A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 52

Aurora

I leaned against the door, looking at Harry who was standing on the other side. I brought us back safely, thank the Gods. "I'm sorry about your tire."

"It's fine."

"Do you want to stay?"

"And do what?"

"I don't know, we can sit and enjoy each other's company I suppose. You don't have to if that isn't what you want." Harry nodded taking a step into the house. "Okay." We went up to my room, I unlocked the door, stopping mid way, surprised to see my mother sitting on my bed. How did she get in. She couldn't have possibly had a key to my room.

"Mother. What are you doing?" She looked up at me sternly. She stood up from the bed and walked over to my desk. "I am looking for a manila folder. Jane says she gave it to Harry to drop it off, but I can't seem to find it. Harry?"

"I have the folder. Couldn't you wait until I was back to get it? How did you even get in here?"

"I have a key."

"What? how?"

"I made a copy ages ago. Why should you have to keep things from me Aurora? I am your mother, I have a right to know everything that goes on in this house. Why do you still have this? I told you to get rid of it long ago Aurora. It is not healthy and it is unfair to your soon to be husband. Get rid of it before I do." She held up a circular black box that I had hidden in my closet. This seriously cannot be happening right now.

"You can't just go through my things Mother! This is my room and these are my private belongings, that is why I put a lock on my door in the first place. I can't believe you had a key this whole time and were snooping through my stuff!" I didn't want to cry, but I can feel the tears. Not because I was sad but because I was mad. I hated how emotional I always become in moments like these. How was anyone to take me seriously when I'm mad if I turn into a crying machine every time?

"This is my house Aurora. If you want privacy then move out. Believe me when I say this, as long as you're living here nothing is going to stay hidden from me. I pay bills not you. Now get rid of this nonsense. That chapter in your life is over and done with. It's time to move on." She threw the box on the floor, sending tiny piece of papers flying everywhere. She had ripped all of them up. I rushed over to the floor trying to pick up the pieces and put them back in the box.

"Why would you do this!" I shouted at her with tears in my eyes.

"He's gone Aurora and he's not coming back, get over it." She left the room, slamming the door after that. I continued to pick up the torn up pieces of paper from the floor while tears flowed down my face. I could barley breath as sobs overtook my body. How could she do this to me?

"Aurora." I shook my head at the sound of Harry's calm voice calling out my name. I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Please leave" It was barley audible, but I was hoping he had heard me. I didn't want Harry to see this side of me. I had never cried in front of him, it couldn't possibly be a pleasing sight to see. Harry's footsteps came closer. He crouched down onto the floor next to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder, I continued to pick up the paper not daring to make eye contact with him. He picked up pieces from the floor, I quickly stopped him.

"Just leave it."

"Let me help you."

"I don't need your help Harry. Just please go away, I want to be alone."

The door had opened, Harry and I turned to see my mother standing there with her hands on her hips. "That is no way to talk to your fiancé Aurora. Apologize right now." Harry stood up from the floor, walking over to her.

"Listen, you need to leave her alone. Haven't you caused enough damage? You claim to be her mother, but the way you treat her everyday is no way a mother should treat her child. She's an adult, she's capable of making her own decisions, she has the right to her own privacy and most of all she has the right to chose who she wants to spend the rest of her life with. She is a human being. You may be her mother but that doesn't give you the right to dehumanize her."

"You have no right to talk to me like this Harry Styles. What would your mother say? I think it's time for you to go." Harry stared her down once more before leaving the room. I wanted to stop him and tell him to stay, but I could barley bring myself to stand up. I felt weak.

"You're teaching him your ways I see. You should be ashamed of yourself." She slammed the door once again, not giving me the chance to reply. I sat down on the floor with my back pressed against the wall. I stared down at the box with my now ripped up notes. There was one that wasn't ripped. I took it out of the box, reading the words written in red ink. I smiled half heartedly, resting my head against the wall as I read and reread the note.

After a while I stood up from the floor. I dumped the box of ripped paper in the trash. There was no point in keeping it anymore. I opened my drawers taking out a photo album. I went to an empty slot, placing the only surviving note inside before putting the album back in the drawer and closing it.