ENID

I spent the rest of the day with Harry's mom, helping her prepare the Christmas dinner. We made a lot of conversation and she told me facts about Harry I didn't know and some that he wasn't going to tell me. An example, Harry liked to take mints before going to bed. That explained the bowl of mints, I saw earlier. It was almost time for dinner and I had completely blown off my family for this. I could imagine them having their perfect little dinner with other relatives. I got teary and Harry noticed. He held my hand and caressed it. It made me realise how no one asked why I wasn't with my family.

As if his mom read my mind, she said, "What's wrong Enid?" I was about to reply when Henry came down. He looked surprised to see me then he exclaimed, "She's here too! Harry won't shut the fuck up now." His father looked at him and grunted, "Language, Henry." That cheered me up and she didn't push the question. The dinner was really fun and the food was delicious. Henry and Harry kept on bickering about something absurd. Their mom was trying to tame them, cursing under her breath and their dad sat there and was enjoying the moment. I enjoyed it too. 

We were having dessert when Harry brought it up again. "Wait Enid, why aren't you having dinner with your family?" My fork dropped and everyone's head turned to me, awaiting my reply. I turned to face Harry and I felt like killing him for putting me in that spot. I bent to pick up my fork and said. "You wouldn't understand." My voice cracked at the end. He looked hurt because I was pushing him away. "Enid sweetie, you can tell us." His mom said. That only made it worse, I felt like bursting out. My vision became blurry with tears and it was overwhelming. "Enid." I heard Harry say. "They don't want me," I mumbled and wiped my eyes. I heard a chair scrape on the floor and Harry embraced me in yet again another hug. I tried my best to hold it together. His mom walked to me and pulled me away from Harry. She made me face her.

"Don't let it bring you down Enid. I know what it feels like to be in your shoes because I was once like you. My parents didn't give a damn about me. They didn't hurt me physically but they damaged me emotionally. But I healed. I want you too. " She said and then hugged me but then she whispered in my ear. "Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. I'm here for you. If you need to talk." I nodded and she pushed me to Harry, who looked concerned and a bit upset. 

He pulled me to his room and closed the door behind him. I sat on his bed and he stood up, pacing around his room. "Why didn't you tell me?" He finally said. I looked at my shoes and didn't reply. "You could have told me, Enid." Then he stooped as if realising something. "That night, you came over.  You said something about no one loving you? I should have taken that hint." He was getting frustrated. I stood up and rushed to him. I held his face and said. "Stop being hard on yourself Harry. It's not your fault. I didn't tell you because I felt you would not like me anymore."

He pulled me into a kiss and it explained exactly what he was feeling. I felt really connected to him. I didn't want him to hurt because of me. We pulled away and stared at each other. That wasn't the only reason I didn't tell him. I didn't trust him then. I realised I trusted him now. He has earned my trust in so many ways. I trusted him to take good care of me and that he won't hurt me. I realised that on the bus when he held me back to zip me up. It was really thoughtful of him. I continued to look into his eyes and he held my face in his hands and caressed it. 

He leaned in and kissed my forehead and said, "I" and I blushed. He kissed my nose and said, "Love." My eyes widened as he kissed my lips and whispered against them. "You." and he kissed me once more. I started to tear up but I didn't believe him immediately. It was a bit difficult for me too. He pulled me to his bed and laid us down. "Let's watch a movie, you pick." I cuddled closer to him. "Um, maybe Harry Potter?" I burst out laughing. He didn't like the joke at all. We got quiet for a while then I decided. "Yes, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." I sweet-talked him into watching it with me. He obviously hated Harry Potter. 

"I'm going to run down to get drinks and snacks. I'll be back."He said and pecked me and stood up. I could never get used to his kisses. "Harry," I called after him. He looked at me. "Come back." I completed. He only smiled at me. I sighed as he left. I opened Amazon Prime to look for the Harry Potter series since it wasn't on Netflix. I was already 2 minutes into the film when Harry came back into the room and he came back with several bags of chips and two Pepsi bottles. "How are we going to finish all this Harry?" He laughed at me and said, "We are not, I am." I rolled my eyes and opened a bag of Doritos. 

Several hours of watching the film and getting distracted by Harry who tried kissing me and not to mention tickle me, Harry finally stood up to use the bathroom. I sat up straight and tuned in only to hear a very familiar saying. 

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

Luna Lovegood said that. I paused the film to analyse the saying. She meant it in an abstract way. I lost love through family and I got it back in some way through romance. I realised that I loved Harry. As if on cue, he stepped out of the bathroom and started to talk when I blurted.  "I love you too!" He rushed to me and pulled me in for a hell of a kiss.

Basically, put stock in the randomness of the universe. I eventually got what I wanted, I just had to wait for the universe to rebalance itself.

THE END