Chapter Twenty-One – Revelations
It was the early hours of the morning when we pulled into the train station car park where I had left my car. It was raining and I didn't want to get out of Harry's lovely warm car into my cold, empty one.
Harry sensed my reluctance as we sat talking quietly in the car park. "I won't see you again until the weekend of Tom's wedding now, will I?" he asked me.
"No" I said, trying hard not to burst into tears. I just wanted to be with him all the time. "I just can't get away between now and then".
He leant over and kissed me gently, tenderly. "I just want to be with you all the time". He said, echoing my thoughts perfectly.
"I know" I said and a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. "I can't believe I've found someone I love so much and we live so far apart". My earlier doubts about my feelings had completely disappeared. I was now certain that I loved Harry and he had proven to me that he felt the same way about me and this wasn't just some stupid fling or lust. This was love. Pure and simple.
As I went to get out of the car, I turned back to Harry. "You can't drive back now" I said. "You won't get home until stupid o'clock. Come back to mine and stay the night, then you can leave in the morning".
"OK" he replied without a moment's hesitation. "You lead the way!"
Happy again, I jumped out of his car and unlocked mine. I got in and drove the twenty minutes back to my house. The house was in darkness and I guessed that Sarah, my sister, had either fallen asleep on the sofa, or had gone to bed.
I pulled up outside the house and got out. Harry parked a little further up the road. I went up to his car and said "I'll need to get rid of my sister. Wait here and I'll come back when she's gone".
"OK" he said. "Don't be long – I can't wait to be in bed with you!"
I smiled and turned and walked back to the house. I unlocked the front door and went in as quietly as I could. As predicted, Sarah had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of the TV.
She woke up as I opened the door and looked up with a jump. "Oh!" she said. "It's you! What time is it?"
"Nearly 1am" I replied, looking up at the clock on the wall, next to my McFly calendar.
"I was starting to think you weren't coming back at all!" she said. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
I hesitated. Should I tell her? She would keep it a secret...I felt indecisive. "Erm, bit awkward, but I've kind of met someone who lives in London and wanted to meet his friends tonight, so I went for dinner there instead of coming straight home". Perfectly truthful.
"Ah, I see" she eyed me suspiciously. "Are you going to tell me who this person is? I presume it's a man?"
"Of course it's a man!" I replied indignantly. "I can't tell you who he is...yet..." I stopped mid-sentence as the door was opening behind me. Harry was coming in through the door.
"Err, ok, it turns out I CAN tell you who he is...Sarah, this is Harry".
I thought Sarah's lower jaw was going to fall off, her mouth was open that wide! She gawped at Harry and looked backwards and forwards between me and Harry in total disbelief.
She's not lost for words very often, but this was one of those times.
"Ha, Ha, Harry?" she said, clearly very confused and taken aback.
"Yes," Harry said, walking towards her. "I'm really glad you were able to look after George for Alex tonight and it's totally my fault you've had to stay up so late. I'm really sorry, but I wanted Tom to meet Alex properly before the wedding."
"The wedding?" Sarah squeaked. "You're going to Tom's wedding?" Sarah liked McFly too, not as much as I did, but the gravity of being invited to the wedding of the year did not escape her.
"Yes" said Harry, taking my hand, "Alex is my 'plus one'".
"Oh my God!" said Sarah. "Oh my God!"
"You CANNOT breathe a WORD of this to ANYONE!" I said, very firmly. Sarah was not one for gossiping, but I wanted to make it absolutely clear that this event was not to leave this room.
"Oh, I won't say anything!" she promised. She suddenly remembered what we had been talking about before Harry appeared. "I'd better be going". I hugged her.
"Thanks again for looking after George tonight" I said. "I hope he's been no trouble?"
"An angel, as always" she said, picking up her coat from the sofa. She hesitated and looked at Harry again, still with a look of total disbelief on her face. "It was, um, nice to meet you, Harry" she said quietly and looked at me and shook her head slightly. "What are you like?" she said and left.
I locked the door behind her and turned to Harry. "I think it's bedtime!" I said.
"Fantastic idea!" he replied. "Lead the way!"
I switched off the TV and we walked upstairs. "Crap!" I thought. "He's going to see the pictures I have of him on my bedroom wall!" There was no chance of taking them down, so I was just going to have to take the consequences.
I peeped in on George as I always did before going to bed. He was sleeping deeply and peacefully. I adjusted his duvet slightly and closed the door. Harry was loitering in the corridor outside his room. I pointed down the hall to my bedroom door. "That's my room" I whispered. He walked down the hall and pushed the door open and switched on the light.
"Ha ha!" he said quietly. "I like your fan wall!" I had a multitude of photos of him, some I'd taken myself at the gigs and some, of him in various states of undress, had been sourced and printed.
I could feel myself colouring. "I put those up before I had the real thing to look at!"
"You can do more than look at me now!" he said grabbing me round the waist and pulling me towards him. I could feel a hard lump in his trousers. Was this boy ever not aroused?
I kissed him briefly, and then realised my bedroom curtains were wide open. My neighbours were unlikely to be out in the street at this time of the morning, but I didn't want to take that risk!
We kissed and undressed each other, having to be quiet because George was so nearby and I didn't want to wake him. Partly because I didn't want to wake him, but mainly because I didn't want us to be interrupted.
We fell into bed, kissing all the time and Harry pulled the covers up over us. I surreptitiously discarded my slightly-less-than-sexy pyjamas on the floor. There would be no need for them tonight! I felt a sudden rush of pleasure at the fact I had a man in MY bed! It had been a very long time since that had happened!
We made love, slowly and quietly, but it was intense and passionate. In my terraced house, I knew we had to be quiet as the walls were paper-thin, not like in Harry's lovely big detached house.
We fell asleep, wrapped in each others' arms. I woke suddenly a couple of hours later. My tired and happy brain luckily reminded me I needed to set an alarm to get up for school in the morning. I slid back into bed, and Harry put his arms around me again. As we spooned and fell asleep, I smiled happily to myself. "Life is good". I thought. "I am so lucky".
A few short hours later, my alarm woke me. Minutes later, George started to make noise in his room, but I knew he would murmur for a while before he was ready to get up, so I climbed out of bed and jumped in the shower. I could hear George starting to make more noise but he went quiet again as I turned the water off.
I went back into my room; expecting to see Harry still asleep, but he wasn't there. Just as I was starting to doubt my sanity and recollection of the previous night, I heard George giggle and Harry laugh – he was in George's room!
I pushed the door open and went in. Harry had got George out of his cot and was sitting on the floor with him, playing "peepo" with his stuffed animals. George was giggling like a lunatic at the funny noises Harry was making the animals make as they peeped round the sides of his cot at him.
"I hope you don't mind" Harry said, "but I knew you were in the shower and I could hear him making noise."
"Of course I don't mind!" I said and my heart swelled with love as I watched them playing together.
"You go and get dressed, we're good here, aren't we mate?"
"Yeah" said George and I slipped off to get dressed. I reappeared a few minutes later. Harry said "I'll go and put the kettle on, shall I?"
"Thanks" I said. "I'll get him dressed".
A few minutes later, we joined Harry downstairs. He had a cup of tea waiting for me and as I settled George into his highchair and switched the TV on to CBeebies, he came up behind me and kissed my neck.
"You're an amazing woman!" he said. "You work in a really hard job, you're a fantastic mother to a gorgeous little boy and you're all mine!"
I turned and smiled up at him, "I'm afraid you'll have to share me with another man as well" I said, laughing. George looked at us both and said "Daddy!"
Harry and I both laughed. "You play your cards right, little man, and you never know!"