27 Weeks Along

-Harry's POV-

It worked.

I can't help but smile to myself as my left hand grips the steering wheel and my right rests on Av's thigh.

She's with me. We're headed back to our flat. We're together.

It worked.

It was a one in a million chance, but I couldn't not take it. When I heard Gem raving to Finn about how he had to eat at this particular cafe, I knew the chances of him taking Ava there today were slim. But slim was better then nothing.

And slim turned out to be fucking brilliant.

Gem didn't question me when I suggested we go to the Orchard. After she'd went on about it long enough, it seemed like a reasonable choice. She had no idea I didn't give a fuck about how wonderful their mug of soup and sarrnies were.

All I cared about was that one in a million chance that Finn and Ava would walk into the same cafe at the same time we were there.

I tried not to let myself get to worked up over the prospect, but it couldn't be helped. I'd never eaten so slowly before, never set up quite so straight every time someone walked through the door.

When the two teenage girls came up to our table and blocked my view of it, I'd nearly lost it.

I tried not to be rude. Tried to force a smile on my face as they asked for an autograph. I don't even know what they said, what I nodded my head in agreement to as I scribbled my name on the back of their phone cases.

All I could think of was that front door.

And who could possibly... just maybe.. be walking through it.

The second they were gone I took a big swig of my water, trying to calm myself. When I saw Gemma' whole body tense as she stared across the small cafe, I knew.

My heart nearly beat out of my chest as her eyes flicked to me. I couldn't look, to afraid to be disappointed.

'What is it?' I barely got the words out as I took in Gem's widened eyes and furrowed brow.

'Ava.'

One word.

One name.

I can't even begin to describe how it made me feel.

It worked.

The moment my eyes met hers, those big brown eyes I've missed so bloody much, I knew I'd made a terrible mistake.

Hearing her voice was hard enough. But seeing her... sat in a chair in the very same room as me.. swollen belly pressing against the table.. I knew just seeing her wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough.

When she stood abruptly, knocking over a glass in her hurry to leave I didn't hesitate. I couldn't just let her leave.

My mind was a proper mess when we were finally alone, locked in a shitty bathroom to hide from the world.

She was so fucking beautiful. I'd missed her so fucking much.

Just having her near me I felt whole again. Like this missing piece was put back into place.

One I didn't want to say goodbye to just yet. I had her with me, finally.

I had to take her home.

We were both silent the entire drive. Both to afraid to speak. Afraid if we did somehow this bubble we were in would pop. And we would be seen.

But we weren't.

As I pulled into the safety of the garage and the door closed behind us I let out a loud sigh of relief.

I wasn't the only one.

We both laughed when our eyes met. We'd gotten away with it.

It worked.

"Going to invite me inside?" Ava raised an eyebrow at me, making me grin like a proper fool.

"Nope. Invite means you've a choice to say no. I'm gonna go with insist.. Yeah... I insist you come inside."

"Do you?"

"Mean that in every sense of the word."

She shakes her head at me, her eyes practically dancing. "Perv."

"Cheeky." I correct with a smirk, "Now out you go, won't be spending our time together separated by a bloody console."

I don't waste any time in getting out of the car and jogging around to her side. She lets me have my fun, waiting so I can open the door for her and offer her my hand.

I pull her into the house before she can grab her bag, to excited that she's here to worry over it.

To excited to think straight.

I want to hug her, sit with her, hold her, talk to her, kiss her, and make love to her all at once.

"You thirsty?" I question as I try to decide which room to lead her to.

"No."

"Hungry?"

"Not really." She smiles at me, almost laughing at my frazzled condition.

"Hhhmmmm." I nod, running my hand through my hair as I stop us in the foyer. My eyes glancing back and forth between the living room and upstairs towards the bedroom.

"Everything alright?" She bites her lip as I look down at her, squeezing my hand.

"Yeah.." I nod, "Course. Yeah."

My eyes once again flick back and forth between the two possible destinations.

"What are we doing?" She chuckles.

"Nothing. Just ummm... Thought maybe... You want to talk for a bit? Or..." My voice fades off as I suddenly feel a bit embarrassed.

Why I do, I have no bloody clue. Sex is never something I'm shy about, not with Ava. She knows I want her constantly and I'm not ashamed of the horny teenager I turn into whenever I think about getting into her knickers.

But I don't want her thinking I just asked her here for a shag. I would happily just sit and talk with her all night.

But I would more then happily bury myself in her all night.

My jeans noticeably tighten, causing Ava to raise her eyebrows.

"Or...?" She prods me, obviously loving the state she has me in.

"I.. Uh, dunno......" I stumble over my words like a right idiot, "We could.. ya know.. go to bed? Or not. Whichever you want........ What do you want to do? Anything's fine. You want to sit? We could sit for a while."

"Sitting is fine." She peeks up at me through long eyelashes. "But I'd much rather take your clothes off."

I choke on my own breath as my girl smirks up at me. We've apparently switched roles. Ava's rarely one to be bold sexually. She's shy, innocent in a way. In a fucking sexy as hell way.

But hearing her say she wants me outright, makes the blood run straight to my dick. Her cute accent rolling over the dirty words gives the whole innocent bit a run for it's money.

"Sounds much better then sitting if I'm being honest. Loads better." I grin, quickly turning her around and placing one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.

She gasps in surprise as I sweep her up off her feet easily, hastily carrying her up the stairs.

Her arms wraps tightly around my shoulders as her scent hits me.

Lavender. So sweet.

Suddenly I have the overwhelming urge to taste her skin.

And her lips. Maybe more...

I want all of her. Now and as many times as possible before she has to leave.

She has to leave...

I push the depressing thought from my mind. I can't think of that right now. Can't think of her leaving.

What matters right now is that she's here. With me. Where she belongs.

What matters right now is that my plan, as fucked up and desperate as it was, worked.

It worked.

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