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I rolled over to my opposite side at some point during the night, and when my eyes opened a few hours later, I saw that Harry was sleeping soundly right next to me with one arm loosely resting across my waist.

The sounds of thunder and rain could be heard in the distance, and although it wasn't nearly as severe as it was when I fell asleep, it still didn't sound like it was going to stop any time soon. Now that the weather was under control and Harry was here, I felt at peace for the first time all day long, and when I couldn't control my urges anymore, I found myself reaching out to touch his face just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. My fingers touched a soft surface, and this caused Harry to open his eyes almost immediately, like he was expecting me to do something like this. I didn't retract my hand when he made eye contact with me, and he didn't seem to mind that I didn't.

"Hi." He just barely whispered in his usual hoarse sounding voice that he had whenever he woke up.

I brushed a stray hair away from his face before tucking my hand away, and I replied back to him in an equally quiet voice, "Hi."

Harry's grip around my waist suddenly tightened up, not in a way that would cause me any discomfort, but it was enough to pull me closer to his body. I didn't fight it, and now that we were so close that the tips of our noses were practically touching, I could practically feel myself unraveling right in front of him as he continued to stare deep into my eyes. When my lips pressed against his, I could feel my heart swelling up like a balloon, and when I felt him start to kiss me back, my heart was officially bursting with all of the love and adoration that I held for him. Nothing could have stopped this feeling, not even the fact that Harry played the disappearing game once again earlier on today, because when he kissed me like this, nothing else seemed to matter nearly as much.

Before anything further could happen between us, Harry suddenly stopped kissing me, and my swelled up heart felt confused. I looked at him, "What is it?"

He shook his head and said, "I need to get something off of my chest before we do this." I didn't really understand what he meant, but I just nodded my head to let him know that I was listening. Harry inhaled before saying, "I was with Scott, and we were talking about the case before going to court on Monday. We were just going over some shit that the judge might ask, and then Ally called me."

I could already feel my stomach churning at the mere mention of her, and I swallowed the lump in my throat before asking, "What did she say?"

He exhaled, "She's pissed off that I'm taking her to court, and she kept threatening me. She said that if I didn't call it off, she was going to make sure that Eloise would be taken away from me."

This infuriated me, but getting angry wouldn't help this already stressful situation get any better, so I tried my best to keep level headed although I really wanted to scream. Ally was quite possibly the most childish adult that I've ever met before in my life, and maybe it was out of jealousy just knowing that she once had Harry's heart in the palm of her hands, but I just couldn't understand what it was that he saw in her to begin with. It was kind of ironic that, on the outside, she was so dazzling and beautiful to look at, but now that I knew her, I knew that it was just to cover up all of the ugliness on the inside.

"I was just really pissed off and scared, and I-" Harry suddenly stopped, and he looked almost pained in the face as he eventually continued, "I called up this guy who sells drugs here in the city, and we had a deal to meet up so that he could sell to me."

My heart was aching at the thought of Harry throwing away five years of sobriety, not to mention his goal to gain full custody of Eloise, down the drain because of all the stress he was under. It wasn't enough that he had to deal with all of these new changes, but the fact that Ally decided to use anger as a defense mechanism for her possible fear of losing the one thing that she still used to control Harry was just low. "Did you..." I trailed off, and I couldn't even finish the sentence. He seemed relatively normal when he came home earlier today, but there was something off about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on, so was it what I was thinking? Is that what he wanted to talk to me about?

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