24 WEEKS BEFORE CHILDBIRTH
Time had flown by and my relationship with Harry was considerably worse than before. We had barely talked ever since I had found out about the men at my house being Harry's fault, and the only time we did speak to each other was to bicker, but nothing else. I could see that he regretted doing that in the first place, or not telling me about it, but he had betrayed me when I had started to trust him.
We had gone back to Harry's place, in London, just a few days after the 'attack' if I can call it that. At the beginning, he had been checking up on me making sure I wasn't too traumatized with the pool event, but when he realized that I was always gonna shut him out when he tried to talk to me, he just stopped trying.
We hadn't kissed again, and it's not something I'm planning on doing any time soon, or again, as a matter of fact. I don't think Harry understands the gravity of what he's done. He lied to me and it's the only thing I can't tolerate. I hate people lying, especially when I trusted the person. It makes it hurt even more in the end. I have been lied to so many times by so many different people, that in the end, I kinda have to expect it, but the truth is, I didn't expect it with Harry. And it's exactly why I'm pissed.
I'm not only pissed at Harry, I'm also mad at myself for letting my guard down, kissing him and for fucking enjoying it. I told myself I would not let him near me, but I did and now I'm paying the consequences. Being mad at him is a way to keep him away, so no further damage will be done. If I let him close to me again, and he lies to me, betrays me, or shit, well, it could literally kill me. And I don't want that, I don't want to be vulnerable, I hate feeling this way; helpless. It's a shitty feeling and it really sucks.
A knock at my door interrupts my thoughts and I hope with all I have that it's not Harry, as I don't have the energy to fight with him. I murmur a low 'hmm' and a head pocks inside my room. Martha smiles at me and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding as she starts to speak, "Hello dear, I'm sorry to bother you," she apologizes but I dismiss her words with a wave of my hand. "I just wanted to ask you if you were angry, since it's passed 1:30 and Harry is not here, so it's just the two of us, right now. So I wanted to know if I should make you food or not," she explains.
"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry," I reply, putting a hand on my belly as a reflex. "Why is Harry not here, though ?" I ask out of curiosity, but nonchalantly to play it cool.
"Well, I believe he said he was going on a date with that Pink chick," she answers, scratching the back of her head.
"It's Rose," I correct, chuckling a bit to hide the slight disappoint and jealousy I felt when she told me where Harry was. I have no right to feel like this and I shouldn't even care about the fact that he's on a date.
"Yeah, right. Anyways," she says, a light laugh escaping her lips. "I'll make you some food and then you can go to your doctor's appointment. I think Harry should be back by then. He told me he would be back around 2," she smiles.
"Okay. Thank you," I grin back and pull myself up from my bed making my way towards my dressing to find something more fitting than a large T-shirt for my appointment this afternoon. I quickly get dressed and go downstairs to eat since I don't have a lot of time before I need to leave.
The scent of grilled cheese invades my nostril and I hum in pleasure, sitting down on one of the stools in the kitchen, before a plate is placed in front of me. I eat my meal as I happily chat with Martha. She's is lovely and probably one of the funniest people I've ever met. I just love being around her. Moments later, I'm walking out the door and reaching one of Harry's many cars, unlock it and getting in the driver's sit as I start the engine and make my way to the doctor's. I check the time : 14:17, and Harry still isn't back. I'd say it's odd but since I don't care, well, I'm not gonna say anything.
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