TROUBLE

Chapter 58 "Black holes and Goldfish"

 

(Aubri’s POV)

The sun was shooting down on my eyelids, slapping me out of my sleep. I groaned and reached for Harry to use him as a shield, but my hand only ended up grabbing a handful of sheets. My eyes fluttered open to see the bed empty. I stared at the sheets in my hand, thinking about how it’d feel for it to be Harry’s shirt bundled up in my hand instead. He’d probably pull me closer to help get me to sleep faster, or run his fingers through my hair, because he knows I like when he plays with my hair. I’d ask him if we could lie in bed all day, and he’d say no because I have to go to work, but he still wouldn’t move for another twenty minutes. We would talk about how we should have lunch with his parents one day, or hang out with his sister.

Wait, actually he said that last night. He was here and he told me that.

I sat up too quickly causing my head to throb. My whole body was aching, even my toes and fingers, but that’s the last thing on my mind. Harry is back; that’s all I care about. 

But where is he? I ripped the covers off my legs, flinching at the cold air, before rushing towards the door. I didn’t get there very quickly considering my muscles were sore and my vision was still a little blurry. I gripped onto the doorframe once I got there, trying to collect myself before I went downstairs to look for him. Before I could step out of my room..Al appeared in the door way with two mugs in her hands.

“You’re awake!” She smiled. “How are you feeling?” I stared at her. If Harry was back, Zayn would be back too, right? So wouldn’t she be all jumpy and happy? Wouldn’t she be at her own house?

I sighed and closed my eyes; it was just another dream. Harry wasn’t here. My brain was just fucking with me, again.

Al must’ve noticed me internally crumbling in front of her. “Aubri, you okay?” Al questioned, growing concerned.

“He’s not here is he…”

She looked down at the mugs in her hands, “No.”

“Was he…was he here last night?”

She shook her head, “I think you had another dream.” she said softly, still not looking at me. “I’m sorry, love.”  I grabbed a mug out of her hand and walked over to sit on the edge of my bed. “I…I talked to him though…”

I perked up a little, “Is he okay?”

“Yeah…he told me he has something to tell you when he gets back…and that he loves you,” she smiled. I deflated again, looking away from her. Now she’s just trying to make me feel better. Harry would not have said that; he doesn’t even say it in my dreams. So why would he tell someone else over the phone?

“You’re lying.” I mumbled.

“He does!”

“Is that why he left me here?”

She let out a long sigh before responding, “They left us all, Aubri. We can’t just mope around though. They’re gonna be back.” I sipped my hot chocolate, blatantly telling her I thought she was lying. “Aren’t you tired of being upset and broken, Aubri?” I am. “Harry may be great, but you can’t cry everyday just because he’s not here. Get a hobby or something! Get some fresh air! You’re going to make it.”

I frowned at how right she was. I’ve been moping around and crying just because my boyfriend wasn’t here. Since when was I so depended on Harry that I can’t even get out of bed? I shouldn’t let the fact that he’s gone stop me from living. And it seems like each day that passes the less chance there is of him coming back, so I might as well get used to him being gone, right?