AN: Okay so last chapter was not something I had planned lmao. I was just feeling sad so I decided to write a sad chapter.

And also (don't hate me) I was thinking of ending it there as well. But I couldn't do that to you guys so I decided against it.

This is my early Christmas present for you guys and I really hope you enjoy. Not too sure if I care for it but it's sad and I'm sad so gang gang<3

~Alex

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Aurora's P.O.V

Anger.

Anger was an emotion that destroyed everything. It showed no mercy. It ruined everything with just the touch of its fingertips. It could turn the bluest sky black and turn a field of flowers into nothing but ashes and smoke. Anger didn't feel the need to tread carefully around someone, only jumping in to say a few words then leave and hope that all was forgiven. No...that's not what anger does at all.

It destroys, scorches, burns everything in it's path and leaves without any regrets. Anger haunts you...teases you as if it's saying 'I'm always here. You can't escape me.' Relationships and friendships have all at some point fallen into the dark hole that is anger, and some have barely made it out alive.

Anger preys on it's victims and pounces just when you thought that all of this might be over. It appears when you're ready to let the sadness in or the logical way of thinking take over. Anger has no boundaries and will go to any lengths to obtain what it wants most.

It wants heartbreak. It wants destruction. It wants every single good thing in your life to come to an end...all because you couldn't stop the words that fall from your lips and attach themselves onto the victim they were aimed at.

And in my case, those words were aimed at Harry...and his words were aimed at me. Which is exactly why when he told me to fuck off, I did. I fucked off before any more harsh and angry words could be exchanged between us and dig that hole even deeper.

But fucking off wasn't a hard thing to do. I simply opened the door...and left.

I called a cab and didn't wait to see if Harry was coming after me. Quite frankly, I didn't care if he did or not. I couldn't care less if he got on that plane with me and came back to Rome.

I pushed down all of my sadness and let my anger wash over me.

It washed over me in boiling hot waves, pummeling me time and time again without letting me back up for air. An endless sea of crimson water and a sky filled with angry black clouds seemed to be the only landscape filling my mind at the moment as the car drove further and further away from my problems.

The trees outside turned into violent waves, taunting me as they threatened to tip over my sinking boat. Each memory from tonight just adding another hole and sinking the piece of wood lower and lower into the swirling depths of the crimson sea.

I fought back the tears and held everything in. I held in the scream of anger rising in my throat and instead clenched my hands into fists. I fought the urge to tell the driver to turn around and take me back to Harry just so I could lay out another long line of crude words on him.

But mainly I held in my pain.

Pain that was caused by Harry and the way he held Maria so tightly in his arms. The way he whispered in her ear while he glared at me as if I was the worst thing in his life at the moment. The way he blamed me for everything and touched me so harshly it was as if I was just a piece of trash he couldn't seem to get rid of fast enough.

But then there was the way he broke when I suggested that he wanted me to leave him. His eyes dulled and started to fill with so much tears I was sure there would be an ocean of them. It was the way he voice cracked and how he told me he loved me.

And even if I wanted to, I couldn't hate Harry. I couldn't leave him even if someone payed me to do it. Someone could offer me the world and I would refuse. I'd simply run back into Harry's arms and cling to him as if he didn't just break my heart into a million pieces.

Because Harry was the one for me. He was it for me. He could break my heart a thousand times and I'd still come running back to him each and every time. All because I was in love with him.

"God, you stupid bitch," I mutter under my breath.

"What was that, miss?" The driver asks me and I quickly snap my head up to meet his questioning eyes in the mirror.

"Nothing. Sorry. Just talking to myself," I smile kindly at him before averting my gaze and going back to staring at my lap.

What I wrote in that journal the night of my nightmare no longer mattered. Those words would never see the light of day and Harry's eyes would never get the chance to read such a heartbreaking note. I was stupid for ever thinking I could follow through with such a thing.

But Harry had told me to leave...and I wasn't one for sticking around when I wasn't wanted. Hence, the main reason for my anger and unhealthy choice of holding in my pain.

Fiddling with my fingers, my heart lurches as I feel my once occupied finger now bare and empty.

"Oh, fuck," I gasp, bringing my hand up to stare at my ring finger.

The ring. I completely forgot to put on the ring.

"Miss, are you sure everything is alright?" The driver asks me once again.

How could I forget to put on the ring? The ring I promised Harry I would never take off. The ring I promised to wear forever.

It was now sitting on the nightstand from where I took it off that way I wouldn't lose it in the process of my angry packing.

