Forever and Always (Sequel to Nothing More, Nothing Less)

Chapter 9

hello all :) i probably won't be able to upload a lot this weekend since i have my grandma taking care of me and my siblings while my parents are away... and my birthday is on sunday :) soooo any birthday messages would make me super, super, super, super, happy!!! :D so yeah... um... ENJOY!!! yeah, Harry and Maya got in a fight :( so without any further ado, here is Chapter 9!!!! (sorry its so short :P)

Around thirty minutes later, I walked into our bedroom and got ready for bed. I saw the bathroom lights on and I turned around to go into my closet. I didn’t want to face Harry. I hated being mad at him. It was terrible because he was such a sweet guy. Really. I looked through my pajamas which mostly consisted of Harry’s t-shirts. Oh crap. I wore Harry’s shirts to bed practically every single night, so I don’t even know what happened to all of mine. I quickly got changed into one of his white t-shirts and a pair of my running shorts. I sighed.

            Harry and I walked back into our bedroom at the same time. He smiled at me, but I didn’t return it. I felt like I got jabbed in the stomach because I felt so bad. I was mad at Harry though.

            I walked past him and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I tried to take my time so that I wouldn’t have to be next to him right away. I bit my lip and took a deep breath. He’ll probably forgive you by tomorrow. Then you won’t have to stay mad at him anymore…

            I turned the bathroom lights off and Harry turned his head to look at me. My eyes focused on the bed as I crawled under the covers.

            “I’m just going to read for a little while,” he said softly. I nodded and pulled the sheets up to my chin.

            I tried falling asleep but I felt his eyes on me. I laid there for around five minutes wanting to apologize for what I said to him. Waiting for him to apologize to me actually. He never did. I felt his green eyes staring right into the back of my head. I rolled onto my back and put my arms over the sheets.

            “What?” I asked looking at him. He looked up from his book and we locked eyes.

            “Nothing…” he said, “I didn’t say anything.”

            I swallowed and curled back up in the sheets. I moved my hair to the front of my shoulders and balled the sheets up in my fists. After a little while, Harry’s light shut off and I felt him move closer to me. I took a deep breath and felt his lips on the very back of my neck. I tensed up and scrunched my shoulders, feeling Harry move back to his side of the bed.

            “I love you Maya,” he whispered.

            I didn’t reply.

            I woke up the next morning and felt Harry’s side of the bed empty. The entire bed felt empty without him. I felt the threat of tears come, but I couldn’t cry now. I was still mad at him.

            I hated being mad at Harry though.

            I rolled out of bed and straight out of our bedroom door. I could honestly care less about looking nice this morning.

            I heard movement in the kitchen as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I slowly entered the kitchen. Harry saw me and smiled, but I just sat down at the island.

            “Good morning love,” he said standing in front of me. I didn’t say anything. He went back to the stove to fix a plate, but I just played with my thumbs.

            “I made you breakfast,” Harry said while putting the plate in front of me.

            “I’m not hungry,” I said flatly. Of course, right after I said that, my stomach growled. Great.

            Harry took out a fork for me and put it next to my plate. I didn’t want to look up at him.

            “So how did you sleep last night?” he asked.

            “Good,” I replied picking up the fork and poking at my eggs.

            “That’s good,” he said. I sighed and he turned around to check the time, “I have to get to work,” he said to me. I only nodded.

            Harry walked around the counter and stopped at the doorway. I tried to ignore his presence, but he stepped back and kissed the back of my head.

            “Do I get a kiss goodbye?” he asked softly.

            I wanted to shake my head, no. But, my body seemed to turn myself around to face him. He smiled and put one hand on my waist. His lips pressed against mine and I closed my eyes, wanting this to end already.

            The kiss didn’t feel normal. Maybe it was because I wished Harry would just leave for work already. I pulled away before he could take the kiss any farther. I turned back around to face my front.

            “I’ll be back later, promise,” he said backing out of the kitchen. I didn’t turn around, “And I’ll make us dinner, okay?”

            I nodded and listened to his footsteps as they neared the front door. “Goodbye, my love,” he said as he walked out. When I heard his car pull out of the driveway, I let out a huge sigh.

            “I love you,” I whispered. I stared at my breakfast in front of me, but I couldn’t eat it. I poked at it for a couple more minutes before I stood up and threw it out in the garbage next to the sink. Harry did not leave my thoughts. He lingered there, making me crazy. All I wanted to do was hug him and tell him how sorry I was for getting mad at him and not talking to him this morning.

            I ran up the stairs and into our bedroom. I grabbed my cell phone from my bag and sat on the side of our bed. I went to the dial pad and dialed the first number that came to mind. I pressed the phone to my ear and waited.

            “Hello?” the voice on the other end asked.

            “Hi, Tate? Please, come over.”