Destined To Be

Chapter 20

I can't believe it.

I'm back with Aditi.

I wanna jump up in the air, sing my heart out and dance.

I'm so fucking happy that I didn't even sleep properly last night. Like a crazy ass person, I'm been watching Aditi sleep, on my bed, next to me. The rays of sunlight falling down on her sexy body. She's sleeping facing me, her mouth is slightly parted as she snores quietly. The covers come over her thighs, and the t-shirt she was wearing has slipped over her hips. The gorgeous curve of it driving me crazy.

Somehow, just looking at her, I feel at peace. The feeling is absolute bliss.

Yes, I should be mad at her for what she did to me. Yes, the thought does make me angry. But I can understand what she has gone through and what she has been going through.

Zayn broke up with Perrie, after he recovered from the shot. Aditi went through a horrific situation, where she saw people die. She keeps referring to herself as a burden. She even called herself a murdered.

I should have been more patient. And instead of letting it go, I should have fought for her. I can't blame her, I guess even I would have gone through the same.

"I can see you staring at me." Aditi mutters, with her eyes closed, making me chuckle.

"Well, it's your fault cause your so damn beautiful." I say softly as I rest my head on my hand as I shift up on my elbow.

"Harry." she gives me an bashful smile.

"Please tell me you remember what happened last night and the night before." I ask longingly.

She nods her head, a small patch of pink appearing on her cheeks.

"I can't believe we had sex in the kitchen." she giggles.

"Oh, we're gonna have it in a lot more places. I've got a long list in my mind." I say, smirking and her eyes go wide.

"You're joking." she scoffs.

"I'm not. We'll do it in the car, the balcony, the roof, the dining table, on a plane..."

"Wait... On a plane?" shes asks in shock as she jolts, sitting up straight.

"Yeah." I chuckle, sitting up straight too.

"How?" she asks, raising her eyebrows, a look of total confusion on her face.

I try my best not to burst out laughing, "In the bathroom or on the seat itself." I explain.

"On the seat?" she gapes and I bite my lips, to hide my smile.

"Yeah, you know hand stuff. Hand job, fingering.." I say and she shakes her head and covers her face with her hands.

I laugh and grab her by her waist. She laughs as I lift her off and make her sit on my laps, her legs on either side of my thighs. She rests her hands on my bare shoulders, it feels like ice on fire. Her laugh slowly dies down into a smile. She big brown eyes staring at me. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders, looking amazing in the sunlight.

"Don't ever leave me." I mutter as I pull her closer.

Her expressions soften, "I won't." she says with a small smile.

"And I'm sorry about everything..."

But I cut her off, "Aditi, you don't.."

"No." she stops me, "I need to explain myself, Harry." she says as she holds my face.

I nod my head and run her arms, up and down as I urge her to go on.

She takes a deep breath in, "When the whole thing happened..." she huffs, "I wasn't myself. It was like my mind had become my enemy and I started thinking the worst possible things. Seeing everything that happened... My own sister..." her voice cracks.