They literally took away the love of his life..."
The air was freezing, but it was worth it.
I wrapped the blanket tighter around my body in some feeble attempt to maintain some warmth, but as an icy wind blew past me I knew that it was pointless.
It was early morning. The sun had just barely lifted, but not enough to bathe the world in it's light just yet. The sky was a sort of dark grayish purple, the front lawn masked in the shadows of the house behind it. I sat on the porch steps, shivering delicately from the cold. If Louis knew that I was out here, he would probably throw a hissy fit, but knowing him, he was probably still fast asleep.
I shifted in my spot, stifling an imposing yawn with my cold hand, when I heard a new sound interrupt the otherwise quiet world. It was the thrum of an engine, wheels rolling over rocky pavement, and as I watched, a black car pulled up to the curb. A door opened and then slammed shut, the rustle of plastic having me sitting up some as Harry rounded his Range Rover, seemingly too preoccupied with his mobile to notice my presence just yet.
I waited patiently as he slowly walked up the drive, pausing briefly to tap something on the device, before shoving it in his pocket and looking up just as he'd reached the path to where I was sitting. His gaze fell on me and he raised an eyebrow, slowing down as he steadily approached. I waited until he was in front of me to finally speak.
"Good morning." My voice broke the silence, and I took in a deep breath of the clear outside air as I looked up at him. He had a curious look in his eyes as he looked me over. My jacket was open, the sizable baby bump clearly seen under my t-shirt and I saw his gaze linger there before it met mine again. "Morning," he replied quietly. "How long have you been sitting there?"
"Not long," I answered. I had woken up just before the sun had begun to rise at around five fifteen and then proceeded to watch the sunrise. It didn't feel like much time had passed at all. "I wasn't sure if you were really coming back," I added, looking away across the grass that was now illuminated in a warm, orange glow from the sun steadily lifting into the sky.
"I told you I would," Harry said, his voice still low. "I just had to stop and get this." He held up the plastic bag that was dangling from his fingertips, and I realized that it was the source of the rustling noise from a moment ago. I frowned at the material, tilting my head to the side as I tried to figure out what might be inside. When I couldn't, I asked, "What is it?"
Harry took a seat down beside me and I shivered slightly upon feeling his body warmth emanating from his close proximity. He set the bag down and began to rummage through the contents before lifting up two jars of chocolate-y goodness. "Nutella," he spoke the name on the label as he passed them to me before going back to the bag. Next he took out three small yellow plastic bags and waved them around a bit before setting them on my lap. "Cookie dough." Last he pulled out some kind of wrapped candy and examined the cover for a moment before showing it to me. "These are some type of sour sugar strings... I just saw them and thought that you might like them since everything else is really sweet and if you get a craving for something not so... why are you looking at me like that?"
I leaned forward, unable to help myself as I pressed my lips against Harry's warm cheek. "Thank you for this," I murmured as I pulled away. Harry took the sweets from my lap and replaced them in the bag, which he had set beside him before looking back to me. "Always," he said, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he took the opportunity to reciprocate my kiss on the cheek, his lips lingering a few seconds longer than necessary before he stood up, offering me his hand which I gratefully accepted.
We stood there for a moment, facing each other, and I allowed my eyes to trail down Harry's body shamelessly, mostly because I knew that he was once again looking at me as well. His plain white t-shirt gave off a different vibe than his usual attire, but it didn't do much when dark shapes could easily be spotted beneath the partially see-through fabric. Dark jeans were slung low on his hips, black boots covering his feet.