So just like that, my anger turned into pain and sadness, and those thunderclouds started pouring rain. The raging crimson sea calmed to an aimless drifting and my boat started to sink faster.

The tears fell from my heartbroken eyes and my heart longed to be with Harry once more. My crimson sea turned into a gloomy shade of grey while the waves started to drift by me as if they were lost. As if they had no meaning in this world other than to sit in this wide expanse of water for all of eternity.

"C-Can you turn around?"

"But we're only ten minutes away from the air-

"Please. Just turn around and take me back."

Take me back. Take me back to the night we met. When I didn't know what I was getting myself into and was just starting to fall for the beautiful artist who couldn't see his own beauty.

When the wine stained his lips red and a pretty pink blush tinged his cheeks.

When his viridescent eyes sparkled with excitement and amusement as they watched me try to form words and sentences.

When I felt that first spark of hope at the thought of finally fleeing from my past and stepping into a new part of my life that I knew was going to hold happiness and amazement.

When the art on the walls didn't even seem to compare to the masterpiece who created them.

When I first met Harry Styles, the artist.

When I first saw Paris in the rain.

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"What the fuck were you thinking?"

I turn around to get back into the car but feel my mouth fall open as I see it speeding away, rounding the corner and disappearing from my line of sight.

Turning back around to face the house, my feet feel frozen in place as I stand at the edge of the driveway. I couldn't seem to move as I clutched my suitcase in my hand and swallowed thickly.

"I'm so dumb for coming back. What the hell, Aurora?" I mumble as I now begin to pace back and forth.

Toxic. That's what this was.

This constant pushing and pulling as we get into an argument then come running back into each other's arms. Ignoring the warning signs that we were the right people at the wrong time.

So why couldn't I just leave?

"Because you're stupid and in love. That's why," I groan while running my hands through my hair, taking a deep breath before staring at the door once again.

Gripping my suitcase in my hand once again, I start walking towards the front door. Taking deep breaths the entire time, I feel myself starting to shake once I start walking up the stairs. So I stop once again.

And that's when it starts to rain.

"Oh, great. Yeah. Just really fits the mood," I laugh to myself, shaking my head, "How fuckin' cliche."

My clothes instantly get soaked along with the rest of me, my hair clinging to my cheeks and neck as I continue to stare at the door. Thank God my suitcase is waterproof or else I'd definitely be fucked.

And so what do I do instead of knocking on the door? I sit down.

I sit down in the rain and continue to stare at the white door that I was too afraid to touch at the moment.

The same white door I got slammed up against just last night.

It's funny how fast things can change.

I felt each raindrop hit my skin and slowly make a random path down my cheek, zigzagging each and every way before getting lost amongst the rest of its friends. My boat seemed to sink even faster now that the rain filled the small wooden object, everything ready to get lost at sea or dragged down into the depths of the infinite ocean.

So I sat there and let it sink. I let it slowly give up...because why not?

The flower was drowning as the flood drowned everything with it. So I closed my eyes and listened to the comforting sound of the rain hitting the pavement and thunder rolling softly in the distance. I listened to the flood and just barely felt the warmth of my tears as I focused mainly on the cold raindrops hitting my skin and soaking me to the core.

"Jesus Christ!" I jump as my phone suddenly starts to ring, breaking me out of my depressive trance and practically giving me a heart attack in the process.

I unzip the pocket of my suitcase and grab my phone, feeling my eyes widen in shock once I see Gemma's name flashing across the screen, "Hello? Gem, what's wrong?"

"Aurora, please come back. Now," she whispers and I hear a small sob escape her lips.

"Is something wrong? Is Harry okay?" I ask frantically, standing up and coming closer to the door. So many scenarios flash through my mind as panic starts to set in, wondering if maybe he got into a car accident.

"Just come back."

"I'm outside," I tell her before hanging up, seeing the door open in record time. Gemma and Anne both stand there with tears rolling down their cheeks, a heartbroken look in their eyes, "Oh god, did something happen to Harry? Where is he?"

"Harry's upst-"

Before Anne can even finish her sentence, a gut-wrenching scream echoes through the house and I feel my blood run cold. Forgetting my suitcase and dropping my phone from my hands, I push past them both and bolt up the stairs. My feet slip on the hardwood floors and I almost fall, tripping over myself as try to reach Harry's door as fast as possible.

Flinging it open, I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle my gasp, taking in the shattered glass and piles of paper on the floor. And there lies Harry on the bed with his knees tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around a pillow as his body shakes violently with sobs.

"Baby," my voice cracks, feeling my heart break at the sight in front of me.

