Consumed (H.S.)

Chapter 39

~Harry's POV~

I'm awaken by the smell of coffee and the sound of the shower running. The fact that Devin came back out here after my nightmare and helped me sleep better makes me love her that much more.

Getting up from the couch, I walk into the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. The sound of the shower squeaks off and the bathroom door creaks opens. Devin's towel wrapped body joins mine in the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning," she half-smiles. "Did you sleep okay?" She moves around the kitchen and I watch her closely.

"After you came out here I did," I tell her. "Thank you." The pad of my thumb runs over the warm coffee mug as I take a sip.

"That's good." she looks up at me. "I love you, you know?"

"I love you more baby." I lean down, kissing her swollen morning lips softly.

"You need to stop stealing my lines like that." she nips at my lip. Her hand wraps around the mug, snatching it from mine. I watch her lean back against the counter and take a sip

"Hey, that's mine," I playfully pout. Her lips curve into a mischievous smile.

"You steal my line I steal your coffee." she hands the mug back to me before disappearing down the hall only to come back fully clothed.

"I was really enjoying seeing you in a towel," I admit. Her cheeks flush red ever so slightly and her small fingers tuck her still damp hair behind her ear.

"I have to go to school, but then once school's out I'm staying at the hospital with my mom." she stands there, staring at her feet.

"So I should go home then, yeah?"

"I'll come over tomorrow night," she tells me before stepping closer. I lay my coffee on the counter and pull her against my chest.

"I love you."

"I love your more, Harry."

~Devin's POV~

Two more weeks I tell myself. Two more weeks and then we're on break. Two more weeks Harry will be coming back. I know I see him almost everyday, but I feel like not seeing him at school just doesn't feel right. I hate not knowing what he's really doing when I'm here and he's home.

Thank God it's Friday, the weekend has officially arrived.

Grace is finally back from Dublin so she'll be at the restaurant tonight.

The other day when I stayed with my mom the doctors said she was ready for release. She'll be coming home the first of December. They helped her find a small part time job at a laundromat just to keep her occupied four days a week. It's honestly amazing how she recovered so fast.

Before work I decide to go see her. When I enter her room she's looking out the white framed window. She told me that she needed to tell me something when I called to make sure she was awake.

"Sit down," she says, turning around. "You'll need to for this..." Oh no.

"Mom, what is it?" I ask, concern stringing over my words. I fumble with my hands, picking at the dirt under my fingernails.

"It's your father...no he's not alive, but remember when I said he wasn't faithful?" Her eyes become slightly red and glossy.

"I do, but I never believed you."

"Your father was overseas Devin, he didn't have anyone but the women that were shipped with him." Her eyes begin to water more.

"Oh, god," I breath, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"He would come home and I could smell the perfume on his uniform, the lipstick stains on his white shirts. We never talked about it in front of you, we didn't want to be those parents who fought constantly." Of course they didn't.

I'm nearly stunned, I feel so sick. My father wasn't a faithful man, he was a liar and a cheater. I looked up to him, he was my hero. Now it appears that everything I once thought of him has just floated away with the wind outside.

"That's why I drank so much," she continues. "Not the best decision I've made." Her eyes fall once more. "I mean, look where I am." Her arms span out as she scans our surroundings. "I've made a few bad decisions, but some are for the best." What the hell does that mean? For the best...

I'm fuming at this point.

"You made me suffer, you fucking made me clean up after you all because dad wasn't faithful." Where is this coming from? I honestly don't know who to be more upset with. I guess it's going to have to be mother seeing as she's the only person who I can blame at this point.

"And I'm sorry for that sweetie, I'll make it up to you." she tries to take a step closer to comfort me but I move away, grabbing my bag and leaving.

I hear her call after me, but that's all she does, she doesn't chase after me. I just want to go to work then go see my boyfriend - forget that whole conversation never happened.

***

"What?!" Harry embraces me in a tight hold. I don't say anything, I just cry into his chest.

"I don't want to repeat myself Harry," I sob.

"I know baby. How about I make dinner and we can go for a walk after?" I look up at him, smiling and then nod.

"Wait, would that be best right now?"

"Shit, um, well how about a movie then?"

"Okay." I'll settle with this for now.

***

Harry ended up making us pasta and garlic bread for dinner. I nearly died eating the sauce because it was so good. It had the perfect amount of tomato to basil ratio.

You'll never guess what happened mid movie?  Harry of course feel asleep, but you can't really blame him, he let me pick the movie so I obviously chose a chick-flick.

I look over his sleeping body, the black ink on his chest moving every time he breaths.

He's honestly so beautiful. I always wonder why he fell for me or how I got him to even fall for me. I mean I just walked into his class late and that's when it all started. My love for him followed shortly after.

(So I kinda wanna give you the first chapter of Conflicted the spin off, but I can't because it gives away so much for consumed. Hehe. Anyways love you guys. Only a few more chapters possibly 5 wish maybe. I really hate to end it but every story has an ending eventually. Tonight hasn't been a good night for me. So I decided I should make someone happy and update...)