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Love youuuu

~Alex

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A loud groan leaves my lips as my blind-less windows let in the piercing rays of the relentless sun. I shield my eyes from the light and roll over to bury my face into my pillow.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Liam says rather perkily as I feel him come to stand beside me, "Time for work!"

I raise my head up to look at him with blurry vision, the aroma of coffee hitting my nose and almost instantly curing my hangover, "What happened last night?"

"Well," Liam starts, handing me the coffee and two painkillers as I sat up in bed with the palm of my hand pressed to my forehead, "You drank over half a bottle of vodka and kept ranting about Niall. Then you puked your guts out and passed out in the bathroom. I'm starting to think I shouldn't have let you listen to that song."

"You think?" I look up at him from over the rim of my coffee mug, reveling in the way the strong taste and warm aroma eased the sharp throbbing in my head.

He starts going through my closet, setting out a white blouse and laying out some jeans, "I'll start your shower." He says before walking into my bathroom that was connected to my bedroom.

I hear the running of water as I set my mug down on the nightstand, grabbing my phone and checking for any missed calls.

Surprisingly, Niall hadn't called anymore after I hung up on him last night. I was kind of expecting him to, in which I wouldn't have answered a single call, but it still shocked me a bit. Maybe he thought that I needed time and space before he even considered calling me. Or maybe he was still debating as to whether or not he should call me. Either way, I still wasn't up to talking to him again for a while.

I knew I should probably tell him I still love him too, but the thought of actually saying those words to him when I was in love with Harry was frightening and all-around pathetic. How could I call him back just to say I still loved him when I had hung up on him when he told me the exact same thing?

Still.

That was the name of the song Liam had made me listen to last night that drove me to drinking half of my body weight in alcohol. The words he had spoken to me only last night were written down in a song and put on an album for millions of girls to listen and cry to. It was an emotional and beautifully written song - I'll give him that.

"What are you thinking about?" Liam asks softly from the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the doorframe while he had his arms crossed across his chest.

"The song," I let my phone fall from my hands, burying my face in my hands as I squeezed my eyes shut, praying this migraine would disappear, "Do you think maybe he hopes I listen to his music?"

He shrugs his shoulders as he sits down in front of me on the bed, staring at the wall, "I think deep down he knows you don't listen to them, but in his mind, he's writing these songs to you and you're listening to them."

"I just wish..." I trail off, trying to find the right words to say, "I just wish he wouldn't have said that to me last night. I've been in such a good place with Harry and all it took was one phone call to make that all disappear."

"I know, Rora. I'm so sorry."

"I need to go think," I sigh, swinging my legs out of bed and planting them on the soft carpet, digging my toes into the chilly material before standing up. Liam places his hand on my back as I balance myself, the urge to puke once again washing over me.

I breathe in deeply through my nose before exhaling through my mouth. Hot steam was already fogging over the mirror in the bathroom as I stripped myself free from my clothes, sighing in relief once the hot water hits my skin.

Everything bad in the world seems to disappear as I let everything slip down the drain, "Breathe, Aurora. Just breathe." I whisper to myself, "Everything is going to be okay."

How is everything going to be okay when you're in love with two people at the same time? Just like Liam said, you're screwed. Nothing will be okay until you decide who you want to be with and quit lying to yourself.

My brain and my heart were speaking two different languages at the moment and I had no clue which one to listen to. I know they always say follow your heart, but listening to one part is a whole lot different when both sides make good points.

Harry didn't deserve any of this. He didn't deserve for me to be in love with someone else while I was also in love with him. He deserves someone who will love him and only him. Not me. Anyone but me.

I just feel so awful. So awful that it makes me sick to my stomach anytime I think about having to tell Harry about the phone call. I didn't want to see the looks in his eyes as I told him I'm still in love with Niall. It'd kill me just to see the happiness and light drain from his eyes.

I was toxic for him and he was the beautiful masterpiece for me.

Feeling a little refreshed and less hungover after my shower, I'm in a rush to get ready once I notice it was fifteen after seven. This only worsened my hangover as I felt myself becoming stressed at the thought of not being able to water the flowers and tidy up before we opened at eight.

"We have a shipment coming in at 7:45! I need to be there!" I struggle putting on my jeans and end up falling over on my ass, my legs still soaking wet from the shower.

"Calm down, Aurora. We're not going to be late. Just relax," Liam says as he offers me his hand.

