I stand there with the tea cups in hand and my breath shallow and slow. "Harry," I croak. This isn't how I wanted to say this.
"Amelia, how long have you known?" He asks softly shuffling his feet as though he was going to walk towards me but doesn't. The tension is so thick you could cut it. We're standing so far apart.
"Today..." I whisper. "About two hours." I chuckle sarcastically. I can't tell if he's happy, mad or what. His face is blank. Those eyes that used to look at me with warmth and lust now hold a blank stare. This couldn't be worse timing.
"I-I..." he stutters throwing the box on the counter and finally stepping towards me. "I don't know what to say." He takes my head in his hands tilting my head to look at him. A hint of tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. I study his eyes with tears in my own. My tears are both happy and sad. I'm terrified to be a mother. I barely make enough money to support me. I still have two years left of college. I'm not ready. I never will be. Much less alone.
Before I know it I'm crumbling in Harry's chest. I can't stop muttering, "sorry".
"Sweetheart, this isn't your fault." He hushes me. "I will take care of you no matter what you decide. You will always be mine and I take care of what's mine." He continues. I pull back squeezing my eyes.
"I don't want to be your backup family, Harry." I confess.
"Look at me baby," he tilts my chin up. "I promise no matter what you decide I will be here for you. As much as you're mine, I'm your's." He says. I look up to him curiously. He's never spoken to me in such a way. So tender and vulnerable. He's never said that he's mine. Im always his'. I'm always to be claimed, which I like, no I love it, but sometimes I need to know he's mine too.
"I love you, I love you so fucking much." He continues to gush. At this point I'm not completely sure he's telling the truth. He ducks down and starts kissing my lips. I pull back and look at him.
"I don't want to rush anything. I think we should take things slower. I don't want you jumping in and out of relationships. I want you to be ready to take care of this child whether it's with me or not." I admit wiping the stray tears now. He wipes them for me.
"Okay." He simply says. I look up to him with a small smile. "I respect anything you have to say, I want to be the man you deserve." He says lowly and leans down to kiss right below my ear and trickles kisses to my lips. His hands roam down to my hips. My cheeks flame up as his hands grab my bum.
My fingers trail down his chest and to the hem of his shirt. I tuck my hands under his shirt feeling his rippling abs. He trails kisses down my neck to my collar bone. My breathing becomes slow and deep as I just feel Harry's body against mine. I mean really feel. His lower abdomen and hips pressing into my stomach and his hands all over my body holding me tight, as though my body's going somewhere without him. He pulls back with a low growl. He pulls my hair back in his fist.
"I'm gonna fuck you now." He practically growls. I nod with a slight smile. He picks me up as he begins kissing my neck and my lips ravenously. I can't even catch a breath with him.
He throws me on the bed and begins pulling my pants off he takes my underwear too. He licks his fingers and immediately begins rubbing me. I moan keeping my eyes on him. He's different. He's looking at me deeper and with so much more meaning. I pull him down kissing him like I would never kiss him again.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." He whispers between kisses and he continues to do so. He makes his way down my body. Kissing my collarbones and then my breast and then my stomach. He lingers at my stomach just peppering kisses. I run my fingers through his hair as he does so. He looks up at me as he goes lower. His tongue delves in my wetness. I moan his name. The feeling of pleasure rips through me and a broken cry escapes my lips.