A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and just so this is in no way going along
with the current storylines of Boston Public.
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The morning light blinded Harry's tired eyes, as they opened. He squinted at the window and sat up, letting out a sleepy groan. He rubbed his drowsiness away and glanced at the clock. 6:27 AM. He smiled to himself, knowing it was a Saturday. A free day. It'd seemed like forever for the weekend to come.
An awakening moan made Harry's smile widen. He turned to his companion. Her blonde hair was covering her face and she struggled to get it out of the way.
"Morning, Ronnie," Harry said.
Ronnie looked up at him, grinning that grin he could fall in love with every time he saw it, "Good Morning."
She sat up and kissed her lover on the cheek, "How are you feeling?"
Harry yawned, "Not bad. What would you like to do today?" He asked, placing an arm around her. She nestled against his chest.
"I'm not sure. How about a day in and a night out?"
Harry nodded, "I'll make reservations."
He got up, out of bed, and went to his dresser. Upon opening the drawer, he froze at what he saw. It was a picture of Lauren, framed in silver. He lifted the frame into his hands and ran his finger around it, smirking. He loved how she appeared in the picture. She looked like a porcelain doll.
Ronnie became curious and interrupted Harry's semi-reunion with his ex, "Something wrong?"
Harry dropped the photo back into the drawer, a loud 'clang!' making him jump. He faked a smile, "No. I just. . . can't find the phone book."
Ronnie looked around the room and slid over to Harry's side of the bed. She reached and opened the drawer of the nightstand. Spotting the phone book, she grabbed it and leaned against the headboard, flipping through the pages. She stumbled upon the "D" page and saw only one name on it: Lauren Davis.
Ronnie looked up at Harry. He was still busily trying to find the book.
"You kept Lauren's number?" Ronnie asked, a bit of jealousy noted in her voice.
Harry's head shot up and he looked at her reflection, which was in the mirror in front of him. Her angry expression made him go numb, with nervousness. He turned and stared at her, "Ronnie, it's not like I use it. Hell, that's an old phone book. I don't even use it." He tried to laugh.
"You don't want to forget her? Am I missing something?" Ronnie asked. She threw the phone book to the foot of the bed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
Harry hung his head. He could only lie so long before he was discovered. Honestly, he didn't know why he kept that number. Sometimes, he'd sit and stare at it, in front of the phone, contemplating whether or not he should call her. Just to see how she was doing. He was heartbroken when she ended their relationship. He had hoped that all she needed was space, and that they'd get back together. He never saw it as it being over.
"Of course I want to forget her, baby. We broke up. . . how long ago? If I didn't want to forget her, then what does all of this mean to you? Are you waiting for me to leave you?"
Ronnie's eyes shifted to the side and she thought of his reply. Harry smiled, sweetly, to ensure she'd forgive him. She finally smiled back and came to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"I know, Harry. I'm sorry. I trust you." She kissed him on the cheek, "I love you."
Harry sighed and placed his hands on her back, "I love you, too."
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The morning light blinded Harry's tired eyes, as they opened. He squinted at the window and sat up, letting out a sleepy groan. He rubbed his drowsiness away and glanced at the clock. 6:27 AM. He smiled to himself, knowing it was a Saturday. A free day. It'd seemed like forever for the weekend to come.
An awakening moan made Harry's smile widen. He turned to his companion. Her blonde hair was covering her face and she struggled to get it out of the way.
"Morning, Ronnie," Harry said.
Ronnie looked up at him, grinning that grin he could fall in love with every time he saw it, "Good Morning."
She sat up and kissed her lover on the cheek, "How are you feeling?"
Harry yawned, "Not bad. What would you like to do today?" He asked, placing an arm around her. She nestled against his chest.
"I'm not sure. How about a day in and a night out?"
Harry nodded, "I'll make reservations."
He got up, out of bed, and went to his dresser. Upon opening the drawer, he froze at what he saw. It was a picture of Lauren, framed in silver. He lifted the frame into his hands and ran his finger around it, smirking. He loved how she appeared in the picture. She looked like a porcelain doll.
Ronnie became curious and interrupted Harry's semi-reunion with his ex, "Something wrong?"
Harry dropped the photo back into the drawer, a loud 'clang!' making him jump. He faked a smile, "No. I just. . . can't find the phone book."
Ronnie looked around the room and slid over to Harry's side of the bed. She reached and opened the drawer of the nightstand. Spotting the phone book, she grabbed it and leaned against the headboard, flipping through the pages. She stumbled upon the "D" page and saw only one name on it: Lauren Davis.
Ronnie looked up at Harry. He was still busily trying to find the book.
"You kept Lauren's number?" Ronnie asked, a bit of jealousy noted in her voice.
Harry's head shot up and he looked at her reflection, which was in the mirror in front of him. Her angry expression made him go numb, with nervousness. He turned and stared at her, "Ronnie, it's not like I use it. Hell, that's an old phone book. I don't even use it." He tried to laugh.
"You don't want to forget her? Am I missing something?" Ronnie asked. She threw the phone book to the foot of the bed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
Harry hung his head. He could only lie so long before he was discovered. Honestly, he didn't know why he kept that number. Sometimes, he'd sit and stare at it, in front of the phone, contemplating whether or not he should call her. Just to see how she was doing. He was heartbroken when she ended their relationship. He had hoped that all she needed was space, and that they'd get back together. He never saw it as it being over.
"Of course I want to forget her, baby. We broke up. . . how long ago? If I didn't want to forget her, then what does all of this mean to you? Are you waiting for me to leave you?"
Ronnie's eyes shifted to the side and she thought of his reply. Harry smiled, sweetly, to ensure she'd forgive him. She finally smiled back and came to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"I know, Harry. I'm sorry. I trust you." She kissed him on the cheek, "I love you."
Harry sighed and placed his hands on her back, "I love you, too."
