Aurora [H.S AU]

Chapter 44

I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass
I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass
Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back
So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass

Song: Broken Whiskey Glass, by Post Malone

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2019, October, 17th - Thursday | 1 am

Aster's P.O.V.:

I'm at my father's house, for his birthday dinner party.

For some reason I'm yet to understand, I decided to come tonight wearing very bright colors - high wasted vibrant orange mid skirt with a magenta silky turtleneck blouse. It looks like the outfits I used to wear when I was younger.

We're sitting around the table, Harry right by my side, my father in front of us. All I can hear are the soft whispers from people around us and the silverware cutting through the steaks, occasionally clicking against the porcelain plates. On the plate right in front of me, there's a sliced apple - dad forgot again about my food restrictions and there weren't any vegan options for dinner.

It's OK, though. I'll just need to order a vegan pizza or whatever when I get home. Won't be the first time after "having dinner" at my father's anyways.

"Hey, Bunny." Harry's voice calls me from my side, making me turn my head towards him. He is holding a bottle of wine with his eyebrows up and a charming smile on his lips. "Want some red?"

"Yeah, thank you, Harry." I over-pronounciate his name, trying to silently send him a message - do not call me Bunny in front of my father.

I mean, is he crazy? My dad is not supposed to know Harry and I are closer than we used to be when he first came back to New York. This can blow our cover completely.

Harry serves me a glass of red wine, a beautiful smile dancing on his lips as he watches me closely. I try to ignore it, taking a sip from the glass and letting the tasty wine fill my mouth and tastebuds. It is sweeter than I would usually drink, but surprisingly enough, I like it.

As I lower the glass back over the table, Harry's large hand meets my face, cupping my cheek, and carefully turns me towards him. My eyes widen with alert and surprise, eyebrows going up as I throw him a warning look.

"My dad is right over there!" I whisper-yell, shooting my hands up to take Harry's away from my face, but he is stronger than me and completely ignores my attempts to act normal in front of my father.

"You got a bit of wine here." Harry mumbles, stroking the pad of his thumb on the corner of my mouth, his touch immediately making me feel weak, the way his skin feels hot against mine making my mind go full blank out of a sudden. "Gosh... I can't resist you." He leans his face closer, eyes trained on mine in a way I simply can't look away.

My heart is beating incredibly fast and a little approving moan gets jagged in my throat the moment Harry locks his lips with mine. My mind gets dizzy and everything around us turns into white noise - the soft conversation and the clicking of silverware, it's all gone as I melt into Harry's lips, my fingers laced on his soft hair and softly tugging his roots.

His hand still cups my face delicately while the other one shoots up to my throat, but before his fingers can wrap around my neck in the way that drives me crazy, there's a loud noise echoing in the room, at the same time Harry's lips are ripped from mine, a warm and wet sensation all over my face.

I peel my eyes open, still a little dizzy from the kiss, but as I focus on what's happening right in front of me, a scream gets logged in my chest, my heart instantly breaking into a million little pieces. Harry is laying on the floor right in front of me, his eyes wide and staring blankly at nothing, a perfectly circular hole in the center of his forehead.