What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 80

"Here, take these blankets." Damon hands me two white blankets.

"Thanks." I mumble as my shaky hands take them.

"I can sleep on the couch. You don't have to." he says sympathetically.

"No, Damon. I will be fine on the couch. I've already become an uninvited guest." I shrug and attempt to smile but it feels like my lips don't know how to smile.

"No, you're not. You're welcome here, anytime." he smiles as he pulls me into a hug. The warmth of his body making me shudder. My body feels like it was left in the freezer for a very long time, with my teeth clattering, my hands and feet turned white with cold and my whole body shivering. I don't know why is it happening. And at the same time, my insides feel heavy. Like someone just placed stones in my heart, chest and stomach. My mind feels hazy and the whole time I feel like everything around me is spinning.

"I think two blankets won't be enough." Damon whispers as he pulls away, "Let me turn on the heater." he says as he walks away into a room.

I am currently in Damon's house. His house is quite fancy. But the thing I'm seeing the most are collages of tiny polaroids everywhere. It looks artistic with along with the LED lighting around them. Everything is mix-matched with the colour beige. The sofa, that I'm sitting on, the colour of the walls, the small carpet spread out in the living room, the coffee table. Everything ranging from dark beige, to light beige. The apartment is decorated well too. Some beautiful showpieces and vases are kept on the side tables. There is a glass cabinet on the far left wall, right next to the bedroom door and in it are many awards and trophies that are kept polished.

Damon was kind to let me stay here tonight. He was also kind enough to lent me one of his T-shirt and his workout shorts, which feel extremely comfortable. I don't think I can ever go back to Harry's place. I don't think I can ever see Harry at all. What he did was completely unforgivable. Harry had no faith in our relationship. If he did, he wouldn't have gone rushing to Kendall. Instead, he could have talked to me. Then again, she is giving him something that I haven't. And that is the main reason he was with me. Our entire relationship was a lie. People have been giving me the red lights about Harry and I have ignored them all, thinking what I feel for Harry and he feels for me, is real. But it all turned out to be lie. Everything has become a joke.

Tears stream down my already wet cheeks. I have been crying non-stop. I sit down on the comfy couch and wipe off the tears hurriedly.

I can't break myself like this. I have to be strong.

But again, he meant a lot to me. All the times he made me feel special. All the times that he stood up for me, all the time that he supported me.

All just a fucking lie.

"The heater is turned on. Might take a few minutes to get started. Want to watch something just to take your mind off of ....things?" he stutters as he shifts from one feet to the other.

"I think, I'll get some sleep." I say, my voice coming out hoarse.

"Sure, feel free to do whatever you want." he says kindly.

"Thanks, Damon....for tonight." I tell him and he nods his head with a smile.

"Good night, Aditi. Try to get some sleep." he says and turns around, walking over to his room.

I slowly lie back down in the couch, pulling the blankets up along. I take in a few deep breaths trying to calm my heart that is still beating frantically.

My mind not wanting to rest, thinks of all the possible scenarios. Things that happened and would've happened. What if I had barged into the room? Would Harry had given me an explanation? After asking me to leave, did Harry even bother going home to check if I was there or not? Or would he sleep with Kendall for the rest of the night?