Harry POV

I sit in Liam's office Monday morning before work begins.

We're working on some projects for the office and wanted to do it in peace.

"How was your date Friday?" Liam asks. I look away from my laptop screen and to my friend.

"I think it went well." I say with a small smile.

"Did you kiss her good night?" My smile slips away from my face and I look back to my screen. "Really? You didn't?"

"I was too nervous to." I admit. "Do you think that made her think I didn't have a good time?" I ask timidly.

"Yes. Did you hold hands on the way to the car or her apartment?" I clear my throat and run my hand through my hair. "Wow." Liam claps.

"Fuck off." I say. "I'm not there yet."

"Hopefully there will be on second date. Or you can tell her why you plan on not kissing her anytime soon."

"I'm not doing that." I murmur.

"Harry-"

"Liam, please. I had to talk myself into even going on a date with Eve because I felt like I was cheating on my wife." My eyes sting. I look back to laptop screen and type slowly.

"Jane would want you to move on and be happy."

"She thought I saved Elena." I say. "I didn't, and she would want me to be happy?" I ask Liam.

"You didn't give up, Harry. You did eventually get the seatbelt undone."

"Yeah after my daughter suffered and drowned. Father of the year award goes to me." I spit under my breath.

"Talk to Eve, Harry. You like her right?"

"Yeah." I murmur.

"Just tell her you need to go slow and ease back into that stuff since your last relationship."

"I'll try." I mutter under my breath. I soon stand up. "I gotta do some emails. I'll talk to you later." Liam nods and I walk away.

I see my employees pile into the office and chatter to one another. I ignore them and head to my office.

I sit down at my desk and let out a shrug. My eyes look to the picture frames on my desk. One is of my peppy three year old that I miss everyday. It kills me knowing that she would've been eight years old.

The other photo is me and my wife on our wedding day.

I should start saying ex wife.

That thought makes my heart pinch. To me she will always be my wife. But now I'm starting to see Eve and it would be rude of me to keep saying wife in my mind.

I miss my family a lot though.

My office door opens slowly and my eyes look and see Eve. "I just came by to give your manuscripts and such for the morning." I nod and she walks over to me.

Her brown semi curly hair is down which is nice. Usually it's in a messy bun that also looks good on her.

She hands me the manuscripts and paper work for them. Her eyes meet mine for a brief moment. I can't tell if she has blue eyes or hazel eyes. "What color eyes do you have?" I find myself asking.

"They're hazel, but people think they're a light blue." I nod.

"Sorry, that was a weird question."

"I've gotten asked weirder things." Eve says with a small smile. "I'll leave you alone now to work." She turns around and walks away.

"Eve." I say before she leaves.

"Yes?"

"I had a good time on uh Friday." I say timidly.

"I did too. See you at lunch?" I nod. I see a warm smile go on her lips before she closes the office door.

I need a therapy session soon.

Eve POV

Since Harry and I were both busy around lunch we decided to just hangout at my house for a while after work.

Doug is on Harry's lap and the dog is on his back. Harry rubs his tummy and a faint smile is on his lips.

"Doug ignores me when you're here." I say.

"I'm his favourite." I shake my head at his "joke".

"Are you hungry? I can make something." I offer.

"I've never seen you cook." I scoff.

"Make a mean box mac and cheese Harry, what do you mean?" Harry laughs causing his dimples to appear on his cheeks. "I also have dinosaur chicken nuggets I can heat up too."

"Dinosaur chicken nuggets?" He questions me.

"They were on sale, okay?" I stand up. "I'll be right back." Harry nods and looks back to Doug.

***

It will be a while until the water boils and the chicken cooks.

I return back to the living room and see Harry looking around. His eyes stare at the photos on my walls.

I stand beside him. "Is that your Dad?" Harry asks me.

"Yep." I say. It's an old photo of all five of us. "I need an updated photo of us." I say aloud.

"You're so short compared to all of your siblings." I laugh.

"They're all like six feet tall. Then there is me." I grin softly.

Harry's green eyes look to me and his body faces me. "You look like you want to something." I observe.

"I do." He pauses. "But I don't know how to say it."

"Just go on and ramble." I joke making him chuckle.

"I'm trying to prove myself to you that I like you the way I say I do. I know it didn't really seem like I like you since I didn't kiss you on Friday night. I have a lot things in my life that only a few people know about and I'm not ready to tell you yet. I do like you Eve, and I need you to understand that it's going to be very slow between us. And I understand if that makes you not want to be with me."

"I need a slow relationship." I say honestly.

"Since your last one?" Harry asks and I nod.

"Basically because of my past relationships with boys." I murmur. I walk away to check on the water.

I see it's boiling so I add the noddles. Harry leans against the counter next to me.

"So your last relationship is what holds you back?" I ask him.

"Yeah." Harry replies. "Same with you?"

"More trust than anything." I mutter sadly. My eyes look down to the boiling water that has the pasta in it.

***

It's nine o'clock and Harry is leaving for the night. He has an early meeting at six in the morning.

He's saying goodbye to Doug who keeps clawing at him to stay. I smile gently at them.

"I'll go now before he keeps making me stay." Harry says. I chuckle.

His eyes meet mine again. "I'll see you Wednesday." Tomorrow I work at the diner.

"Yep." He turns around to leave and takes a few steps. I'm by the front door and he's in the hallway outside my apartment door. Harry stops in his tracks and turns around to face me. He leans in and kisses my cheek. "Goodnight Eve."

"Goodnight Harry." I murmur.

This time he leaves my apartment. I lock the door behind him and sit down with Doug on the floor. "I think I might've found a decent guy." I say to my dog.

My mind thinks back to John and how I know he's near me somewhere, he always is.

A://N

Does anyone want like a past chapter with Eve or just figure out her "past" through her relationship with Harry?

Ty for reading

I entered this book into wattys 2017 for fun soooo we'll see how that goes :/

~lauren