Do I Frighten You? 2

I am so happy that I don't have to go to work until tomorrow. I wonder if he is going to be here for a long while. I was vacuuming the clean room over and over, making the bed, and even making Andrews and picking up all the toys that where everywhere on his floor and put them in the toy box. I sighed and then looked around the house and then swept the bathroom and actually mopped in there and also in the kitchen. I was basically flipping out right now. I had let my hair down and then brushed my teeth, I don't know if I will be kissing him, but I guess it is worth the shot he is my husband after all. I looked at the clock and I had 30 minutes to spare. I wonder if he wants me to cook him something, he must be hungry when he gets here, so I decided to make him some chicken alfredo really quick. The memory of when I first made it for him runs through my head quickly it was a sweet memory. Once I had turned the knob onto low. I heard a knock on the door and I was just so freaked out. I didn't know what to do.

I went to the door, and my legs just felt like jelly and then sighed and opened it, and there he was. He was wearing a plan white shirt and some black skinny jeans. His hair had really grew out. He looked at me for a moment, and I looked at him. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could I interrupt him.

“Come in.” He walked in and then looked around at the house, and then his green eyes landed on me. I just stood there awkwardly. I didn't know what to say to him. I had a lot of things to say actually. Why he had never returned my calls and why he never texted me back when I wanted to talk to him. He looked at me studying my face. I think it is just me, but he had gotten taller.

“It is nice to see you.” He finally said and I nodded my head and then headed to the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” I asked him as he followed me into the kitchen. This was just going to be awkward and I know it is because he was here and I don't know what to do. I just wish we were not alone.

“What did you make?” He asked behind me as I stopped myself from moving in front of the cabinet to get a plate.

“Chicken Alfredo.” I said softly. I could hear him laughing a little.

“Alvarado?” He questioned. I guess he remembered that moment too.

I smiled and then made him his plate and then he grabbed it and then sat at the table and then I sat down across from him looking down at my hands and then up at the clock, I counted down the time to go and make an excuse to go and get Andrew. I sighed and then looked out the kitchen window.

“This looks like a nice please here.” He said in a soft voice.

“Yeah.” I said not making eye contact with him.

“Are you okay?” He asked me a little bit of concern in his voice.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

He didn't say anything. Once he finished eating I grabbed his plate and then handed him a bottled water from the fridge and he thanked me.

“I have barely been in London.” He confessed.
I was still not making eye contact with him. I really didn't know what to tell him.

“Something is wrong and you are not telling me.” He said and he was honestly getting on my nerves.

I sighed and tried to ignore him.

“Amelia.” He said.

“Why haven't you called or texted me back?” I blurted and his eyes widened. “Well?”

“I- You never sent me a call or text.” He said confused look on his face.

“I called you yesterday and sent you some pictures of Andrew on his first day of school.” I said, tears running down my face. “You met someone else? Did you forget about us?”

“No.” He frowned and shook his head. “I didn't remember getting anything. I was at Louis' house. I had been drinking.” He said in a soft voice.

“Of course you have.” I stand from the table. He had been drinking now. Not even wanting to look after us. He was busy drinking. “It's been a year Harry a lot have changed.”

I walk out of the kitchen before he could say anything and then I went to go and sit on the couch. How could he just forget us and rather drink?

“Amelia, it isn't like that.” He said.

“So what, have you been drinking every night?” I said looking at him and his eyes met mine.

“Ye-That isn't the problem.” He said.

“It is the problem!” I yell getting onto my feet, my blood had began to boil.

He didn't say anything. He just looked down and then looked defeated. I just needed to think. I had grabbed my keys off the couch and headed towards the door.

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