Aurora [H.S AU]

Chapter 58

I refuse to remain in regrets
To pander like a slave to your wants
No contrition from me will you get
No submission to dilettantes
I've existed too long in secrets
I have lived like a man confined
Epicene and elaborate
Fatalistic and resigned

song: B3, by Placebo

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Aster's P.O.V.'s:

For some heavenly reason, I ended up calling an Uber instead of just leaving in my car. My heart raced all the way to Harry's apartment, the antsy feeling in the pit of my stomach so intense I still can't figure out if it was only worry about him or also worry about myself, leaving the house without anyone to escort me.

Well, honestly, it was only about Harry. I didn't care enough about myself to put shoes on, let alone think about being kidnapped or whatever it is that people who are following me want to. The possibility didn't even go through my mind.

But nothing happened and I arrived at his apartment complex safe and sound. Harry had me permanently cleared a couple of weeks ago, after the night we were followed and I became completely unable to sleep by myself. The people at the concierge even smiled at me, wishing Goodnight, Bunny as I ran through the entrance hall straight to the elevator - usually it would make me smile to hear these strangers calling me "Bunny", because that's how they always hear Harry referring to me, but not tonight. Tonight my mind was in a completely different syntony.

I was shaking so much it took me three tries to get his penthouse passcode right in the elevator, but after what felt like ages I managed to do it, so anxious I couldn't stop walking around the elevator, feeling enclosured on the tiny space, my heart beating so fast I could feel it in my throat, and to each time the elevator chimed in other levels I cursed to myself, not even worrying about keeping my voice down, for once in my entire life not giving a fuck about what people thought about me - which is something, considering I was barefoot, and only wearing a heavy black coat over my unicorn pyjamas.

By the time the elevator chimed in Harry's penthouse, I was positively losing my mind. I bursted through the front door, looking around as I expected to see something, anything that could give me a clue of what happened, but nothing seemed out of place. I closed the door behind me with a thud, not even stopping to take off my coat as I ran to the stairs, and before I could reach for the top I heard steps coming towards me.

I always love to see Rickie but this time it was a real disappointment.

"Cupcake, you were fast." He whispered, keeping his voice as low as possible, stepping down on the stairs to get closer. "Where are your shoes?" He frowned.

"Not important. Where's him?" I asked urgently, trying to walk past Rickie but he barricates the stairs with his tall body, not letting me go ahead. "Rickie!"

"He is in his room, he is sleeping now." Rickie rested his large hands on my shoulders, frowning as he looked deep into my eyes. "I just need you to be aware he is not looking good, but he is going to be OK. Don't want you to freak out."

"Rickie you're really scaring me. Just let me go there, please." I pleaded, raising my hands to rest them on his large chest. "Please." I was on the brink of bursting into tears, and if Rickie kept doing that I would definitely start sobbing in no time.

Rickie pressed his lips to a thin line, sighing. "What's the point of texting me if you don't want me to get close to him?" I tried reasoning with him, actually starting to get a bit angry.