Solace ~ h.s.

If he weren't there... I don't know what would have happened.

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“Do doctors typically eat a lot of dessert or do they tend to stick to a couple nibbles of a sweet?”

It’s been about a week’s time since my day trip to Holmes Chapel with Harry and I’ve been busy ever since. My days are spent researching numbers, baking trial sweets for the charity ball, and everything in between. It was discovered very quickly that the charity ball is on behalf of the cancer ward at Harry’s hospital, meaning he’ll be in attendance, as well as Niall.

Anyhow, I’ve been busy preparing everything and raising a five-year old on the side. Despite the stress, I’ve been having an immense amount of fun planning and getting back into baking.

“Belle.” Harry snapping his fingers in front of my face draws me out of the trance I had been sitting in. He chuckles at my shocked expression and scoots closer to me on the sofa.

We’re currently sitting in my lounge, an animated film on the telly in front of us. Edward sits on the floor, his full attention on the screen. Harry suggested a day watching films after our outdoor plans were cancelled due to the heavily falling rain outside. But I didn’t mind one bit, it gave me an excuse to get some work done.

“What? Sorry.” I apologize, earning a shush from Edward.

“I said, it depends on the doctor, love.” I chuckle at his response though it’s not really helpful in anyway. “Some like sweets more than others and some are too far gone in the study of the human body that they repulse sugar.”

“You’re not really helping.”

“I like sweets more than the normal doctor.” Harry suggestively whispers, throwing a strong arm around my shoulders before peppering kisses against the side of my face.

“Knock it off, I’m trying to work.”

“You’re so cute when you’re concentrating.” I roll my eyes despite the blush creeping on my cheeks and move Harry’s face away from mine with my hand.

“And you’re cute when you’re quiet.” I whisper in response. Harry laughs at me and kisses me on the cheek more forcefully. His lips distract me briefly to the point where Harry’s closed my laptop and tried to pry it off my lap.

“You’re quite sassy today, aren’t you.” He mumbles deeply in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

If my little brother weren’t in the room, I’d push Harry off me, shove all my work aside, and have a furious make out session with the attractive doctor I’m dating. But Edward is in the room, though enthralled with the film it’s still inappropriate.

“Harry, I’m trying to focus.” I tell him, pushing him lightly off me again. Harry rolls his eyes playfully, no longer kissing me, but still sitting practically on top of me. “I want to do a good job with this charity event and I really don’t want to let your mum down.” The excuse on the list of reasons why we couldn’t have a makeout session.

“You won’t let her down, I promise.” Harry tells me as I wiggle out from his grasp and stand to my feet.

Edward complains as I step in front of his viewing of the telly on my way to the kitchen and he is soon to complain again when Harry follows me. Opening the refrigerator and bending down to look for some of the sweets I prepared earlier today before Harry came over, I feel a hand smack against my bum, causing a light yelp to fly out of my mouth.

“Harry!” I hiss at him, peering into the lounge to see Edward not having moved a muscle. “Why so sexual today?” I wonder, chuckling to myself at the end of my question. Turning back to look at Harry, I see him shrug his shoulders with a devilish smirk upon his lips.

“You just look so irresistible today.”

“I know.” I respond with a wink as I turn back to face sweets I’ve placed on my countertop. “Now come over here, I need your help.”

“With what?” His question is innocent but his tone is far from it.

“Stop being naughty and taste these.” Harry’s arms snake around my waist and he pulls my back to his front, his hot breath hitting my cheek as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

“I’ll taste yo-”

“Don’t finish that.” I elbow him in the ribs and hand him an raspberry and honey pastry that I made to get his opinion on.

Edward said he loved the sweet, but then again he’s five and he loves anything with sugar in it.

I turn around and face Harry, who’s taking a hefty bite out of the pastry I made. His lips turn up in a smile as he tastes the sweet, eye widening profusely.

