As It Was (h.s)

vii

If the stars were edible
And our hearts were never full
Could we live with just a taste?
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"Come in," he said, opening the door wider for me. "What's up?"

After the door shut behind me, I sat on Harry's couch. I had dropped my stuff at the door and felt tears welling in my eyes already. He followed, sitting down next to me.

"This is fucked up, Harry." I tell him, my palms meeting my eyes and rubbing them. "This doesn't make any sense."

"What doesn't make any sense?" He asks, he moves his hand slightly, but stops. Almost like his immediate reaction is to try and comfort me when he knows I'm upset.

"My feelings. Emotions. This shit going on inside my head." I start, sitting up to look at him. He looks the same as he did when he left me with my car not even an hour ago. His brows furrow like he doesn't completely understand.

"I don't fucking understand how it's possible, that despite the love I had for Cole when I married him, the love I had up until I called you a last week, could just seem to disappear at the sight of you." This time his eye brows shoot up in surprise.

"Aria..." he starts.

"Harry I want to do something I shouldn't do." I start, making eye contact with him. "And I need you to tell me if you think it's too terrible of a thing to do."

"I think it is." He says, knowing exactly what I'm talking about.

"Well I don't seem to give a fuck right now." Before I over think it, I'm leaning toward him. When my lips touch his the shockwaves of adrenaline rush through my body. The sparks and the butterflies and the amazing feelings that I haven't felt in so long before last night reappear.

When he pulls away, I'm upset. "Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Do I sound drunk?" I raise my eye brow as I say the words. "I'd have to down a shit ton to get drunk again like I was last night in the half an hour we didn't see each other."

He nods. "Okay." Then his lips are back on mine and the feeling is returned.

I've never had something that was so wrong feel so right in my life. I'd always sworn up and down I'd never ever cheat on anybody. But here I am. And what makes it worse is it isn't even a boyfriend I'm cheating on. I'm cheating on my husband. And the sad part is I don't seem to care.

But the problem is that I'm going to have to go back and see Cole at some point. I can't just leave him for Harry.

I pull away.

This time it's Harry who has the confused look on his face. "Harry, I'm going to play with your feelings." I say, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "You don't deserve it and it's fucked up that I have to but this whole situation is fucked up so I have no other choice. I'm giving you the chance to stop me before I do."

"Aria," Harry starts, his eyes shift to his lap and back up to meet my gaze. He pulls my left hand into his and his fingers touch my wedding ring. "I wouldn't care if you ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. I'd still be yours."

He slips the ring off my finger and sets it down on the coffee table. "With me, you'll always be Aria Towns." And then his lips met mine again.

I've never heard a sentence more true in my life.

His hands find my waist and he pulls me on top of his lap. I kiss him like it will be the last time I ever do because I honestly don't know if it's true or not. His tongue slides along my bottom lip asking for permission and I grant it without a second thought, letting him explore my mouth and my limits too.