AN: Oops. Hi guys. Sorry about the cliffhanger for the last chapter. Didn't realize it's been two weeks hehe my bad lolz :)
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~Alex
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"Maria."
What the fuck is this bitch doing here?
"Harry, I thought you two had gone back home early this morning?" Gemma asks frantically, darting her eyes between the both of us.
Maria was sitting beside Gemma at the kitchen island, shock and confusion written on her face. Michael and Anne looked like they wished the ground would just swallow them right then and there, the room remaining dead silent as we all had a staring contest.
"I thought I told you we were staying for an extra day so I could show Rory around," Harry says shortly and I turn slightly sideways to avert my eyes to him, "Plus, I'm pretty sure I informed you all I was fixing dinner for us before we leave tonight."
I feel everyone's eyes switching from between me and Maria, no one in the room quite sure how to handle this situation. Honestly, I wasn't sure how to handle anything either and I certainly wasn't sure how Harry was going to handle this.
Hearing Harry take a deep breath, he bends down to pick up the fallen groceries before resting them on the counter. He turns around and leans against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes lacking any type of emotion.
"Why are you here, Maria?" Harry asks calmly and I glance over at her.
"Gems invited me so we could see each other before she left for the honeymoon. In case you've forgotten, she's a dear friend of mine and the only reason why I didn't go to the wedding was because I didn't want to put you in this exact position," Maria answers him while a certain type of anger flashes through her eyes.
"I promise we didn't know you two were still here," Gemma speaks up and I hear Harry scoff under his breath.
I chew on the inside of my lip as I fiddle nervously with my hands, not sure who to look at or what to say. Michael and I make eye contact and he gives me a frantic look, his knowledge of the truth clearly eating him alive as he kept his distance from Maria.
Harry loudly clears his throat and I look at him again, seeing he was already looking at me, "Can I speak to you for a second, Aurora?"
"Mhm," I nod my head while I swallow thickly, watching Harry as he takes my hand in his and leads us out of the kitchen.
He pulls me behind him and into the living room, feeling everyone's eyes burning holes into the back of my head as we leave the tension-filled room. Once we're safely out of earshot, Harry rounds on me, his eyes frantically searching mine.
"Harry, listen I-"
"Do you want to leave? We can go upstairs and pack our bags right now," he cuts me off while resting the palm of his hand against my cheek, "or I can ask her to leave. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
I smile lovingly at him, placing my hand over his as I stare into his worried eyes, "What I was going to say before you cut me off was...I don't mind that she's here."
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