Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Seventeen.

Aria's pov;

We get in our room and I throw my bag on the bed and get my shoes off.

"You have no right to be mad about this, Aria" Harry told me.

"No right? Really? It was awful of both of you to lie to me about such a simple thing!" I looked at him in the eyes.

"Exactly, one simple thing. I don't even understand why it bothers you!" He said.

"It just does! Jesy and I have been close for months now!" I said.

"This is between Jesy and I only. You might be close, but maybe not close enough for that" He said.

"And you. You didn't say a word either!"

"Why Aria? Why? Why should I? What am I to you, what are you to me and what the fuck are we that I'm going to tell you every piece of my story?!" He yelled at me.

"You know what? Good thing we already agreed on you sleeping on the couch, now I'm only going to have to put up with your existence. Because I would never be able to sleep next to somebody who is dishonest and hurtful towards me! Never" I said. Never again...

He looks at me in the eyes with anger, hatred, breathing heavily. His chest moves up and down and his hands are balled into fists. He shakes his head and turns around. He takes a pair of sweatpants out of his suitcase and goes to the bathroom. He comes back out with only the sweatpants on, shirtless, his hair all over the place. He must have run his fingers through them many times.

I sigh as he takes a pillow and a blanket and lays them down on the couch. He lays on it with his arms crossed behind his head, staring at the ceiling. I know his eyes are not closed. How can I not notice those honest vibrant emerald eyes shining, as the moonlight falls on them?

I make my own way into the bathroom and change into a silk pajama dress with lace. I get back out and make my way to the bed. I lay down myself, trying to get some sleep. Even if I close my eyes for hours, I can't seem to fall asleep. Last time I checked the clock, it was 1am. When I opened them again, after moments and moments of shifting on the huge bed, I see it is 03:30 in the morning. I haven't slept a decent second. I sigh and fully open my eyes, looking at the ceiling. Harry is on the same position he was when I last observed him.

"Harry?"

Nothing.

"Are you awake?"

The moment I close my eyes, after my disappointment, I hear a slight sigh and it is not from myself. He's awake. If he is awake, why isn't he speaking to me? Is what I said that wrong? Does he hate me that much? Am I that mean? God, he hates me. Why did I say all that, why did I get so angry over nothing? Why am I like this? Will I ever fix it...?

I wake up from a few muffled sounds, the sound of two voices and a door closing. I shift in my position and slowly open my eyes. I rub my eyes with my fists to adjust to the morning light and look around. Harry is not at the door anymore. I feel a light breeze, the window is open. I stand up and put my slippers on, making my way to the balcony, leaning against the door, with my arms crossed in front of my chest.

I never realized how amazing the view from our room is. The ocean is truly breathtaking and the city itself is just beautiful. You can see every part of it, the center and the outskirts, where all the green is, where the water is crystal clear.

"It's perfect, right?"

"It is" I smile a little. I look over to the table in front of me, and there is breakfast laid out on it.

"Jesy texted me, they suggested we all got breakfast together, but you were still sleeping, so I thought it would be better if you got to rest" He said.