Love in a Photograph
Finally grieving
Hayley's POV:
I have been here alone in my bed for I don't even know how long feels like a lifetime. I pray and hope that he hasn't left me. The envelope that has his name on it is gone, so maybe he has finally read it I really hope he has, it might help him accept the situation and give him some sort of closure. My stomach then turns again, mainly one of the reasons that I am up. I run to the bathroom lean against the sink thinking I might be sick. I place my hand on my forehead and try to stop about a headache, I then hear footsteps downstairs, I know it's not my parents there away.
I run out of the bathroom, and see him at the bottom of the stairs, putting his coat on the rack beside him, "I thought you left me again." Is all I manage to say. He looks up finally and his green eyes pierce at me He comes up the stairs and now we are level with each other, well I'm at the level of his kissable pink shade lips. "Never Hayley." He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. He takes my hand and we go in my room. He tucks himself in while I just stand there with my arms crossed. I don't want to be or feel like this right now, but I miss him, his lips, his comforting reassurance and not feeling well I feel more venerable, I just miss Harry. "Coming in" he lifts up the sheets and I climb in. I stare deep into his eyes and see a hint of red colour and notice their glassy. I blink my eyes and bring my hand to caresses his cheek.
"Harry?" He sniffles, "hmmm"
I then take his hand and lace it with mine, then giving it a kiss. "Do you want to talk to me." I try again like I have been for days.
"I'm so sorry Hayls that I've been shutting you out, when all you do is let me in." He starts. I nod to signal for him to continue. He then passes me a piece of paper which I immediately open and read over his fathers last words to him, and I am touched. "I know the right thing is to be happy or relived that there gone" I take my eyes off the paper and look in his as he pours his heart out to me. "No harry your aloud to grieve and feel what you feel." I move closer to him and hug him, he crouches his head down so he is under my chin. I star to rub his arm "What are you feeling Harry?" I whisper. He remains silent and then all I hear are sobs, his sobs this is what he has been feeling and now his letting it all out and I am glad, it's unfair to his mind and heart to keep it all bottled inside, he is now finally grieving. "I, I" He sniffles and tries to contain his breathing as he continues to let it all out.
"I, I miss them so much Hayley." He finally confesses through his uncontrollable sobs. I stroke his cheek reminding him that I am here and listening. "I know they treated me like crap, but they were my parents" he shrugs his shoulders. "There my parents" he repeats "There gone, there gone." His sobs slowly subside. I turn to him to see a beautiful broken boy, right now this vision of Harry with red puffy eyes and tear stained face is a reminder of when we were young when he broke his arm when he was five. I place both hands on his cheeks and look at him and wipe away the fallen tears that have just fallen. He looks at me and sees me , I smile with my eyes and I begin to kiss him passionately.
I am woken up by peck on the lips, as I lay down straight I slowly turn myself to the left where Harry is laying. I open my eyes slowly and see him and I smile. I then feel what I have felt the past few moments, I get up slowly and wrap the sheets around me and walk slowly to the bathroom and empty my stomach out. I think I have to tell him, such crap timing though, but I'm not even 100% sure.
I see him standing "You ok Hay's" he bends down massages my head and rubs my back. I wipe my mouth with my hand and slowly get back up, he then literally sweeps me off my feet and lays be back down on the bed, he hovers over me. Both his hands placed either side of the pillow near where my head lays, I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. "How you feeling this morning?" I ask him as he falls next to me. His bare chest exposed and me still wrapped in the sheets from last night, he rubs my arm. "Much better, thank you Hayley" he kisses my cheek. "Thank you for what?" I ask him. "Just being here, I guess" he smirk.
"Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course, what's on your mind?" he caresses my cheek.
I take a deep breath. "I might be pregnant" I can confidently reveal to him.
"How ------ "
"I've been feeling sick, vomiting, dizziness, stomach cramps." I cut him off. "But I haven't done a test or anything".
"We should get going then?" He gets up, but I have no idea if his happy or angry about this.
He comes over to my side of the bed and picks me up and kisses me softly. "I want to know if we are going to be amazing parents." He kisses me again. I smile and so relived about his reaction.
