Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Fifty Two.

Aria's pov;

Dawn came along, and my eyes shot wide and woke. I yawned, crawling slowly out of bed. A weird feeling at the back of my mind, woke me up. A wash of sadness and mourning, a weird feeling to wake up with. After my cold shower and my cup of coffee, I was fully awake and those sentiments of sorrow were gone, but still lingering in my head now and then.

I made myself some decent breakfast along with my cup of coffee, preparing myself for the day. I knew this was going to be a long day and night, as I had decided to talk to Harry about Joel. We were going to argue and there is a possibility that he brings up our fall out about two weeks ago, with his decision to never talk to me again, which he has already been the one to break first.

My body, mind and heart seem to be having an internal battle to see who will be dominant whenever I am near him. My heart seems to want to forgive him for his freak out on me and let him speak to me for what ever he wants to say, because I can't hide the feelings I have for him anymore and I want to know how he feels as well. My mind is telling me to stop and ignore him, because that was what he originally wanted. It's telling me to let him go, because he can't make me say all those things about him and then break the promise. My body on the other hand, is doing nothing logical, because all that it is doing, is reacting to his touch or even only eye contact. It is taunting me and exhausting me, all it makes me want is to feel Harry's body against mine and the warmth and euphoria it provides to me.

This is just a damn mess that I can't seem to be able to control at all. No one has dominance in me, and it all comes out together, making me the one to show mixed signals.

When I walked out of my apartment building, there was no sign of Harry's black Range Rover parked. He must have gone to college earlier than usual, which is weird. Maybe he doesn't want to face me, since he knows when I leave my apartment to go to class. I brush that thought off my mind and place my helmet carefully on my head. I sit on my bike with my back pack on my back, and start the engine. The roar of the motorbike places a smile across my lips, at the familiar feeling. But now, this was me driving it and not my dad. My very own precious motorbike, to go wherever I want, whenever I want.

I was meeting Daniel outside of college, like every morning, since we had the same classes, and I had made sure to text him I was on my way. He has no idea that I'm going to have a ride to class, not to even mention my own. He just thinks that I am walking there, like always. He has offered to drive me many times with his convertible, but I always prefer the comfort of walking and breathing the fresh air. I like to walk around and observe the beautiful city. Not to mention, it's great exercise.

Speaking of that, I need to make a mental note to get a membership at a gym of some sort, or boxing center, because things don't seem to look up for Harry and I, and working out together just seems to complicate everything more. I have been seeing a significant change in both my body and mind every since Harry helped me build my confidence and trained me, giving me a good diet that I could use. He kept insisting that my body is fine the way it is, and that I don't need to change for anyone. But I'm doing this for myself. I'm choosing this to remind myself who I am, the Aria that loves to take care of herself and make herself feel happy by exercising and being healthy.

I found a parking spot right in front of college, where Daniel was standing and smirked to myself. He was clueless, looking around for me. I came to a stop and got off the bike, removing my helmet. I observed Daniel's reaction to seeing me get the helmet off, and his eyes were wide. He blinked and knitted his eyebrows together in concentration, trying to see if it is really me he is looking at. I laughed and walked up to him. "Good morning, Mr. Sharman"

"Pinch me" Were the first words that rolled out of his mouth.

I laughed lightly. "Why?"

"I need to know if what I just experienced is real" He said, earning yet another chuckled from me.