Harry and Bambi. Harry and Bambi. Harry and Bambi. All of them (or we have to chose any of them, I didn't understand) ❣❣
Which one sexts like a straight white boy?
harry, much to beverly’s surprise. she didn’t think he’s someone who’d enjoy sexting but boy he does.
Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?
beverly. harry would laugh at her and secretly take her pics when she cries. “you’re a monster, do you know that?” “what?” “how can you not cry?”
Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?
okay they’re both very particular about that so they don’t do it. though... beverly might have done that once but harry doesn’t know that so she’s good.
Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?
beverly likes to do it. she thinks it’s cute and harry would go along with it. as long as she’s happy, right?
Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
beverly! harry hates it when she does it because how can someone’s feet get that cold?!
Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?
beverly does but she wouldn’t consider it embarrassing. it’s fun so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
Who laughs more during sex?
beverly, only because sometimes she can’t believe that she’s with harry, the guy she hated so much back then. so like it’s funny how things worked out for them.
WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?
they both love being the big spoon, so they’d alternate. sometimes beverly would willingly choose to be the little spoon because it’s nice being held.
When I wake up and notice that Harry’s not next to me, my first instinct is to check his office room. But then I remember that he hasn’t been in there in a while so my heavy limbs lead me to his new favourite room: Amerie’s nursery.
I hear his soft voice before I see him. The door is slightly opened, allowing me to hear what he’s saying to our daughter. I know these two always spend time with each other whilst I sleep but I never know what they talk about. So now’s my chance.
“I met your mum again at a bar – please don’t go there until you’re legal, alright? – and she was obviously so upset that day. She’s holding this wedding invitation – I don’t wanna tell you whose wedding it is because you and I hate him, remember that – and I got curious. Also a bit disappointed cos I thought she’s getting married to someone else. Anyway, I went up to her and was so relieved when I saw someone else’s names written on that paper.”
Harry pauses to let out a relieved sigh and chuckle. It takes everything in me not to make myself present so I could see Amerie’s face.
“We started talking, well, your mum wouldn’t consider it talking because all I did was rile her up-“ he’s damn right. Up until now I’m still proud of myself for not dumping the tequila I was drinking on him. “Then I offered to buy her a drink – remember, don’t take drinks from stranger – but she left immediately. I still didn’t know why. Think she realised she’s attracted to me and needed to leave. Girls do weird things sometimes so I suppose I have to prepare myself for when you reach that age.”
I remind myself to talk to Amerie later and tell her that girls do not do weird things. In fact, boys do. Harry’s putting the wrong ideas in her head.
“Anyway, so that’s how your mother and I met for the third time. We’ll continue with the fourth time tomorrow night, yeah? I gotta check on your mum now. Think she’s awake.”
Shit. Did I make a noise?
“I can see your silhouette, bambi,” Harry says, confirming my suspicion. I let out a groan and walk into the nursery. Amerie’s bundled up in Harry’s arms and she flutters her eyelashes when she sees me. God, I’d die for her. “How long have you been awake?”
“Heh,” I shrug. I take Amerie from Harry’s arm and kiss her forehead. I can never get enough of her, her soft skin and her baby scent. I want to inhale it, I want to bottle it so I could carry it with me for the rest of my life- oh dear God, the lack of sleep must have prompted these thoughts.
Harry stands behind us and wraps his arms around my waist. “She’s beautiful.”
“Of course she is,” I say. “Look at her mum.”
Harry snorts.
“Hey I’m finally about to go back to my old body after nine months so let me have this.”
Harry presses a kiss on the blade of my shoulder. “You’re always beautiful.”
Ten times – that’s how many times I’ve reminded Harry of our dinner tonight. And yet that piece of information still manages to slip from his mind as he arrives at the restaurant almost an hour later. I’ve been getting looks from people around me who probably thought that I’m being stood up. I don’t blame them because I thought I was too until Harry rushed towards me, an apologetic look written all over his face.
“I’m so so sorry,” Harry says as he takes a seat in front of me. He calls for the waiter and asks for their best wine – if he thinks that’s going to make me forgive him for being late, he’s going to have to try harder. Once the waiter has walked away with our order, Harry apologises again. “The meeting wasn’t even supposed to go on that long. Everyone just couldn’t stop talking, dunno what got into them tonight.”
“Hmm.” I simply hum as I reach for my water and take a sip of it.
Harry presses his lips together as he scans my face. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”
No shit. “Nah.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry, bambi. I really am.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.” Besides, this isn’t the first time he’s late to dinner. Work is consuming him and I really am not in the mood to have that talk again. He’d only turn this on me and make me feel bad for not understanding how demanding his job is.
“No,” Harry says firmly as he clenches his jaw. “Don’t say that.”
“What?”
“Don’t say you’re used to it,” he tells me.
“Then what do you want me to say?” I ask him.
“Just… I don’t know. Anything. I know you’re mad.”
I take a deep breath and remind myself that we’re in public. “I’d rather not make a scene right now. I just want to get something to eat and go home.”
Harry mumbles something under his breath. “It’s not intentional, you know? I didn’t forget this dinner on purpose.”
