A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 33

Aurora

I began to get nervous as I thought about Harry meeting me here with Niall, Zayn and Odyssey. I left the bathroom to go back to the table. Niall, Zayn and Odyssey were stood up pushing in their chairs as I got there.

"Are we leaving?" I asked them

Odyssey nodded, "Yes, it's getting late." Odyssey grabbed her bag before they started to head for the door. She stopped to look back at me.

"Are you coming?" I couldn't leave. Harry was already on his way over here. I guess it is a good thing that they are leaving. I don't think I was ready for Harry to meet them, more like them to meet Harry really. It is not that I want to keep him a secret. I just didn't want too many people knowing about him just yet. Not until I really understand and accept our situation. I still didn't know how I felt about him so there was no need for Niall and Zayn to meet Harry.

"No." Odyssey walked over to me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes of course. I'm fine. Harry's on his way here. I think I am just going to wait for him."

Odyssey gave me a sly smile, "well have fun then. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye my love, I love you"

"I love you too, bye."  Once they had left I sat back down at the table, patently waiting for Harry. An hour had passed and I wasn't sure if he was coming or not anymore. It was getting pretty late. The sun had already gone down and I didn't have a car to get home. I let out a sigh, retrieving my phone from my pocket. It was currently seven thirty. I suppose I can wait a few more minutes.

As time passed by more I had come to conclusion that Harry was not coming. I scrolled through the messages from earlier today between the two of us. I let out a sigh. How can I be so naive? I knew I should've never let my guard down when it came to him.

"Excuse me miss, we are going to be closing in about five minutes, do you want me to call you a cab?" One of the workers stood over me, staring at me with sympathy. I shook my head no. I stood up from the seat and pushed it in. "No thank you, goodnight." 

He bid me a goodnight as well before I left out of the door. I zipped up my coat to shield myself from the harsh winter weather currently occurring in Boston. I stood outside for a few seconds, staring off into the distance until I decided to take a right and walk home. The walk was good for me. It helped me think then clear my mind. Once I got home I went straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower. I got out of the shower, going into my room only to be greeted by a loud banging noise on my window. There was only one person that it could be. I went to the window sliding it open. Harry didn't say a word as he stumbled into the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, laying down under the covers of my bed. I let out a sigh, deciding to just ignore it. I went to my closet to put on clothes.

I went over to my bed, laying down next to him. I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling. Why was he here? I didn't like the fact that he just came into my room without even thinking about it. He never asks me how I feel about him being in my room whenever he wanted to be. He always came through my window like it was normal. It was anything but. Especially after he stood me up earlier today.

"What is wrong?" Harry's voice sounded.

I continued to stare at the ceiling, "nothing."  Harry scotted closer to me, the strong smell of alcohol recking on him becoming even stronger. He laid on his stomach, laying his head on my stomach. I closed my eyes, breathing in and out. Why was he doing this? Making me feel a way I did not want to feel.

"I got drunk again" He murmured.

I nodded understandingly. "Why?" He let out a loud sigh. Harry lifted his head to look up at me. He stared at me with his red and pouffy eyes. He honestly looked so tired. Like he hasn't slept in a while. He moved up closer.

"Are you mad at me?" He questions.

"What for?" I had a feeling he was talking about for what happened today. I did not want to speak of that. It was embarrassing. I've never actually experienced being stood up before. Maybe I am just making a bigger deal out of this than it really is.

"I was coming, but then something came up. I'm sorry."

I brought my hand to the top of his head, running my fingers through his hair. I suppose that makes sense. "It's okay."

Harry let out a hum. "Tomorrow is Valentine's day."

That it was. I didn't even realize until he mentioned it. I wondered what his day plans were for tomorrow. Did he even celebrate Valentine's Day? Did he care about stuff like that? He probably did not, but as for me, I absolutely adored it. I thought long and hard about Valentine's Day as I continued to run my hands through Harry's hair. Suddenly he scooted even closer, making us now face to face. He stared at me quietly. His eyes moving down to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

Harry brought his hand up to my face, running his fingers on my cheeks. I turned my head brushing my cheek against his hand. I leaned up pressing my lips against his. Harry grabbed a hold of my face and crawled ontop of me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, melting into his lips. Suddenly the door to my room flew open. Harry quickly scattered away from me at the sound of my mother's gasps.

"Aurora!"