A New Life in New York
Dangerous Night (Thirty Seconds to Mars)
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
As I snuck up the stairs I could hear her singing along to music in the bathroom. Thirty Seconds to Mars. She often swore Jared Leto was at the top of her ‘hall pass list’. I liked to inform her that she was at the top of every list I had to try and make her feel guilty. It never worked. She got in this mood when she’d put on Thirty Seconds to Mars before I took her out on a date.
“What a dangerous night to fall in love. Don’t know why we still hide what we’ve become. Do you wanna cross the line? We’re running out of time. A dangerous night to fall in love,” she sang almost perfectly. She had the voice of an angel somedays and in moments like this that of a sexy siren.
“Hi there,” I said as I leaned up against the door looking at her as she got ready in the mirror. She was close to being done, I could tell because she had a full face of makeup, minus lipstick. Though she was still in booty shorts and a tank top, her usual outfit when she got ready. We hadn’t been together long but I knew her every move when getting ready. I’d laid in bed enough times watching her do this. She was almost always late getting ready or perhaps I was always early because I loved laying in her room watching her as she did this.
“Hey. I’m almost ready.”
“You look nice.” Her eyes gave me a once over in the mirror. Black pants and a black dress shirt with a few too many buttons undone. It usually drove her wild. I’d left my jacket downstairs in the kitchen when I’d dropped Harper off to Elizabeth and Nellie. My Mom had a few friends in town from England so she was out with them tonight and Elizabeth had volunteered to watch everyone.
“Thanks, I have a hot date tonight. Thought I’d impress her.”
“So are you going to tell me what we are doing tonight?” she questioned.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t. You just hate surprises.”
“So you were singing along to your boyfriend when I came up here. You’re in a good mood tonight?”
“I am. I got in a good workout this morning, my trainer is kicking my ass.” She winked at me, I did kick her ass in the gym this morning. “I knocked my piece out of the park and met my deadline AND my editor loved it, it should go live tomorrow. I did a guest appearance on a podcast this afternoon. It was an all around awesome day and now I have this date tonight with this guy that sort of makes me happy.”
I reached for her hand and pulled her back towards me. My arms wrapped around her as I bent down to kiss her. When she was barefoot she seemed so tiny. I wanted to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom but we weren’t there yet. We were taking our time to get to know each other. I was ready, I’d been ready basically since the first night we ran into each other at the bar after the doctor’s office run in. But her situation was different from mine so I needed to give her the space she needed. I would wait until the end of time if she needed me to and constantly told her that. She was worth waiting for. My hands slipped down her body and landed on her ass. I felt her smile against my lips. She pulled back and smiled up at me.
“So no hint at all about tonight?”
“Nope.” She glared at me before going into her closet.
“How am I supposed to know how to dress?” she yelled out to me.
“You tell me I’m sexy in my sweatpants when we watch TV on the couch with the kids on Saturday mornings.”
“Oh because you are sexy when you’re in your sweatpants with the kids on Saturday mornings. Hot Mom Status. Tonight, think sexy girlfriend. Channel the mind of a woman who doesn’t have to worry about kids at home because we have excellent childcare tonight.” She was quiet for a little bit minus her occasional singing along to the music that was still playing fairly loudly in her bathroom.
“How does this look?” She had on a short black dress that had a layer of lace over the top of it with a black leather jacket.
“Sexy as fuck.”
“Alright then, let’s go.” We walked downstairs and she went to give all of the kids hugs and kisses and tell them goodnight since I’d told her we wouldn’t be home before their bedtimes.
“I’ve got everything handled,” Nellie said.
“Thank you,” I replied quietly. Janie turned to look at me and smiled. “Come on, love. We’ll be late for our reservations.”
“Alright littles. I love you all. I will see you in the morning.” She kissed the top of all three of the kids’ heads where they sat at the island eating the mac and cheese that Elizabeth had made them for dinner. She was determined to feed Harper like ‘a normal child’ as she constantly told me. I’d tried so hard to keep the processed crap out of my kid but she was so happy eating her Kraft dinner with the other kids that I couldn’t resist the cheesy kisses she’d give me before we walked out the door for a date night. “Any hints yet?”
“Still hate you.”
“Still lying.” The doors of the elevator opened and I grabbed her hand as we headed through the lobby as we walked out onto the street I saw the car service was waiting for us.
“Mr. Styles, Ms. Finnigan,” the driver said as they opened the door.
“A car service tonight?” she asked as we climbed into the back.
“I’m used to you trying to be a man of the people, forcing me to take the subway.”
“Well, tonight is a special night. So we get a car.”
“Special night, huh?”
“Yup. I mean it is one month from our first date.” I watched her mouth drop open. “Surprised I remembered that?”
“I am,” she said. “More so shocked that I didn’t. Isn’t that a girl thing?”
“It typically is but you, my love, are not a typical ‘girl’ so I figured I’d take over that role.” She laughed before she leaned over and placed her head on my shoulder. The car drove us through the city until we reached the restaurant I’d picked for dinner. We went in and were quickly whisked to a private dining area.
“You went all out.”
“I did. And this is only the beginning.”
“Still aren’t gonna tell me are ya?” I shook my head and smirked at her. “Jackass.” We talked about our day with each other as we ate, made plans for the week ahead because while both of us claimed we didn’t care, Valentine’s Day was on Friday. She tried to convince me that tonight could count as more than one special occasion. Our Fridays since we started dating had been just as hers had been before me, pizza and movies with the kids. It was perfect and she didn’t want to mess that up for a cheesy commercial holiday. It made me fall for her even more that she put her kids, and lately my kid, above anything else.
