Italy In The Spring [h.s]

12

Aurora's P.O.V

This is what I'm talking about.

Peace and quiet. No worries. No one around to nag me about the little things. Just me sitting outside in a garden reading a book without any distractions-

"What the fuck," I groan, the buzzing of my phone going off in my pocket pulling me from my fictional world. I choose to ignore it, tuning it out and figuring it's just Timmy wondering where he put his socks. He'll find them soon enough.

But as soon as my phone stops ringing, it starts again immediately after.

I dig it out of my pocket and angrily tap the answer button, "What?"

"Aurora, you need to come back. Now," Louis says quickly, hints of panic and anger laced into his voice.

I sit up straighter and snap my book shut, "What happened?"

"I'll tell you everything when you get here," his voice is rushed and I hear a commotion going on in the background. "Just get here as fast as you can." He hangs up without another word and I'm left staring aimlessly in front of me with a thousand thoughts circling my mind as to what could've happened in the five hours I've been gone.

"Fuck!" I yell and throw my book across the garden.

It's all a blur as I grab my suitcase that I haven't even unpacked yet and call for a cab. The hotel Louis booked for me is around two hours away and it feels like too much. I knew leaving was a bad idea. Leaving those men to themselves was a bad idea on its own.

"God, I swear if one of them is halfway dead, I'll kill all of them," I mutter under my breath as I throw myself into the cab, rattling off the address to the driver who widens his eyes in surprise. "I'll pay you double, just go," I snap and slam the door behind me.

He gives me a frightened look in the mirror before speeding off, my mood dampened now that I'm not going to be able to get my week off.

I text Timmy, asking him if he's okay, but never get a response even thirty minutes later. I even text Liam and he doesn't respond either. God, what the fuck happened? It had to be something bad for Louis to call me. Especially since he was the one who sent me away in the first place. He wouldn't call me and tell me to come back unless it was completely necessary.

An hour into the drive, I've still yet to hear from Timmy or Liam. I would text Harry, but I don't have his number in my phone anymore. Louis probably wouldn't answer me if I texted anyway.

This car ride is excruciatingly long, and I still have thirty minutes left. My foot taps anxiously on the floor and I keep shifting in my seat, checking the time on my phone, and watching the sky darken outside.

My mind drifts to the conversation I had with Harry last night and our hypothetical life together. It had been exactly how I imagined a life with Harry would've looked like. Everything perfect and exactly how it should be. Me with my garden and him with his art studio. Two kids and a house we built ourselves. And fuck, when he said our meadow. A meadow he had once seen as his own, but now sees as ours.

"Is this the place?" The driver breaks me out of my thoughts and I zone back in to see that he's parked in front of the house.

"Yes, thank you," I breathe and dig some money out of my wallet, throwing it at him while hurriedly grabbing my things and running towards the door.

It's not locked when I twist the knob and I practically tumble inside, immediately spotting Liam standing in front of Timmy who has his back turned to me. Just as I open my mouth to say something, Harry comes walking through the doorway and immediately locks his eyes on me. I gasp and cover my hands with my mouth, taking in the cuts on his lip and eyebrow, a black eye already blossoming across his right eye.