Aurora [H.S AU]

Chapter 68

So come on and take a shot, you just can't get enough
Don't let the fact that you know nothing's stop, you're talking now
'Cause when all is said and done, my name's still on your tongue
But tell me, why you gotta kick me when I'm down?
You better pray I don't get up this time around
And why you tryna put me in the ground?

Song: why you gotta kick me when I'm down?, by Bring Me The Horizon

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2020, January 29th, Wednesday | 2:45am

Aster's P.O.V.:

Headache.

That's the first thing I notice when I slowly come back to conscience - how badly my head is hurting.

Which doesn't even make sense, considering I didn't even drink that much at Pandemonium. And why the fuck is this bed so damn uncomfortable? The last thing I remember from tonight is entering Enzo's to buy us pizza, so I'm guessing Harry and I head straight back home and I simply passed out on the couch.

You would think he'd be enough of a gentleman and take me to bed, right? I mean, we just had a threesome, for fucks sake.

"Harry..." I mumble under my breath, clenching my teeth as I realize how fucking cold I am, even though I'm still wearing his coat. "Harryyyy..." I whine out again, brushing my fingers against my eyes as I try to properly wake up.

Ugh, why does my head hurt this much? It's been years since I've last had a migraine like this.

I'm even a little dizzy because of it, and honestly, a bit angry that Harry hasn't appeared yet, I mean, where the hell is he?

Once I finally manage to open my eyes, I try to sit on the couch, only to realize it's not a couch, but what appears to be a thin mattress on the floor. Why does it---

A shiver of pure panic runs down my spine as my pupils get used to the darkness around me and I see that I'm not at Harry's apartment. For a moment, a scream gets lodged in my chest, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up while I take in everything around me.

It's a dark room, not very large and so stinky. It smells like mold and humidity, the air cold and somehow dense. Besides the thin mattress I was laying on, there's only an empty bucket at a corner and a black door across from it. The silence is heavy and intimidating, only being broken by the sound of water dripping somewhere in the dark.

I snap my hand up, sticking my fingers within the roots of my hair and immediately realize a wet spot, exactly where the intense pain is radiating from. Bringing my hand down, I yelp when I see the thick, deep red liquid staining my fingers - blood. My own blood. At this point my heart is racing so fucking much I'm starting to pant, my chest rising and falling fast as pure panic fills my lungs and veins.

Where the fuck am I?

I can't even remember how I got here - the last thing I do remember is going to the pizza place, while Harry was waiting for me in the car. Harry! Oh my God, what if something happened to him? What if he's hurt too?

The despair of not knowing where he could be prompts me to stand up, and as soon as I'm on my feet I almost fall back, getting so dizzy I think I might vomit. I palm the humid wall next to me, trying to balance myself, my eyes running around the room as I try to find something, anything I haven't noticed before, but there's nothing.

Taking a deep breath, I let go of the wall, hugging my own body and trying to warm up a little bit. I'm still wearing the dress and heels I chose to go to Pandemonium with, Harry's big overcoat still covering my shoulders - at least it smells like him, but although it would calm me down in any other circumstance, right now it doesn't do the trick.