In which a story about a girl whose life was nothing as she'd planned when having to live together with an arrogant renowned rockstar.
Aurora Winters, a career-oriented control freak is trying to adjust to her new life in New York City after being a...
I am halfway through reading 'icebreaker' and GUYSSS....
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Harry's POV
I stepped out through the sliding glass doors onto the balcony, the late-night air cool against my skin. The sounds of New York — car horns, distant sirens, a low hum of life — rose up from below. My mum stood there, arms crossed, a tall glass of water sitting on the table between us. "How long do you two intend on living together?" she asked, her tone deceptively casual. But I knew her well enough to hear the edge beneath it. She meant Aurora.
I shrugged. "Dunno. We've never talked about it."
"Harry, dear, maybe it's best for the both of you to go your separate ways. It often... complicates matters unnecessarily."
Her words lingered, heavy in the space between us. Would it be better if Aurora and I just... ended this? Whatever this even is?
I didn't answer. I just looked at her, trying to read what she wasn't saying.
She cleared her throat and reached for the glass, wrapping her fingers around it before handing it to me. "Anyway," she said, voice softer, "you should drink something. You work too hard. You need to stay hydrated if you want to sing."
I rolled my eyes faintly at her fussing but still took the glass. The cool rim touched my lips—
Then it was gone.
Slender, feminine fingers had plucked it from my hands.
"I'm thirsty," Aurora said, her voice flat but laced with something sharp. Something I couldn't quite name.
My mother's reaction was instant. "No!" The word cracked in the air, too forceful for what should've been a harmless gesture.
Aurora tilted her head, her gaze steady. "Something wrong?" she asked my mum — slow, deliberate, almost mocking.
My mother cleared her throat again, a nervous tick she never used to have. "No... that's just—It's Harry's water. You shouldn't drink from it."
"It's only water, Mrs. Styles." Aurora's tone was smooth but unyielding. "I'll just go get him a fresh glass. After all, my lips just touched this one."
She turned, disappearing into the kitchen with the glass in hand. My mum's eyes followed her, narrowing in a way that made my chest tighten.
They both knew something. Something I didn't.
And I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.
——— Aurora's POV
I'd managed to take the glass from Harry's hands. And just like I expected, his mum's reaction was immediate—too immediate. Now, in the kitchen, I held the tall glass up to the light. There, at the very bottom, was a small, nearly invisible plastic pill. Almost dissolved, but still enough for me to recognize it instantly.
