Paris In The Rain [h.s]

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You guys have asked, so I have delivered. Be prepared for some long ass paragraphs and hopefully you enjoy the double update.

Enjoy :)

~Alex

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For the rest of the day, I stayed quiet, only talking when I was talked to. My mind was racing as I sink in my realization, thinking how impossible it was that I could even be in love with Harry. All of it seemed like it was too fast and I knew that it was and I hated myself for it, knowing how insane I must be.

My mom would tell me it's just infatuation and I would agree, telling myself that it's not love. Infatuation can always be misunderstood for love, but I've been in love before and this is what it feels like.

It's just infatuation, Aurora. You're not in love. I tell myself those same words every time I glance at him to see him smiling at me, the yellow dahlia in my hand sending me straight back to the thoughts of me being in love. If I deny it and push it down, that same dark and empty hole will open right back up and I'll be sucked down into it, pushing Harry away at the same time and I didn't want that to happen.

There have been couples who have fallen in love too early before, I know there has, but this seems a little too unrealistic. How can I go from not being sure if I'll ever fall in love again to being in love? None of it was adding up and I wonder what cruel game God was playing with me. It was just too fast. Way too fast.

As night falls, we head back to the rental house, my mind still racing just as fast, the same never-ending loop repeating in my brain. I could tell the boys knew something was wrong with me by the way they kept stealing glances at me, none of them saying anything, being too afraid to say the wrong thing. Honestly, there was nothing they could say or do to put my mind at ease. I was a lost cause now, drifting away in the wind as they stand around, helpless to do anything.

My mind had overtaken me, not letting my heart make the decisions as I thought only about the bad things, not the good. I was hoping a shower would ease the tension that had built up in my shoulders, but it didn't, only relieving a little bit of stress as I sat in my towel and stared at the wall. The water from my hair was cold as it dripped onto my shoulders, leaving me shivering but not wanting to move, feeling frozen in place.

A yellow dahlia was lying on the dresser next to my bed, its soft petals filled with color and life and I pick it up, running my fingers delicately along the petals. It was quite possibly the most beautiful dahlia I had ever seen, the aroma warming my heart. It reminded me a lot of Harry. So soft and delicate on the outside, looking so beautiful that you're drawn to it without even realizing it, wanting to hold it in your hands forever. On the inside, it was strong, giving it enough strength to keep on going and looking beautiful no matter how hard it might be. You couldn't help but be happy as you looked at it.

That's when I realized that being in love with Harry wasn't a bad thing. Sure, it may be way too fast and incredibly stupid, but I was in love and there was no denying it. Finding the good in things made life way less complicated and unpleasant, while always looking for the bad leads you down a road nobody wants to travel.

Love is love.

There were no arguments that could be made about that statement. Everyone has someone they love and they could all agree when someone says that love is love. Simply because it just is. Nothing could ever draw you closer to a person than love. Love made you see the person differently, helping you see all of their perfect flaws that they found imperfect, making you love them even more for who they really are rather than who they pretend to be.