Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 31

"Who was that? And why did we leave her there?" I questioned Harry.

Harry took no interest in her pleas as soon as the mystery woman started to speak. He simply slid his fingers between mine in a clamped grasp, pulling me along and leaving the woman behind.

At the rejection, I caught a glimpse of the woman lowering her stare to the floor in sadness and defeat. My heart twisted inside my chest.

"That was nobody."

"But you know her," I state rather than question.

"Let's not talk about her, okay?" his eyes closed, his lips parting to release a sigh.

"Didn't we just have this 'wall' talk?" my brows furrow, reminding him in a courteous manner.

"I'm not being a wall." he rolled his eyes, "It's just nothing important."

I pause, allowing the silence to fill the void.

"It is to me," I finally speak. Nothing above a quiet whisper as I confess.

Harry sighs defeatedly, pausing as he gathered his thoughts. "That was my mum." he finally spoke.

My eyes widen. Any thought of words that came to my head vanished, causing me to stumble of my wording. "Wha- then why did we leave?"

"She and I are not on good terms, to put it lightly." folding his arms, he shrugged. "We haven't talked to each other in a long time."

"Why?"

"It's complicated."

"We have time."

Harry only smirked at me, an idea popping into his head as he stepped closer, "Didn't we just make up? Let's not talk about my mum, shall we?" his head dips to lean besides me, his lips cupping my ear, "There are other things we can do instead."

I ignore the jump in not only my chest but between my legs at his silky tone. Resting a hand on his chest, I push him away from me. "Harry don't dodge the subject. You can talk to me, maybe I'll understand—I don't have the best relationship with my mother either."

He simply shook his head, "This is different, Aurora. She's... different."

I nodded. Besides his mother looking utterly sad seeing Harry, I knew of all people how mothers could be. What they were capable of doing. Even to their own children. But that didn't mean I felt better about the situation. I wish he would've relied on me—Actually wanting to talk to me about it.

The more I saw Harry suppressing his feelings the more I knew how shockingly deep they were hidden inside of him.

-

For the past few days, Harry and I's relationship was stood in a still stand. Ever since our heated moment at Zayn's apartment, things have barely changed. One change I couldn't exactly count as negative would be Harry being more physically forward towards me.

As much as I tried to put up a front, I couldn't fool Harry for too long. Despite trying to seem like his sudden forwardness annoyed me, I didn't care to mind.

In Harry's mind, I knew it was something just "physical" for him.

But was it for me?

Since the night of bumping into Harry's mother, we haven't spoken a word of her since. Whenever I tried to mention it, he would immediately change topic. It became pretty clear, very quickly, that Harry wasn't ready to talk to me about his family issues.

I'd be lying if I didn't say a part of me was hurt at his inability to trust me enough. But, then again, who was I to judge? I couldn't bring myself to speak about my own mother with him too.