A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 42

Aurora

I reread the messages to make sure it actually said what I thought. I titled my head to the side in confusion reading the name of the person again. Priscilla. I put the phone down on the couch facing upside down. I did not mean to invade his privacy, it isn't like I intended to read his messages. It just happened. I stood up from the couch just as Harry came back from the kitchen. "Where are you going?" He questions me.

"Bathroom." I hurried off upstairs before Harry had the chance to question me anymore. I went to my bedroom, closing and locking the door. I sat down on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths. He has a girlfriend. Of course he does. Is she who he's always busy texting whenever I am around? Thinking back to it now, she could've been who he was talking to when we went to the bookstore a few weeks back. I stood up from the bed going over to my desk. I opened the drawer taking out a photo album. I sat down on the chair, flipping through the pages. I stopped at a picture that I forget even existed. I ran my hand over the picture, my heart was aching. I closed the photo album putting it back in the drawer.

I stood up from the chair, leaving the room to go back downstairs. Harry was busy scrolling through Netflix to notice me. I sat down on the couch, waiting patiently as he picked a movie to watch. He turned to look at me with furrowed eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

We made eye contact, a wave of emotions hitting me suddenly. I turned away averting my attention to the television, "I'm fine." I reassured him. I felt Harry eyes still on me, I turned to look at him again. He stared at me, it seemed like he wasn't going to turn away any time soon, until he gave me a small nod that was. He clicked on a movie, placing the remote on the table. He moved around on the couch trying to find a comfortable position.

He looked at me once again. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but was very hesitant. "Do you want to cuddle?" I don't know what it was, but the way he asked was very beseech. Although I did enjoy cuddling with Harry the one time that we did, I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do anymore. He could have a possible girlfriend.

"No" Harry peered at me with wide eyes at my response. He nodded, quickly turning his head to face the television. Was I too harsh? It wasn't my intentions. I was just confused honestly. Why did he want to cuddle with me if he has a girlfriend? Maybe that isn't his girlfriend. Why would she call him baby then? I could be wrong. That could possibly be a friend of his. I shouldn't assume such things. The best thing to do would've been to ask Harry about it. I wasn't going to, but it would be best. I scooted closer to him. I laid my head on his shoulder closing my eyes. I didn't want to make him feel bad. Harry placed his hand around my neck moving me closer against his body.

My mind was clouded throughout the whole movie. I couldn't stop thinking back to what happened earlier. Also if Harry does have a girlfriend, why was he with me? I understand this is an arranged marriage and all, but if he has a girlfriend why would he agree to such a thing.

"I promised my mum I would do anything she wanted of me. I had to go through with it. I'd caused her enough pain. This was something she had her mind set on."

That was the first time Harry had opened up to me about our situation. I remember him saying that when we were out on the balcony. Maybe that is why he is doing this. It is why he was doing this. There was no maybe to it, he said so himself. To make his mother happy and grant her wishes.

Soon enough the movie had ended. Harry was fast asleep. I studied his features. He looked at peace, absolutely beautiful. I ran my hand across his cheek to feel if his skin was actually as soft as it looked. It was. I quickly wiped away the tears that had dropped my from eyes just incase Harry had woken up and seen me crying. I did not want him to see me crying. I wasn't ready for that. Especially not over him. Not that I was crying over him. I was crying over the fact that I'm basically being used. No one enjoys being used. It wasn't a fun experience. I left the living room, just as the front door opened. My mother came inside. She looked at me with a raised brow. "Are you crying Aurora?"

I faced my back to her shaking my head, "No mother."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. It's just allergies. I have to use the restroom." I hurried off upstairs in hopes to avoid any more interrogation from my mother. It isn't like she would care even if I told her what was bothering me. I actually went to the bathroom the second time around. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I pulled the scrunchies from my hair letting it fall down my back. I washed my face to get rid of any tear signs before going back downstairs. To my surprise, Harry was gone when I got back down.

My mother came from her bedroom, walking around me to sit on the couch "Harry had to go."