What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 33

Aditi's POV

I get out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my chest. My hair dripping wet and I get goosebumps all over my body as the cold A/c air hits my body.

"Aditi?"

I jump back, surprised, grasping my towel as it loosens. Harry is sitting on my bed, his eyes widen, as he looks at me. I didn't expect him to be here. I was half expecting Salman to be back.

Why do I expect so much?

"Harry, what are you doing....." I ask him as he stands and walks towards me.

"What happened?" he asks, maintaining a little distance between us. His cheeks are a little pink and so are mine. The blood rushes to my cheeks as I realize that I am just in a towel.

"I'm fine Harry. Could you ...um...let me change?" I look at my bare feet.

I look up at him, he scratches the back of his neck and looks at his feet too, "Yeah." he clears his throat, "I'll wait outside." And with that he walks out of my room. I quickly grab on to my clothes, that I was wearing and put them on, stumbling a little.

I take a deep breath in before walking out. A part of me is glad that he is here. It shows that he truly cares. But a part of me doesn't want to see him. I know he will ask me questions, which I don't even know the answers to. I walk out of the room, his room, and see him sitting on the sofa. I clear my throat and he looks towards me. I tug my sleeves, feeling a little nervous as I sit on the single sofa chair, next to the sofa Harry's sitting on.

"Hi." he says.

"Hi."

"Are you...are you okay?" he asks skeptically with concern written all over his face.

"Harry...you shouldn't be here."

"Aditi, just answer the question."

"Yes, I'm fine." I lie.

"You're a bad liar."

I smile at him.

"Aditi, I'm really sorry." he sighs heavily. "I didn't know it would lead to this. I mean...I'm sorry. It's my fault." There's a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Harry, I'm to blame here, not you."

"Aditi..."

"Harry, stop."

"I didn't mean ..."

"For it to happen? Well guess what, it did." Emotions get the best of me. "Do you really want to know how I feel right now? Do you? I know, you must be thinking it's no big deal when nothing actually happened. We just slept, that's it."

"No, listen."

I cut him off, as I stand up, "No, you listen!" I start pacing in front of the coffee table.

"I'm not like the other girls, Harry. I don't change boyfriends with the changing seasons, I don't sleep around with no emotions, I don't go around breaking hearts. I am not like that!" I snap at him.

I take a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down. I look at Harry, who looks shocked at my little outburst. I know I shouldn't be telling him all this and that he didn't ask for all this.

I quietly sit down again and put my hands on my lap.

"I'm not like the other girls. I never had a boyfriend in school or even my first year of college. I was different, weird different. But Salman saw me for who I was and still accepted me. He loved the weird me, the awkward me, the shy me, the anxious me and still stayed." My throat tightens at the memories and my eyes burn.