“Wow, these are incredible!”He says through a mouthful of pastry. I smile at his words, enjoying the fact that he actually likes what I’ve made. I’m very particular with the things that I bake and it took me nearly a year and a half for my raspberry and honey pastries to be categorized as perfect in my mind. If Harry hated them, there’d be blood shed.

“You think?” Harry nods profusely, taking another bite. “So, perfect for the charity banquet? Not too messy?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Good.” I say to him as I grab my notepad that was sitting on the arm of the sofa and jot down that the pastry is a success.

My plan is to have a variety of treats, one being my infamous chocolate mini rolls and I suppose these pastries being another. I still have two more options that I want to prepare, but I’ve no idea what they should be.

“Now all I’ve got to do is find two other sweets that are deemed suitable for this event.”

“Relax,” Harry mumbles, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me again, “you’ve got three weeks.” I take a deep breath, leaning into his embrace.

“I know, but this is my first gig. There’s a lot of planning I need to do and I lot of sweets I need to prepare.”

“Okay, but you deserve a break, darling.”

“Like five minutes.” Harry untangles himself from me to tug me in the direction of my bedroom. “Harry, don’t even think about it.” I mutter to him, looking over my shoulder in the direction of Edward, but he’s still completely oblivious to the world around him.

“Shush, we’re not doing anything like that. I just want to talk to you in private.” Harry tells me, leading us into my bedroom and flipping on the light before closing the door slowly. He motions over towards my bed with his head and I follow, taking a seat beside him.

“Now what’s so important that you need to drag me into bed?” I wonder aloud, leaning against Harry’s comfortable body. He chuckles at me as he wraps his arm around me in a side-hug before pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I think you need a little getaway, with me.” Even though I’m extremely focused and a bit stressed about this charity banquet, but talk of a getaway sounds perfect right about now.

“What have you planned?”

“Please don’t be angry with me.” Harry whispers, causing my head to pop up from Harry’s shoulder.

“Why would I be mad at you?” He shrugs before digging his phone out from the constricted pocket of his skinny jeans and fumbling around with it. He doesn’t say anything to be before he finds what he’s looking for and is handing the phone over to me.

I nearly gasp at the sight of what he’s purchased for the two of us but also out of slight confusion with his choice of getaway location.

“Harry, why did you book a trip to Inverness, Scotland?”

I’m not stupid, I know why he booked a trip there, but why? We’re still at a stand still for the search for my birth parents, meaning we’re not sure if they still live in Scotland. Inverness is the place of my birth, but it also doesn’t mean my parents ever lived there.

“I think I found your birth parents.”

“What?” I nearly shout at him, jumping up from the bed out of shock. Before I know it, I’m pacing around my room, my brain overthinking everything.

“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy.”

“No, I am.” I tell him, though I feel conflicted. “Just, what if they didn’t want me to find them and I just show up? What if I don’t actually want to meet them, I just thought I did? What if -”

“Shush.” Harry interrupts my pacing and rambling by standing and wrapping his arms around me to keep me in place. With a deep breath, I look up at Harry to see a small smile on his lips.

“Look at me, you do something incredibly sweet and kind and I’m here pulling it all apart.” I tell him, letting my head fall against his shoulder as my arms wrap around his waist.

“It’s alright.” He assures me.

“How did you do it?” I ask, lifting my head to look up at the towering man. “How’d you find them?”

“I did a little research of my own, using my surgeon card to get me places.” I find myself rolling my eyes at his confession. “It was no trouble finding the information I did, just a couple phone calls here and there. That being said, if you don’t want to meet them, then I understand.”

“No, no I want to.” I tell him, lifting myself on my toes to press a kiss to his lips. “I should meet them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I want to.”

Harry happily grins at me, leaning down to press another kiss to my lips. Before his lips make contact with mine, we’re being tugged apart by the sound of the door opening and Edward wandering in. His words that pull us apart officially cause Harry to double over in laughter as I’m left scolding Edward for being demanding:

“Can you stop kissing and make me dinner, I’m hungry.” little brothers...

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