Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 32

"I'm Enzo."

"Aurora." I replied to the stranger now known as 'Enzo'.

Enzo gives me a faint smile, testing my name on his lips before asking, "What are you doing here? Are you a musician?"

Immediately, I shook my head. "Goodness no. I'm just here with other musicians."

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, nodding.

"And yourself?" I ask.

A foreign look of hurt appears of his face. "You know, it kind of hurts that you have to even ask. My band is doing pretty well nowadays."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I- I don't really get to listen to music."

Enzo squints his eyes quizzed.
"But you hand out with musicians?"

"It's complicated."

Opening his mouth to reply, Enzo was quick to snap it shut at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Aurora?!"

Looking over my shoulder, I see Harry approaching.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Just talking to someone. He-" as I turn to introduce the two, it was then I realised Enzo had disappeared.

Strange.

-

Band practice soon came to an end and Harry was driving up back home. I took a moment to relax in Harry's expensive vehicle. It was only then I realised how comfortable his car actually was and how comfortable Harry's driving is.

I could see a glimmer of something in the pool of his emerald eyes each time he sped up even just a little.

Only, I didn't know if it was a good or bad.

We shortly arrived to our apartment, parting ways and getting changed into a more comfortable and relaxed attire. As I entered the kitchen, I was met with the sight of Harry and ingredients across the counter tops.

Instead of helping I opted for the vacant stool and watched as he busied himself. Surprisingly, I found it to be quite soothing.

"You know, you could have helped me." Harry looks over his shoulder, breaking the comfortable and longing silence.

I hum, "and miss this sight? I could never." my tone playful.

Harry looks back in front, chuckling as he does so.

"You know," I start, "out of all the things you do, cooking looks the best on you."

I rest head on the palm of my hand when Harry turned to look at me with an amusement look.

"Especially when it's for you, right?"

"Mhm"

"I'm hurt, Snowflake." Pouting, Harry rests a hand over his chest to exaggerate his fake sadness. "I thought there was at least one other activity that made me look even better."

I push down the raging blush that threatens to expose me.

"I don't know what you mean."

Harry smirks, "want me to remind you?"

I squint, crossing my arms over my chest. "No thank you."