Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 30

Part two..
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Warning: smut.

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"Come on Aurora, I don't have all day," Jackson huffed impatiently on the sidewalk.

"Tell me, Jackson, why did Harry punch you?" my face didn't betray an inch of emotion as I folded my arms across my chest and stepped closer to Jackson.

His hands balled into fists and his breathing staggered in anger. "I already told you. Whatever else that psycho told you, he's lying."

"Did you kiss another woman, Jax?" I bugged, questioning repetitively.

With clenched teeth, he yelled a simple 'no'.  "He is trying to manipulate you, Aurora. How can you not see that?"

"I think there were many things I couldn't see." now they were clear.

Turning on my heels, I faced away from Jackson, ready to walk away from whatever this was. I only halted after a few steps at his hot-headed yelling. "What does that even mean!?" he fumed.

I twisted my head, gazing at him from over my shoulder. "I'm breaking up with you Jackson. For good." and with that I left. I walked away with a feeling of relief.

On the drive back to the apartment, I questioned my choices. Why couldn't I try to see Harry's point of view for once? How could I have been so blinded? I took the easy route. Gone to where I knew was comfortable, where it is less complicated; Jackson and my mother.

I was so used to being the one who's always wrong, who kept messing up that I couldn't see the wood for the tree. The feeling was uncommon with Harry. He was something I wasn't used to— something new, something scary. And that scared me, a lot. All I knew was I felt comfortable with him. That I got excited every time we crossed paths. I didn't know what this feeling meant, and I knew I was too scared to find out.

I was scared of getting hurt.

Not even ten minutes after arriving to the apartment was I back in my car. After trying to call out Harry's name and not receiving an answer, I then tried his phone. No answer. So, I went with the next best thing— I called Louis.

After about three minutes of Louis flirting down the phone, did I finally make him give in and tell me where I could find his band mate. He had been lodging at Zayn's house the past couple of days.

"Hello..." Zayn trailed, surprised to see my at his front door.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Harry. I know he's here, Louis told me." I spoke hurriedly and impatiently as Zayn tried lying for his best friend. I didn't give him a second to respond before I was barging into his apartment with determination and anger to find the man of the hour.

"Styles!" walking into the living room was Harry himself, a look of confusion at all the yelling. "Why didn't you tell me?" I jabbed a finger at him.

"Tell you what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Styles. You know what I mean. You knew- you knew what Jackson did and still didn't have the balls to tell me. Why?"

"You went back to him, Aurora. You told me you wanted to give it another try." he reminded me, "And I didn't even think you would believe me. You've been acting like a damn wall since he fucking showed up" rolling his eyes.

"I'm the wall?" I scoffed, rhetorically. My heels clicked harshly against the floor beneath my feet as I made my way towards Harry, pushing my finger into his chest as I spoke, "You literally won't tell me anything. You're always blocking me out. You won't even tell me what's going through your mind, Harry!"