I have been here alone in my bed for I don't even know how long feels like a lifetime. I pray and hope that he hasn't left me. The envelope that has his name on it is gone, so maybe he has finally read it I really hope he has, it might help him accept the situation and give him some sort of closure. My stomach then turns again, mainly one of the reasons that I am up. I run to the bathroom lean against the sink thinking I might be sick. I place my hand on my forehead and try to stop about a headache, I then hear footsteps downstairs, I know it's not my parents there away.
I run out of the bathroom, and see him at the bottom of the stairs, putting his coat on the rack beside him, "I thought you left me again." Is all I manage to say. He looks up finally and his green eyes pierce at me He comes up the stairs and now we are level with each other, well I'm at the level of his kissable pink shade lips. "Never Hayley." He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. He takes my hand and we go in my room. He tucks himself in while I just stand there with my arms crossed. I don't want to be or feel like this right now, but I miss him, his lips, his comforting reassurance and not feeling well I feel more venerable, I just miss Harry. "Coming in" he lifts up the sheets and I climb in. I stare deep into his eyes and see a hint of red colour and notice their glassy. I blink my eyes and bring my hand to caresses his cheek.
"Harry?" He sniffles, "hmmm"
I then take his hand and lace it with mine, then giving it a kiss. "Do you want to talk to me." I try again like I have been for days.
"I'm so sorry Hayls that I've been shutting you out, when all you do is let me in." He starts. I nod to signal for him to continue. He then passes me a piece of paper which I immediately open and read over his fathers last words to him, and I am touched. "I know the right thing is to be happy or relived that there gone" I take my eyes off the paper and look in his as he pours his heart out to me. "No harry your aloud to grieve and feel what you feel." I move closer to him and hug him, he crouches his head down so he is under my chin. I star to rub his arm "What are you feeling Harry?" I whisper. He remains silent and then all I hear are sobs, his sobs this is what he has been feeling and now his letting it all out and I am glad, it's unfair to his mind and heart to keep it all bottled inside, he is now finally grieving. "I, I" He sniffles and tries to contain his breathing as he continues to let it all out.
"I, I miss them so much Hayley." He finally confesses through his uncontrollable sobs. I stroke his cheek reminding him that I am here and listening. "I know they treated me like crap, but they were my parents" he shrugs his shoulders. "There my parents" he repeats "There gone, there gone." His sobs slowly subside. I turn to him to see a beautiful broken boy, right now this vision of Harry with red puffy eyes and tear stained face is a reminder of when we were young when he broke his arm when he was five. I place both hands on his cheeks and look at him and wipe away the fallen tears that have just fallen. He looks at me and sees me , I smile with my eyes and I begin to kiss him passionately.
I am woken up by peck on the lips, as I lay down straight I slowly turn myself to the left where Harry is laying. I open my eyes slowly and see him and I smile. I then feel what I have felt the past few moments, I get up slowly and wrap the sheets around me and walk slowly to the bathroom and empty my stomach out. I think I have to tell him, such crap timing though, but I'm not even 100% sure.
I see him standing "You ok Hay's" he bends down massages my head and rubs my back. I wipe my mouth with my hand and slowly get back up, he then literally sweeps me off my feet and lays be back down on the bed, he hovers over me. Both his hands placed either side of the pillow near where my head lays, I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. "How you feeling this morning?" I ask him as he falls next to me. His bare chest exposed and me still wrapped in the sheets from last night, he rubs my arm. "Much better, thank you Hayley" he kisses my cheek. "Thank you for what?" I ask him. "Just being here, I guess" he smirk.
"Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course, what's on your mind?" he caresses my cheek.
I take a deep breath. "I might be pregnant" I can confidently reveal to him.
"How ------ "
"I've been feeling sick, vomiting, dizziness, stomach cramps." I cut him off. "But I haven't done a test or anything".
"We should get going then?" He gets up, but I have no idea if his happy or angry about this.
He comes over to my side of the bed and picks me up and kisses me softly. "I want to know if we are going to be amazing parents." He kisses me again. I smile and so relived about his reaction.
great story! Keep writing!
2/20/16