Muse [h.s.]

11. oblivious

🎵Wet Dreams — Ocean Alley

Harry's POV

There aren't much places to jog here in Miami, but I needed to. I felt like I was going crazy in that suite, with Aurelia sleeping in my bedroom.

I didn't sleep at all — by the time I left the bedroom and headed for the sofa, it was around 6 am. As the light began to fill the suite, I decided to go for a jog to clear my head.

I'm jogging down the beach outside the hotel, the cool ocean breeze misting across my cheeks as I pant, focusing on my breaths.

The more I dwell on what happened only a few hours ago, the more the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach deepens.

I've been reflecting on everything that's happened, everything that was said. While her words always cause goosebumps to rise on my skin, just the sight of her made me want to swim oceans to make her happy....the words she said last night weren't exactly what I wanted to hear.

I was proud; no doubt about that, I'm well aware of just how prideful I can be at times and the fact that I was able to please her in all the ways she wanted.

But that pride I felt was just a momentary piece of emotion, as the reality of everything came sinking in. I didn't care about that, that wasn't important to me.

What's important to me is her, but I don't think the feeling is reciprocated, not in the same way, at least.

She didn't come to my suite saying that she missed me, saying that she didn't want to be with Kyle — no, she had said that I was the only one who could make her come, she had said she wanted to feel me, to touch me.

And I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

I wanted her to say that she missed me. When I opened the door, my heart soared at the sight of her. Her hair was in a small ponytail, her molten honey colored eyes wide once the door opened. She was panting and she had rubbed her palms on her shorts, a habit she always seemed to do.

I wanted so badly for her to say she missed me. It may be selfish of me, but I had almost hoped she came to ask me to get out of there, to even go for a walk with her, just to bask in her radiant presence for a while longer.

I was consumed by our time together at the club earlier, I kept replaying the way we laughed together, and I had thought those were where her thoughts were tuned to, as well; I thought that was why she came to my suite.

I didn't think she'd come asking for sex.

I swallow the lump in my throat. The more I allowed my thoughts to settle, the more hurt I felt. Aurelia has me wrapped around her finger and I wish, fuck, I pray, actually, for that to not be the case.

I am so deeply in love with this woman that it aches, it hurts so badly because now it's clear to me just how she feels.

More people are beginning to settle on the beach and I decide this is my cue to head back into the hotel before I get spotted. I was already having a shit morning and I wasn't in the mood for any paparazzi trying to sneak photos.

I make my way back through where I came from, exiting the beach and heading towards the street of the hotel. I'm grateful that it isn't as crowded as yet so I'm easily able to slip through the hotel's lobby and into the elevators.