“So can we go out on Thursday then if we can’t do Friday night?” I asked.
“You have work stuff Thursday night. You were rambling about it at the gym today. Some meeting that involves dinner and drinks with record execs.”
“Fuck, yes I do. Come with me to that.”
“I was supposed to have girls night.”
“With who? I thought your Mom’s Night Out was Wednesday?”
“Your daughter and mine. Your mother and I were going to spend time with the girls because Jameson wanted to have some time with Finn. I figured if you had work that I’d spend some time with Anne and Harper.”
“While that is adorable, it truly is, how about my Mum watches the girls and you come with me. These execs all come with their wives or girlfriends or mistresses, you might need to play your who is who game with me when inevitably I get tired of listening to them tell me that I need to come out from behind the scenes and record an album.”
“I was really looking forward to time with your Mom and the girls but maybe I can get her to watch them and we can take them to that salon I found that does Mommy and Me spa days in the afternoon while Finn is at school.”
“I love the sound of that idea.” I signed the check before I looked at her. “Ready for our next stop?”
“There’s another stop?”
“There is.” I smiled at her as she rolled her eyes at me knowing that there wasn’t a chance in hell I was telling her what was coming next.
“Then let’s go.” I helped her put her jacket back on and we were quickly out of the restaurant and back into the car heading through the city again. Next stop was a bar we’d been to a few times to enjoy a few drinks and the live music they had there every night before our final stop. “Drinks at The Viceroy?”
“Sort of,” I replied as I took her hand helping her out of the car. Once inside the lobby I headed to the elevators. I knew the life she’d lived in New York and how her head was thinking. She assumed we’d head up to the roof for one last drink before heading home. When we stopped on the 28th floor I watched her face change a bit, especially as I unlocked the door to Suite 57.
“What did you do?” she asked as she walked over to the wall of windows in the living room of the suite, complete with views of Central Park.
“I wanted tonight to be special.” Her eyes softened as she turned around to look at me. She held her hand out towards me. As our fingers touched she pulled me into her and kissed me. When I looked down at her I saw her eyes misting over a bit. “Are you crying?”
“No, but you are too perfect.”
“I don’t really think so, but I wanted tonight to be as perfect as it could be. The last month has been incredible. You make every day of my life immensely better than they were before I knew you. I don’t know how Harper and I were so lucky to find the empty seats beside you and Finn in that doctor’s office. That morning changed my life.”
“Jane Grey Finnigan, I love you.” I heard her breath catch and watched as she closed her eyes. That was when the first tear fell.
“I love you too.”
“Don’t just say it because I did. Our histories are different. You can take the time you need to tell me…”
“Harry, just shut up for a second.” She started to laugh at me. “Honestly, I was pretty sure I wasn’t ever going to find love again when Greyson died. That I’d had my chance, I’d gotten my one true love and was going to live the rest of my life alone. But you walked into that waiting room and changed my world. You have made me believe that it’s possible for me to love again and I’ve nearly shouted this at you every time you walk out the door to go home at night for the last week, I love you.” I bent down to kiss her and just as they had before in the bathroom at her house my hands wandered down to her ass, only this time I did pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.
I gently laid her down on the bed before laying on top of her. We’d done this before. We’d made out, we’d fooled around. We’d gone so far as to see each other naked a few times but until this point sex had been off the table. She was healing from a battered past, one that I didn’t want to complicate by forcing the issue of sex too soon. Waiting had been hard because she was unbelievably beautiful and everything about her enticed me. But I’d waited patiently for her to be ready. She’d started to hint that she was. She’d take things a little farther than she’d originally been comfortable with. She’d started getting ballsy enough that when we’d be up at night after kids were asleep having a glass of wine that she’d start to ask me what I was into sexually. Favorite positions? Best place I’d ever had sex? The kinds of things you talked about with a best friend but not often with a women you’d never gotten that intimate with. I knew it was her journalistic mind, always filled with questions and wanting to do her research.
“Janie, if you aren’t ready for this, we don’t have to,” I said as she pulled my shirt off and started for my pants.
“I’m okay.” She kissed me again as our clothes quickly made their way to the floor. We were slow. We were careful. This wasn’t something to do without thinking it through completely. It wasn’t just our lives that would be interrupted if we moved too quickly or messed things up. No longer was it a fling or just a pretty girl to chase. This woman consumed my every thought and emotion. This was something we couldn’t take back, something that would propel us into a different universe in our relationship.
“You are so beautiful,” I muttered against her skin. The connection I felt with her was more than just carnal desire. It was like our souls were bonded together. Our bodies moved in sync. She was timid, which was to be expected. Her eyes showed that she trusted me though. She knew I would get her through this hurdle she was facing. She hadn’t trust a man in this manner in a long time.
She finally laid with her head on my chest as my fingers ran through her hair. She was tracing the tattoos that covered my chest. She was quiet and I didn’t want to force her to talk.
“What a dangerous night to fall in love,” I quietly sang. She glanced up as a smile spread across her face. “Don’t know why we still hide what we’ve become. Do you want to cross the line, we’re running out of time. What a dangerous night to fall in love.”
NotesI can’t wait to hear what you thought of this little piece. Their first ‘I love yous’ and first time together from Harry’s perspective. Someday I might write it from Janie’s because she had to have a million thoughts running through her head in the process.
Now to get back to work on the multi-part piece I’m working on.