peace I then look back at the canvas and looks blurry. I blink a few times and still same vision. I then feel an odd sensation in my stomach I drop my brush and run to the bathroom that luckily is right next door. I open the toilet lid and empty out.

I then get up and brush my teeth and rinse my face, "Hey everything ok?" I see a sleepy harry rubbing his tired eyes at the bathroom doorway. "Ah yea" I turn the tap off and return to him and wrap my arms around his neck hugging him.

We both lay back in bed together our hands intertwined. "Harry can you tell me how your feeling." I whisper. "I feel tired Hayls" he sighs. "Please Harry" I squeeze his hand a little.
"What do you want me to feel Hayley?" What's that supposed to mean?
"Fact is I'm actually happy more than I've ever been" He reveals, leaving me confused. I look in his eyes as he looks in mine, both our eyes flickering. "Yea bet you never thought I'd say that." He grabs his pillow and leaves my room. Leaving me sad, lonely, confused, why won't he really tell me.
I know Harry there is no way he is happy that there gone, sure his life might be easier but they were his parents no matter what they out you through they are still the people that bought you into this world. Parent and children relationships are always quite complex and have many, many layers underneath it all. But I am a massive believer in forgiveness and love, because at the end of the day they are the two things make this world a better place and keep any sort of relationship a float.

There is no way he is happy about this, his just concealing all his feelings. I know deep down Harry loves and misses his parents, even if they treated him the way they did, I do know deep Anne and Des love their son and regret certain things. Harry always being the adult and them being the kids and behaviour like silly teenagers. Harry had to grow up so fast but that has made him the man he is today.


My stomach then turns again with a cramp sensation. I lay back down in bed leaving Harry be, hoping and praying that he will be ready to open up to me in the morning.

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