“Of course.” I reply, sarcasm lilting my voice. “I get it. Your job is very demanding right now and you have very little time for me.”
“Beverly.”
“You know what, I’m not hungry anymore.” God, that’s a lie. “I’m just gonna go home and go to sleep. You can stay if you’d like.”
I can feel all eyes on me as I push my chair back and head for the exit. I had a shitty day at work and I was really looking forward to this dinner so I could spend some time with my husband but Harry just had to ruin it. He could’ve texted me and told me that he was going to be late, but did he do that? No. He left me hanging, looking like a bloody fool at the restaurant.
“Beverly,” I hear Harry calling out for me. I don’t stop walking. In fact, I fasten my pace, hoping that he won’t catch up to me. “Jesus Christ, just stop walking, will you?”
Against my better judgment, I stop and turn to face him. “What?”
“So much for not wanting to make a scene, yeah?”
“Fuck you, Harry.” I spit out before I turn around and resume my walk to my car. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Harry to get in front of me and stop me. “What now?”
“I’m sorry, alright? I felt like a dick for forgetting our dinner.”
“You are a dick.” I tell him. He grimaces a little. “You know I was really looking forward to tonight. We haven’t spent a lot of time together and that’s fine because we’re both focusing on our career but sometimes, Harry, sometimes I’d like to have actual conversations with my husband.”
“I know,” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let me make it up to you.”
I shake my head. I’m not going to give him another chance to get me waiting for him for over an hour at another restaurant. “S’fine. You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” he steps forward and when I don’t flinch away, he takes my hand in his. “I know I’ve been a, uh, dick these past few weeks but let me make it up to you. In fact-“ he holds one finger up and takes out his mobile phone from his pocket. He types something down and then once he’s kept his phone, he continues, “-I’ve just cleared up my schedule for tomorrow evening. I’ll pick you up from work and we’ll have a date night. How does that sound to you?”
“…okay, I guess.” It sounds great. We haven’t gone on a date night for months and the mere thought of it is enough to excite me. but I can’t show that to Harry. As I said earlier, he’s going to have to work a lot harder if he wants to make it up to me.
Harry smiles. “Now c’mon, let’s get something to eat.”
“the bath is too damn hot.” “this is why we can’t do cute things. you complain too much.”
when harry told me that he had a long day at work and that he’s looking forward to coming home, i figure running him a bath would be a good idea. to make it even better, i decide to join him. i’ve seen a lot of couples taking a bath together and i wanted to give a shot. i wanted harry and i to have that #relationshipgoals moment. but after spending five minutes in the tub with him, i come to a conclusion that harry and i aren’t meant for this sort of thing.
he has accidentally poked me in the rib for about three times and before it can happen for the fourth time, i pull away from and lean against the other end of the tub. “what’s wrong with you?” i ask him.
he looks up, a frown fixed between his brows. “the bath is too damn hot.”
i kink an eyebrow at him. he’s got to be kidding me. the bath is not too damn hot. it’s hot, yes, but it’s supposed to relax our muscles - at least that’s what i think it’s supposed to do. but judging by the frown on his face i’d say it’s not working.
a sigh escapes my mouth. “this is why we can’t do cute things. you complain too much.”
harry looks taken aback and offended. “i complain too much?” he repeats. “bambi, i think so far i’ve only complained once.”
i roll my eyes at him. “just get out of the bath if it’s too damn hot.”
pinching the bridge of his nose, he takes a deep breath. then, before i can get out of the tub, he reaches for me and pulls me to him. “i’m sorry,” he apologises. “i shouldn’t have complained. i’ve always wanted to take a bath with you so this is perfect.”
“what? did the water magically turn cold?”
he lets out a chuckle. “i love you,” he says, knowing just the right thing to say. it might not make me forget my anger towards him immediately, but it could make me feel less angry. “and i appreciate you doing this. i really do.”
i glance through my shoulder to look at him to ensure that he’s not lying.
“and i can show you how thankful i am, if you’d let me.” the mischievous glint in his eyes makes me want to give in to him right this instant.
“i’m still mad at you,” i tell him, to which he nods. “but fine. show me.”
maybe harry and i aren’t meant to do cute things together, but damn we’re actually good at doing the hot and sexy things together.
“I love you,” he repeats those three words to me, this time sounding less frustrated. In fact, he sounds more confident and more sincere. He places one hand on my cheek, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. “It’s okay if you don’t say it back,” he tells me with his eyes fixed on my face. “And it’s, uh, okay if you don’t feel the same.”
preview of not a bad thing chapter twenty seven (coming soon)
Colours drain from his face. I know straightaway that I wasn't meant to know about this, which makes me feel betrayed. I can still remember him telling me that there should be no secrets between us and yet, he still keeps one from me. A rather huge secret.
Harry opens his mouth only to close it a second later. He pinches the bridge of his nose, an act of calming himself down. He doesn't know what to say, I’m sure, which leads me to believe that he’s not planning on telling me anytime soon.
catch up on tumblr // catch up on wattpad // story page
