Paris In The Rain [h.s]

48

AN: please read chapter 47 before you read this chapter.

many tears were shed <3

good luck

~Alex

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Aurora's P.O.V

I take a sip of my tea, resting my elbows on the counter of Harry's kitchen island while my feet dangle above the floor as I sit in a chair. I hear the door to his bedroom open and the shuffling of his feet coming down the hallway, keeping my back turned to him as he makes his way into the kitchen.

"Did I add enough milk?" He asks me softly, standing beside me as he runs his hand down my back.

I turn my head to look up at him, letting a small smile grace my lips, "The perfect amount. Thank you."

Clocking the tear stains on his cheeks and swollen eyes, my smile quickly fades and is replaced with a look of worry. My eyes travel over his body, noticing how thin he looks as he stands there in only a t-shirt and sweatpants, his curls still wet as they cling to his forehead and sides of his face.

"Harry... what's wrong?" My hand reaches out to touch his arm, furrowing my eyebrows together once he draws away from me.

"Nothing. 'M fine," he mumbles while sending me a shaky smile, his words not convincing me for a second.

As he goes to step away from me I grab onto his hand and pull him back to my side, standing up from my chair and pushing his curls away from his face, "You're not fine. Why have you been crying?"

He closes his eyes, drawing in a shaky breath through his lips as a single tear leaves a trail down his cheek. I quickly wipe it away with the pad of my thumb, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

As soon as I pull away, he rests his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me back into him, placing his other hand on the other side of my face. My knees go weak and I clutch onto his shirt, sighing in contentment at the feeling of his lips on mine after going five days without the feeling of ecstasy coursing through my veins.

Every reason I have to be mad at him flies out the window for the time being and I completely crumble in his arms. My lower back hits the kitchen island as he presses me up against it, moving my hands from his shirt to his soaking wet curls, feeling a shiver run down my spine while his hands caress my skin.

He pulls away, backing away from me and shaking his head, "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. You're- You're mad and we need to talk-"

"Harry," I cut him off, stepping forward to tug him back into me by his shirt. His eyes frantically search mine as they well up with tears, the look of panic and sadness evident in his viridescent irises, "Calm down and tell me what's wrong. I know you're not fine. You look like you've barely eaten these past five days and your eyes are telling me a completely different story."

Taking his hands in mine, I run my thumbs across his skin while looking up into his eyes, silently letting him know it's okay to tell me what's on his mind. He takes a deep breath, briefly looking away from me before meeting my eyes again.

"Do you still love Niall?" He asks, a single tear sliding down his cheek. "When you saw him again... did you feel those same feelings you used to feel when you were together?"