I take a deep breath before I take his hand, trying to calm myself down as best as I could without having Harry here to tell me everything is going to be okay.

Harry made everything better.

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Liam was right when he said we weren't going to be late. I finished getting ready in record time, sunglasses adorning my face as I rushed into my shop to get everything cleaned up. The floors were swept quickly as Liam greeted the person who brought the flowers and helped unload them.

"You'd think you weren't hungover," Liam comments as he sees me watering the flowers.

"Oh trust me," I glance at him as he puts together an arrangement, "I am."

He laughs softly, perking his head up once he hears a knock on the door, "It's Harry," he says as he motions for him to come in, "What's he doing here?"

"Beats me," I mumble, setting down my watering can. I was glad he was here though.

"Good morning, Liam," Harry says brightly, two cups of coffee in his hands, "and good morning to you, Flower."

Liam glances over at me, furrowing his eyebrows, "Flower?" He mouths and I shake my head at him, knowing he was going to question the odd nickname.

He hands me one of the cups and leans in to press a quick kiss to my lips, "I really needed this. Thank you," I sigh.

"What's with the sunglasses?" Harry questions me and I quickly swallow the coffee in my mouth before Liam can answer him.

"I've got...really bad bags underneath my eyes," I smile sweetly at him, hoping he wouldn't question it any farther.

The odds weren't in my favor.

"Why would you try to hide that?"

I bite the inside of my cheek nervously as I fall down the never-ending rope of lies, "They're just really bad."

Harry tilts his head to the side slightly, not seeming to believe my answer, "Okay," he looks skeptical but doesn't say anything else, "So what was the emergency about yesterday, Liam? I hope everything's okay."

"Oh, um yeah. The emergency..." he looks at me desperately as he tries to think of an answer, "I um..."

"He was thinking about proposing to Louis!" I say quickly before Liam could say something, "We talked about it though and we both agreed it was too early."

Harry glances between us as Liam gives him a wry smile, nodding his head. I could tell he knew something was up but was deciding not to question it, and I was rather glad he was choosing to do so, "Right. Well, I should be going."

"So soon?" I pout slightly, his presence alone making everything in the world seem right again. I wanted him to stay and tell me everything is okay. I wanted him to tell me that I was his flower and that I was beautiful. Anything to make these dark thoughts leave my mind.

"I've got some errands to run and I've got to meet up with a few people about my art," he smiles at me while intertwining our fingers together, "You're welcome to come with me."

I shake my head as goosebumps dot themselves across my skin from his touch, "No. I couldn't possibly."

"Go! I've got everything tied down here," Liam says as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand, leaning against the counter as he watched Harry and I.

"No, Li. I can't-"

"Of course you can! Now go have fun," he waves his hand as if he were swatting away a fly.

Harry looks at me expectantly, squeezing my hand a bit as he waited for my answer. My headache did seem to be lessening just by breathing in his signature jasmine scent, and everything bad that was clouding my brain at the moment seemed to be turning into vapor.

"And you're sure you've got everything under control?" I ask Liam before making my final decision. He nods his head with a smile, "Okay then," I breathe out and Harry's smile instantly becomes brighter, "but you're taking tomorrow off," I point my finger at Liam.

"Great. A day with my Flower," Harry hums softly before leaning down to gently kiss me, the pillowy soft feeling of his lips curing the raging thunderstorm that was creating turmoil in my head. "You taste like coffee," He chuckles once we reluctantly separate.

"Is that a good thing?"

His mossy green eyes sparkle brighter than the stars as he stares at me, his pink lips curling upwards into a beautiful smile, "I wouldn't be kissing you if it wasn't, now would I?" His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as if he could still taste me on his lips, "Scratch that. I probably would."

"Let's go, you goof," I smile brightly, waving goodbye to Liam as Harry leads me back outside.

His car was parked perfectly in the parking spot as he opened the passenger door for me, holding my hand as I got inside.

I watched him the entire time, my chest starting to tighten as I realized I truly didn't deserve him. Not even a little bit.

Harry doesn't start the car once he gets into the driver's seat, angling his body so he can look at me, "You're hungover, aren't you?"

I widen my eyes in shock, wondering how he knew, "How'd you know?"

