Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Six.

Aria's pov;

I open the door to my apartment, exhausted both emotionally and physically. I drop my bag on my bed and plop down on it, looking at the ceiling blankly. I sigh and I catch a melody, coming from somewhere. I hear a sweet melody playing, reminding me of some song. It's not from in here, but it sounds really close. I get my jacket off and hear a small soft, vulnerable, male voice. My instincts tell me to go by the window, and my questions are answered. It's coming from Harry's apartment.

"Is that Blackbird by The Beatles?" I asked. Harry flinches and stops playing the guitar. He looks up at me mortified. His eyes look rather red, but I'm not going to be nosy. His hair is messy and he looks really tired. But I need to stop right here.

"Uh... I uhh yeah it is" He said.

"You play the guitar?" I asked, smiling a little.

"Apparently" He said. "I thought you were going to be late, I didn't mean for this to happen" He said and put his guitar away.

"Why, is it bad that I heard you? I'm actually really surprised in a positive way" I said.

"Not many people know, I would rather keep it to myself" He said.

"I think a talent like this one shouldn't be wasted" I said.

"Just act like it never happened. Next time I'll close my window" He said and sighed, running a hand through his messy brown curls.

"Okay..." I said, rather annoyed. Why wouldn't he want anyone to hear it, and me the most? Am I that annoying to him?

"So uh how was your date?" He asked.

"I guess good" I said. I won't bother telling him what happened since he is probably in no good mood, especially in no good mood to talk to me.

"Good" He said.

"Yeah"

"Yeah"

There is an awkward pause between us, as both of us have rejected each other to talk. He seems tired and sad, but the dim light might be deceiving me. He must be tired from all of the classes and the projects he has. Or girl drama, I have no idea.

"Good night" I said.

"Night" He said and I closed my window down, even closing my curtain. I'm freaking exhausted. I better sleep this disappointment off.

Next morning, it was Saturday. I woke up with a terrible headache and a terrible feeling in my gut that I couldn't quite decipher.

I drink a cup of coffee after I finally open my curtains and window again, to get fresh sun light and air in my lungs, to wake up. After I take a shower, I relax a little, contemplating on whether I will finish one of my projects for next week today or tomorrow.

I open my phone and scroll down my social media. Nothing really interesting pops up until I casually scoll down my Twitter timeline and see a couple of tweets from a Neels update account. Since he is a well known model, he has fans, yes. But nobody really knows about me that much, I haven't been around a lot and when I have, they haven't suspected me. I look at the pictures they have posted and I feel like my head has started to spin, suddenly.

I see pictures of Neels and this other model, she is beautiful, making me look like a trash can in front of her. They are hugging in some of them, holding hands and the last one I see catches my attention immediately. My heart is going crazy, I feel dizzy and I could throw up any time now. They... they are kissing. Casually kissing.

I throw my phone on my bed and I sit down on a chair, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "Oh my god" I said. "What the hell?" I talk to myself.