Addicted || H.S.

Chapter 4

December 2014, Colorado - United States

Aurora Evans

I felt horrible all night, the moment with Harry of last night kept running through my head. All the things he said, all the things he did, I hated it. I am so not used to physical touch, I have never loved it. Sometimes I wonder if love is even real, because why is love not in my life but in everyone's else life. All boys I have been with loved my body, but not just me.

I sit up straight by the sounds I hear from above, Harry is turning around in his sleep so wildly. The bed is moving, making my body shake too. I step out of bed, staying on my tiptoe to look at Harry.

His brows are frowned, like he is getting hurt, his lips are in a small pout and breathing heavily. His shaky hands finding something to touch, like he needs to touch something real to come out of this thing he is having.

I care about everyone and everything, sometimes I am hating it so much. I wish I could be less worried someday, like Ruby.

He moves his head in all directions as he suddenly finds my arm, and sitting up straight as he does so. His chest is raising up and down, covered in sweat and glinstering. He starts touching my arms gentle, as he finally wakes up from his haze of panic. I frown my brows at him, checking him out as he tries to take control his breath. He breaks the eye contact, falling back into bed and staring at the ceiling.

"Are you okay?" I ask him slowly, stepping back from his bed.

"Yeah" He lies, swallowing deeply as he turns his head away from me.

His curls are stick to his face, the end of his hair looking perfect because of the sweat. He has tattoos all over his chest, I like them a lot. I would never want a tattoo, it is not my thing. His tattoos are just so.. pretty.

"You sure?" I ask again.

He probably thinks I am so annoying.

"I said yes" He cuts me off, his tone a bit too aggressive to scare me away.

It is probably just too overwhelming for him, nothing else.

"Oh okay" I say as I turn around and took my ski outfit out of my suitcase.

I pull down my pajamas while looking at Harry in the mirror, to make sure he isn't looking at me. He is not looking, like not at all, he's staring at his shaky hands and his hands roaming around his sweaty red face.

Sometimes about this boy is so strange, he is so closed but also so open at the same time. I think he has a soft side besides that mean part of him, but just really deep down in his heart. He probably doesn't believe in that, like probably he doesn't believe in love either.

I walk out of the room quietly, checking up on Harry first, he is laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

I hear "Aurora" come from the other room.

I look around and open the door where Niall and Ruby sleep. It still hurt me that she chose Niall over me, but I just have to accept it.

I don't want her to feel like she can't hang out with others, so I just say nothing about it to not get into a discussion or anything.

"Hey" I say as I close the door behind me and sit on the bed.

The room is a lot bigger with a large bed and bigger windows. There are clothes and random stuff all over the floor, what a mess.

"Are you looking forward to today?" She asks, while getting ready in the mirror in front of their bed,

"Yeah, actually. We are going to ski together, right? "