Hidden Girl

38- Winnie the Pooh

Aurora's POV

I wake on the floor with my neck hurting. I finally lug myself off the floor and change. Since I don't plan on leaving the house and I only live with Mom, I change into a sports bra and sweatpants. I've been too lazy recently to even try to look nice. My mom knows about the scars and she doesn't freak out when I show them.

 I throw my hair into a messy bun and walk down the hall to the kitchen. My eyes open wide at the sight in front of me and I lose my breath.

"Hi, Aurora," Sebastian says with a weak smile as he stands there in my kitchen, flipping pancakes, without a shirt on.

I don't bother questioning it and I run into Sebastian open arms. He picks me up around the waist and spins me in circles. I dig my head into his shoulder. I could care less why he's here. I just care that he's here.

"I had the weekend off, and I decided I'd rather head to London than New York City," Sebastian says as he holds me against his body, not risking to let me go.

"But you have a date with Azalea!" I exclaim with a laugh. It's so strange to hear myself laugh. The last time I laughed was when I was with Alex, and that was at least a month ago. I've lost count. It feels like forever.

"She has Alex," he says. "You don't have anyone. Someone needed to physically check up on you."

"I'm fine." I smile as we finally release each other. Sebastian holds me at arms length and looks at me.

"No you're not," Sebastian says as he looks into my eyes. He looks so broken.

"I swear that I'm fine," I get out with a light laugh.

"You can't hide the tear stains on your face," he says so quietly.

"It was just a long night," I reply faintly. I walk away and hop up onto the bar stool that's next to the counter. Sebastian looks at me for a second before he goes back to flipping pancakes.

"I can tell . . ." he says quietly to himself.

"I thought we could maybe walk around London today?" he asks after a couple minutes of silence as he puts a plate with two pancakes in front of me.

...---...

After visiting Big Ben and seeing Buckingham Palace, we head to an outdoor cafe.

"Oh so us boys missed being in the High Fliers, and actually we are all back in New York at different colleges, well except me since I'm still in Spain, but I'll be heading over as soon as I can to transfer," he says as he takes a bite out of his sandwich. "And the guys all miss you."

"I'm sure they do." I sigh as I lean back in my chair. They've already moved on. It's fine. "Its good that the band's getting back together."

"They do miss you. Alex especially obviously," Sebastian reassures me. My heart leaps at his name. "Alex comes to Azalea's house everyday. He sits in your art room and blares some playlist. He listens to it all the time."

He listens to my playlist.

I put it on his phone when I knew I was going to leave. I didn't expect him to ever listen to it. He didn't seem to like my music taste, but when I went on his iPhone to make it, he had bought every song I have ever loved, told him about, or sang.

"He'll move on," I say with a weak smile at him. "Don't worry."

Sebastian's eyes darken at my words and he rubs his eyes as if he is suddenly exhausted.

"He will never move on from you," Sebastian says quietly.

"He will." I abruptly stand up. "You people need to stop pretending that he actually likes me that much! I was just a phase for him! He will move on!"

I look around to see that everyone has officially seen my outburst. With a shutter, I grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder, getting ready to walk away from Sebastian.

I turn around and take two steps before Sebastian stands up too and decides to address the entire situation.

"Is it just a phase to listen to a playlist, that you made, all the time?" Sebastian questions as I feel like the whole London population is staring at our argument.  "Is it a phase, when having a rough night, to sleep in your ex-friend's bed because it still smells like her and reminds you of those nights where you got to hold her? What about to constantly beg your friend on updates, just to make sure that she's doing okay? To call her twice a day, and sometimes just to hear her voice? Now tell me those are all just phases."

"He doesn't love me, okay? Just please listen for once!" I plea to Sebastian. "He doesn't love me like that! He just cares about me, but I can't let him do that either."

"And why is that?"

"Because I drag him down!" I exclaim in a loud voice that I didn't know I had. "He's helped me so much, but I'm so clingy that I just needed to let him go! I needed to stop obsessing over the idea that maybe we could be more, when we can't. I was never made to be loved, Bass. I was made to love and have my heart broken though. I'm sorry . . ."

I turn around and run in the direction of the apartment, hoping to leave Sebastian behind and hopefully all of the memories of Alex with him.

Tears begin to run down my cheeks as memories of Alex come crashing down, no matter how hard I try to leave them behind. I have great trouble breathing, and then I feel two arms encircle my waist, stopping me from going any further. The strong arms pull me against his chest and I breath in the smell of Sebastian.

"We love you so much, Aurora," Sebastian whispers in my ear as he holds me against him and I wrap my arms around him. "Love doesn't always need to mean I want to kiss you. Winnie the Pooh thinks when some people care too much it's called love."

"That was beautiful," I get out with a laugh and Sebastian laughs too. "Only you would quote Winnie the Pooh in a time like this."

"I would." Sebastian smiles down at me. "How about we go back to your place? There's something I want to show you."

I simply nod my head and we head off down the streets of London together, hand in hand.

I wonder that if Alex and I ever saw each other again and became close, if we would ever walk down a street just like this; just how we used to.

A/N

Feelings on them being apart? I think Aurora is just so broken right now . . .

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