"Well first of all," he starts, reaching out to take the sunglasses off of my face, easily sliding them off and hanging them on his shirt, "Your shirt is on backward," I look down and open my mouth in surprise, "and you never worry about the bags underneath your eyes."

I rack my brain to find something to explain my reasoning for being so hungover but come up with none other than telling him the truth - which wasn't something I was ready to do just yet.

"You don't have to tell me why you're hungover. I just wanted to let you know I didn't fall for your little story," he says before starting his car and backing out of the parking spot.

I slip my hands easily into my shirt and turn it around before popping my arms back out, noticing that Harry was glancing at me with an amused smirk playing on his lips, "I missed you last night," I mumble while looking down at my lap and fiddling with my fingers.

I had dreamt about Harry last night. It was a beautiful dream that involved me laying in his arms as he played with my hair, whispering that he loved me softly in my ear as tears of joy ran silently down my cheeks.

We had been laying in a field of white heather while the moon and the sun danced above us, laughing at the fact that someone like Harry could ever love someone like me. He had told me to ignore them and that he wasn't sure how someone like me could ever love someone like him.

"I missed you more," he grabs my hand as his other grips the steering wheel, intertwining our fingers as he brought the back of my hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my skin.

He continues to drive like that, the back of my hand pressed against his lips as his eyes intently watch the road, "How are T and Olly?"

"Good. They were still asleep when I left," he chuckles, feeling his lips move as he talked, the tip of his nose just barely grazing my knuckles, "I had a dream about you last night."

"What about?" I ask as I start rubbing my thumb across his soft skin.

"It was a bad dream," he breathes, "You were drowning in the ocean and I couldn't save you. Your hand was only a few inches away from mine, but I couldn't reach you. I couldn't save you," he swallows harshly, breathing in deeply and moving the back of my hand against his cheek that was prickly from his soft hint of stubble, "but you're here now. That's all that matters."

My heart suddenly begins to hurt, realizing I was already starting to drift away from him even if he hasn't realized it yet, "I'm here now," I assure him, wanting to hold on to what we had for as long as I could before I became completely lost at sea, drowning in my own thoughts and Harry not being able to save me even though he was only at arms reach.

"My sister is excited that you're coming to the wedding," Harry smiles at me.

"You have no idea how nervous I am about going," I shake my head, glad we were moving on to a happier subject, "What if they don't like me?"

"They're going to love you. I promise," his cheek was flush against my hand, warming my skin all the way up to my shoulder. He parks his car in front of a small art store, "I'll be right back. I won't be long," he leans over the console to kiss me, pulling away sooner than I would've liked.

"Come back," I grab his shirt, pulling him back to me as I kiss his smiling lips. Our hands were still intertwined as my other hand clutched the soft material of his shirt, Harry's other hand softly caressing the side of my face, "Now you can go," I smile in satisfaction.

He leans back in and kisses me again, practically falling into my lap as he leaned closer to me, "Now I don't want to go," he pouts once he pulls away from me.

"Go, silly," I push against his chest, sending him a smile as he looked back over his shoulder once he got out of his car.

The second he disappears inside the store, his phone rings as he gets a text message. Without meaning to, I look down at the screen that was now lit up, the message he had received on full display.

From Maria-
8:07 am
I'm in Italy. Were you still wanting to meet up?

"What the fuck?" I whisper, watching as the screen once again goes black.

Maria. That was the name of his ex. Why was she in Italy and why had Harry been wanting to meet up with her? A million questions flood my brain as I try to think of all the logical reasons why Harry would be wanting to meet up with her.

Personally, I had no reason to be upset that his ex had contacted him when Niall had just called me last night. It was the fact that Harry was wanting to see her that made me question his reasoning behind it. I didn't want to see Niall ever again it felt like. Harry obviously didn't feel the same way about Maria.

Maybe they're still friends and he still talks to her occasionally. Or maybe she was the one who suggested that they meet up.

All I know is that I was jealous. I was jealous for no reason it seemed, but the thought of Harry seeing his ex again made me feel that sickly feeling of being jealous. Right now, I was hating myself for feeling this way.

"I'm back!" The car door opens and I jump, having let myself wander deep into the thoughts of my mind.

"You got a message while you were inside," I tell him, watching as he picks up his phone. His fingers type back a quick reply and he easily slips the phone into his pocket, "Something to do with work?"

"No, it was nobody," Harry replies easily.

Except it wasn't just nobody.

"Okay."