As It Was (h.s)

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you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up
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Harry's POV
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When I pulled into my driveway, Aria was the first one out of the car. When I got out and followed behind her, I found her standing by my front door. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she had the sweetest smile on her face.

I couldn't get what she'd said earlier out of my mind.

Take me

Under any other circumstances, I would've in a heartbeat. I worry that because I know she feels this way, it will kill any chances I have of getting over her.

A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, right?

But Aria is too sweet. She wouldn't do that to Cole. She loves him at least a little bit considering she married him. So she wouldn't hurt him, even though she wants to.

Sometimes I hate how good of a person she is.

I put my key in the door and unlock it, pushing it open for Aria to walk in. When I close it, she takes me by surprise. As I turn around, she reaches for my belt and uses it to pull me closer to her, her lips meeting mine.

I'm surprised, but my natural instinct is to kiss her back. Her lips are soft and they taste like alcohol. Her touch is soothing and this feels like fucking home.

But it's wrong.

I pull away from her.

"Harry-" She whines, I cut her off though.

"Aria, you're drunk," I emphasize. "You're not gonna remember this in the morning, and if you do, you'll be pissed. At me? At yourself? I don't know. But I'd like to minimize the damage, okay? You know this is wrong."

"I don't care if it's wrong, Harry. I miss you." She whispers, her eyes starting to gloss over, but she hides her face, thinking I didn't notice.

"I miss you too." I whisper, but I'm not sure she can hear it. She stares at her feet, rocking back and fourth on them, she loses her balance, then catches herself.

"Come on, you need sleep. I'll give you clothes to wear." I say, my hand finding her's to pull her up the stairs with me. She stumbles at first and I pause, waiting for her balance to return, and then we're up the stairs.

I walk into my room to grab a t shirt and sweatpants for her to wear. "Wow," She says, when she walks into my room. "It looks the exact same."

I nod, shifting through my clothes. "Harry remember that one time when we played uno on your balcony at midnight?" She asked, a smile on her lips.

My lips quirke up at the memory. Screaming uno and laughing and kissing. The summer warmth of the night on our skin and the hazy feeling from the wine we'd been sipping on. She'd won that night, and I told her I was going to get her back for it.

I did.

But not with cards.

"Yeah, I remember that," I say, pulling a shirt down from the hanger. I throw it on the bed and turn my back to her, opening the drawer for my sweatpants. When I turn around, she'd slipped out of her dress and was trying to get the t-shirt over her head.

My eyes shoot to the floor, avoiding looking at her bare skin. My chest feels tight and I'm pretty sure I'm blushing. I set the sweatpants on my bed and walk out of the room. I walk downstairs and grab a snack from my fridge. I hadn't eaten much. I got to the club to drink myself away. I didn't realize Aria would be there, but I'm glad I saw her before I bought a drink.