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School has started again so updates may be slow (taking five college courses). But don't worry this story is always on the back of my mind! I've got so many ideas for this.
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The paty was fun, even though Harry and I had to stay seated behind the curtain for the remainder of the night.
You'd think that a two person party that's seated behind a long curtain would be lame and boring, truth be told, our party of two was all I wanted.
We were sincerely enjoying our time. Harry made plenty jokes, mostly ones about the guests at our party, whether it be the color of a woman's dress or the length of a man's beard, or just random jokes that he created. I watched him in awe, as he would laugh histerically for minutes while I would laugh for no longer than thirty seconds. It was creepy how long and loud he could laugh for, but nonetheless, adorable.
Harry had a craving for fruit sometime during the night and a server was called for and soon brought us a tray. We fed each other behind the curtain, throwing grapes into each other's mouths and eating pineapple, I watched as Harry let the juices of the sweet and tart fruit drip down his very chin as he consumed it. I licked my lips as he slipped his thumb into his mouth, sucking off any left over juice on it.
The fruit tray given to us had every kind of fruit, well Harry's favorites actually. It amazed me to see him eat about ten slices of watermelon and to be honest I didn't think he could eat that many but I didn't question it. Due to the pink colored fruit, Harry's lips and chin were stained a very faded pink color by the end of the night.
As cliché as it sounds as the more time passed more memories were made. Good ones at that.
The music was loud, everyone was dancing and it was all so pleasant. The guests seemed to be enjoying their time as they were served with delicious appetizers, entrées and the most mouthwatering deserts; each table was decorated with gold coins and by the end of the night they were all over the floor. People didn't even care that they could take home money, which was only there as a... goody for coming to our engagement party. There was also ice statues of swans placed on the dessert table witch held over twenty-five different desserts.
The party went by quickly as Harry kept me seriously occupied but I still couldn't help to think how it was for him and Tama, when they once shared this spectacular moment together. I figured if I asked Harry it would only upset him or bring down his mood and I didn't feel like hearing about it anyway but he would no doubt admit it was awful... at least I hope.
Throughout the night many kisses were shared, surprisingly, randomly and intentionally. Harry can be quite spontaneous sometimes and to be honest, it was fun. He was being cute and playful, so extremely different then how he was behaving just days before.
His mood was so jolly that I almost thought he knew about... My pregnancy. I started to think that if I told him or when I tell him he would act happy and be just as merry as he is now, but there's no telling with Harry. I have no clue what his reaction will be. Not to mention, I still havn't figured out when and where I should tell him or if I even should. I mean I know I have too, but it can wait, he wouldn't even be able to tell till months from now.
I've mentally been driving myself crazy, going back and forth between believing I could handle the responsibility of caring for a child to not even wanting to deal with it, to just not even having one.
Does Harry even like children?
Come to think of it, I've never even seen Harry within a ten-mile radius of any toddler or baby.
What if he hates them? What if our child isn't good enough? What kind of father could he be, or have the potential to be? What if I have to play the father role? What if he's not ready for this? What if he encourages me to get rid of the child?
I don't know what to think.
"What's wrong?" Harry asks. I turn to look at him quickly, not realizing that I drifted off, staring at the back of the car seat in front of me, thinking about a world were Harry and I had be parents.
He places his hand on top of my thigh, rubbing it. I put my hand on top of his, patting it.
"Nothing, why do you ask?" I tell him, finally turning to face him.
We're seated in our vehicle, Steve, Harry's personal driver, driving us back home since our engagement party has ended. Truly, the party was beautiful in every way possible. With the way Harry and I communicated and laughed, to the color of the tablecloth on the hundreds of tables and to the thousands of roses that filled and piled over the dance floor, lobby and all in between.
Overall, the night was a major success... one of the greatest moments of my life.
To make a confession, I actually had a feeling there would be a glitch or some sort of disaster, for some reason. Especially cause of my lack of participating in any part of the wedding besides my role of showing up. Yes, I attended the meetings but how could I focus on the wedding plans when all I could think of was the man I was to wed?
...Everything was perfect... everything so far was perfect. Except for that one thing.
"We're home." Harry says looking at me intently. I give him a soft smile and scout out the car with him.
Once in the house, our fingers disconnected from each other and I walked in before him. I let out a deep sigh and run my hand over my hair.
How the hell am I about to do this?
I swiftly turn around once I hear the sound of Harry taking his shoes off. My vision is a bit blurry from this rush I'm having but this needs to be said, and said quickly. "Harry-"
Immediately he walks over to me and kisses my lips. "I love you so much, baby." He whispers desperately. He grabs my waist and presses me too him, marking my skin with his precious lips, assaulting my neck with his tongue, he sucks onto me so hard I nearly fall due to the bend of my knees.
"Let me take you," he whispers. His hand moves up to my shoulder where he tries to push my shoulder strap down.
The guilt of me knowing about my apparent pregnancy hits me hard, especially since Harry is so completely unaware of it.
Just stop and tell him!
Though my actions decide to dismiss the loud screaming of my conscious to inform him of it and instead I tilt his chin up and kiss him just as roughly. Putting my hands around his neck and sliding my right leg up to his waist, where he holds it.
He moves his left hand to my lower back, gently yet quickly moving my body up and down, against him, creating a sort of friction between us. I start to pant and moan feeling how buff and hard his c.ock seems to be as it's pressed right against my core. The sensation feels incredible as I instantly become wet, wanting for Harry to be more aggressive and rip every cloth on me and have sweet and passionate sex on the cold, tile floors with me.
But instead all I hear is Harry pant and groan. His tongue sticks out as he bites it and he stares at my chest as it bounces. My fantasy causes me to moan but then all to suddenly Harry stops.
And I have more than enough proof to know he only stopped so he could release himself. Well that was quick.
Slowly, he lets go of my leg, making sure it lands on the floor. He gives my neck a little pucker and then fixes his suite, undoing his tie.
"Let's head upstairs." He clears his throat.
I nod and lift my dress, walking ahead of him, knowing that in the bedroom there will be more and better activities for us.
Then the thought comes to me again.
You're pregnant and the father has yet to know.
Not being able to handle the guilt, the continuous pounding in my head, my annoying yet roaring conscious, I turn to Harry as we're on the stairs, ascending towards our room. He holds onto the railing but stops when he's seen that I have yet to move and he looks up too me, smirking.
"Yes?" He teases.
I gulp, looking down to his socks and blinking rapidly. There is no better way to say it, no excuse or way to ease into it. I've just got to be blunt... I've just got to do it.
"Harry, I'm with child."