Addicted || H.S.

Chapter 35

January 2015, Miami - United States

Aurora Evans

We just turned back from our dinner, Harry and I now preparing the place for the party Niall is hosting tonight.

I wished we could stay cuddled up for the whole night and watch a movie, the thing we did made me feel so exhausted.

But god it was so much fun.

After we did it we joined the table like nothing happened, but of course they knew what was taking us so long. I felt so uncomfortable and gross when I realized they definitely knew what had happened, but Harry changed that thankfully.

He made sure I was comfortable the whole time and I wonder how he learned that. His hand rested on my knee the whole time, his arm embracing my bare shoulders. He was so confident with me, almost proud I'm his girlfriend. It felt good.

He always told me he left after he railed a girl against the bed wall.

Maybe he googled it.

Not long after the silence around the table, Louis started the conversation again and they didn't start asking questions.

I know Ruby will ask me about it tomorrow, but I want to tell all the details. I'm sure she has never experienced this before and she would be so jealous.

Since we did it, I feel a more mysterious relationship between us. It's more tense, in a good way, because we both know we're ready for everything.

I totally forgot we are having a party tonight, I'm not socially disturbed but if I can't prepare for people passing by I always get anxious. I always feel like that's just in me, so I just try to get over it. There's no point in seeking help anyway because people will come eventually.

But the thought of him distracts my anxious mind from spiraling. Sometimes my heart even aches because of loving him so much.

I never thought love could be so strong.

The reason why is because I've never got to experience this kind of love I'm getting, at the time I was so lost and busy with finding myself. I remember when I didn't believe in love, because no one gave me love except my family and Ruby. The love I share with them will always be different to Harry.

It feels like he's an Angel sent from above just for me.

When I worry too much and see his pretty green eyes, a feeling of relief washes over me.

I'm so in love with my pretty boy.

I already have an outfit in mind that I threw in my suitcase five minutes before we left, just to be sure. A pair of slightly oversized flared satin pants in the color beige and a black crop top.

It's somewhat basic, but still easy and fun for a party hopefully. Of course I will wear all my jewelry with it, but I wear that every day. I can't leave the house without jewelry.

My face is still very swollen but the bruises are slowly fading away. I look almost dead without make up on, it makes me feel so ugly and not enough. After the night happened I didn't take a lot of rest, I told myself to take it easy but since Niall loves to party a lot it's not working out like I wanted.

I let myself fall on the bed and watch Harry brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He jumped out of his suit because "it's too sweaty after we did babe", so now he's back again with black skinny jeans and an unbuttoned blouse. His butterfly tattoo almost sneaking out, chain resting on his beautiful skin.