Ok harry talk: what if the missus and Anne had an un-agreement about something like Anne wanting harry and the missus to start trying for kids and the missus says that that's non of her business or something like that
She didn’t mean to explode on Anne in such a fashion.
She hadn’t meant to yell at her over the Christmas dinner. She hadn’t meant to yell for her to keep her nose out of their business because it didn’t concern it. She hadn’t meant to yell that she felt suffocated with all of the questions about the future she thought about with Harry. She hadn’t meant to ruin such a delicious dinner with a change in her attitude. She hadn’t meant to storm off and slam the bedroom door in her wake. And she hadn’t meant to make Anne cry when she thought no one was listening.
She didn’t mean to hurt Harry in the way she did by telling everyone that babies weren’t something she saw in her future - because she was lying. She saw babies in her future. Lots and lots of them. Green eyed and curly haired babies that resembled their father and looked so much like a mixture of all her favourite people in one bundle of joy. She didn’t mean to hurt his feelings by hurting his mother’s feelings in the manner she did - because, truthfully, she was scared. Scared of thinking too far ahead and planning something out that would, potentially, never happen if things were to go awry.
She wanted things to work out for their future. She wanted to marry him. She wanted a family with him. But the want was so big that it feared her that it may never be fulfilled.
Harry’s angry when he comes to bed. He doesn’t even acknowledge her and he barely touches her or gives her a goodnight kiss and a cuddle. Because he just can’t face it. And even though she was feeling guilty from the moment the words left her mouth, she was feeling even worse now that she had seen the consequences of what she’d created.
“Harry,” she whispers, perched on his windowsill as she strolls around the bedroom and collects the pillows from the previous night, “Harry, please, don’t ignore me. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t need you making me feel any worse than I already do. I panicked. I got scared. I yelled and I fled. I shouldn’t have and I can’t even bring myself to face your mum right n-”
“S’a good thing she doesn’t want to speak to you then, isn’t it?” He bites harshly, looking over his shoulder with a stern glare set on his features, “you were out of order to say what you said. You made her cry! You made my fucking mother cry! It takes a lot to knock my mum back, you know? You were nasty. Cruel. You weren’t my girlfriend back there. I don’t even know who that was back there!” He yells, chucking the pillows onto the bed and harshly pulling down the trousers on his hips, “if I were you, I’d lay low until morning. I can’t even look at you right now. You make me sick.”
“Then where do I go?” She whimpers, standing to her feet as he grabs a pillow from the bed and pushes it to her chest, “where am I going? You can’t stand to look at me so where do I go?”
“Anywhere. I really don’t care,” he grunts, shooing her out of the room, “sleep in the car for all I care. I don’t think my family want you anywhere in this house right now.”
And with that, the door shuts in her face and she’s left in the hallway. Tears dribbling down her face, her chin wobbling, mascara running and her foundation turning patching and streaky. Her chest aching as she looked down the hallway and saw Gemma standing in her room, looking towards her with a broken smile on her face, her arms opening up as the missus stalked into the room and into the comforting arms. Her bedroom light flicked on with Michal still in the bathroom as he readied himself for a nights sleep.
“Mum gets a bit overbearing sometimes. I know. Especially when it comes to babies and having grandchildren and when marriage is on the cards. And Harry just gets protective over her when someone gets a bit nasty towards her. Always has done,” she coos, brushing her thumb over her cheeks and wiping away the moisture, “what you did was crazy. Never did any of us expect that from you. We were stunned. But what Harry said? That’s not true. You may have done something horrible but we don’t expect you to leave the house.”
“I owe everyone an apology. Especially your mum,” she whispers, her voice broken as a sob wracks through her, looking at Gemma as she gives the missus a gentle smile, “I want to marry him, Gemma. I want kids with him. God, I want everything with him. A perfect future. I just panicked and yelled and let everything go and I didn’t even mean any of it.”
“I know,” Gemma smiles, “you think I don’t know my own brother and his girlfriend, huh? The love you both have is insanely huge and I know you can work through any obstacles to get to where you want to be in life. You’ve changed him into a man we’ve always dreamed of seeing. He’s so in love with you. And I’m sure it panics him a little bit, too. Never has he had such a full-term relationship with someone so this is all something he’s probably overwhelmed with.”
“He hates me,” she gulps thickly, “should have seen him. He couldn’t get me out of the room quick enough.”
“I saw everything. I heard everything. I’m sure Mum heard everything too,” Gemma rubs her arm softly, before gently pulling her with her. Down the hallway and towards the top of the stairs, “I’ll come with you. We’ll go and see Mum and we’ll make amends and then you’re going to come up and see Harry and you’re going to keep us all up tonight with makeup sex. No baby-making. Just you two and your silly fights being made up.”
The walk into the living room is painful. Aching. And as soon as she sees Anne sitting on the sofa, she feels a fresh bought of tears flood from her eyes. Catching Anne’s attention as she shoots up from the sofa and instantly pulls her in for a hug, shushing her softly and swaying them both from side to side as she cries into her shoulder and holds onto her tightly. Inhaling the delicious scent of her new perfume and instantly feeling like you were home.
“You’re okay. It’s okay. All is forgiven, I promise,” she coos softly, “you’re okay. I’ve got you know. I promise you, we’re okay. I overstepped my boundaries and that’s not okay. I may be Harry’s mother but that gives me no right to intrude in a relationship that isn’t mine. I get excited. I can’t wait for what happens between the both of you and it excites me to think he’s found someone to settle with.”
“I don’t think he will,” she cries, “I was so horrible. I really was. He doesn’t want to see me or speak to me and I don’t blame him, Anne. I upset you. I made you cry. I yelled at you on Christmas Day. That’s unfair. Especially since you welcomed me into this house and allowed me to make it my home too. I’m so, so sorry for everything I said,” and her voice comes out raspy and croaky, “I love him. I want to marry him. I want kids with him, Anne. I want to give you grandchildren and I want to be your daughter-in-law. I just panicked because,” she gulps back a sob, “because I want it so badly and I’m scared that it won’t happen if we think too much of it. He hates me. I don’t blame him.”
“You think I hate you?”
She swings around on her heels, seeing Gemma sitting on the stairs with a sheepish smile on her face, Harry standing ahead of her with a face that looked like it was about to crack. Tears stains on his cheeks and his eyes rimmed with red that looked sore and aching to be closed for a rest.
“You think I hate you? You think that I don’t love you? You’re so mistaken with that,” he whispers, reaching his hands out and taking hers in his hold, “I love you so much. Christ, it scares me to love you this much, too. I want to marry you and I want kids with you. But, not right now. I want to enjoy us. I want to have fun with what we have,” he pulls her to his chest and buries his face into her hair, “you yelling at my mum made me so scared that things were going downhill. That that was the end for us. I don’t want that. As overbearing as my mum can be on babies and grandchildren,” he smiles towards Anne, “she knows we’re not ready for that step just yet.”
“All is forgiven,” Anne smiles, “I promise. Now, I think we’re all a bit tired so let’s go for a good night sleep and we’ll enjoy Boxing Day as we do normally. A fried brekkie, movies all day, cookies and homemade turkey and stuffing sandwiches for lunch.” xx