Stepping carefully around the broken glass, I climb into bed with him, not even caring that I was soaking wet. I softly place my hand on his tear-soaked cheek, watching him jump slightly at the unexpected gesture but keeping his eyes closed.

"Harry, baby. Open your eyes," I whisper to him, wincing as another broken sob falls from his swollen lips.

"You're not real," he whimpers and I feel the tears start to brim in my eyes.

"Oh, baby. I'm real. Please, just look at me, Capolavoro. I'm right here," I beg him, running the pad of my thumb across his cheek.

He gently shakes his head, more tears spilling from his closed eyes, "You're not real. You're gone because I told you to leave. I shouldn't have told you to leave..."

I take one of his hands and bring it to my lips, pressing kisses to each knuckle while staring at him to see if he'd open his eyes, "Capolavoro, please. I promise you I'm real. I came back."

"I shouldn't have told you to leave."

"Harry, stop. Open your eyes," I beg him, pressing his hand to my chest so he can feel my heartbeat, "Feel. If I weren't real, you wouldn't be able to feel my heartbeat, would you?"

And he finally opens his eyes. Too many emotions to name passes through his eyes as he realizes it's actually me laying beside him, his mouth parting in shock before he throws the pillow out of the way and pulls me into his chest.

"Flower," he breathes while nuzzling his nose into my neck, wrapping his arms so tightly around me it felt as if I couldn't breathe.

But I could breathe. I could breathe because I was in his arms.

And although I shouldn't be here right now- in his arms only two hours after he told me to leave -I felt at home. I felt my boat rising from the water and once again floating above the waves.

Harry's sobs slowly turn into soft whimpers before they stop all together, my hands soothingly rubbing his back as I hold him tightly against me. Even though I was soaking wet, he didn't seem to mind and neither did I. His embrace alone warmed me inside and out as he clinged to me so tight it was as if I was the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You're so stupid for coming back," Harry whispers after we remain in silence for the longest time, "but I'm so glad you did."

I run my hand through his hair, wrapping my legs around him as I close my eyes and breathe in his jasmine scent, "I know I'm stupid. I told myself that the whole way here. I'm still incredibly pissed at you."

"And you should be. What I did was unforgivable," he sighs and I nod my head, pressing a kiss to his neck, "I'm stupid for taking her side and telling you to leave. I did everything wrong. None of this was your fault, Flower."

"We're both stupid. It's fine," I laugh softly, pulling my head away from the crook of his neck to stare into his bloodshot eyes, "You know we're toxic, right? Fighting one second then making up the next?"

He closes his eyes and swallows thickly, licking his dry lips, "I know. I know we are and I hate that. We shouldn't be like this."

"We shouldn't," I agree while cupping his tear-stained cheek in my hand. He opens his eyes again, staring at me with sadness filling every inch, "but I can't leave you."

"You should."

"But I can't."

Harry sighs and brings his hand up to run his fingers through my wet hair, "Why are you wet?"

"I sat outside in the rain because I couldn't bring myself to knock on the door," I smile sheepishly at him, "I was on my way to the airport but I told the driver to turn around. It cost me an arm and a leg since the airport is almost an hour away from here, but I didn't mind."

"Aurora, I-" He starts but his voice cracks, causing him to close his eyes once more, "You shouldn't have came back. I'm no good for you. I shouldn't have told you to leave, but that has nothing to do with what I did before that. I comforted her while you just watched. Even after she called you a bitch I just stood there like a fucking idiot. God, I'm so stupid. I couldn't even come after you."

I remain quiet, knowing that his words were true. He shouldn't have comforted her and defended her. He shouldn't have done anything that he did this afternoon.

But I also shouldn't have said anything in the first place. It wasn't my place and I ruined a friendship all because I couldn't contain my jealousy.

See? We were toxic for each other.

"I love you, Harry. Okay? Yes. You did a lot of things wrong this afternoon, but so did I. We're both in the wrong here."

"You shouldn't love me. I've brought you nothing but heartbreak, Aurora. Can't you see that? Tell me one good thing I've done for you," he opens his eyes again, looking at me with despair clear in his eyes.

"Harry, you made me feel beautiful again. You showed me that I can learn to love again and-"

"No. Not those things. Anyone can do that...you don't need me for those things."

"Yes I do, Harry," I knit my eyebrows together, "Do you know how many other guys I tried talking to or going on dates with before you? Like...three and none of them even came remotely close to making me feel like you do. None of them made me feel beautiful and I couldn't see myself falling in love with them. You made me feel beautiful just by looking at me."

Before he can say another word, I place my lips on his, needing him to know exactly how much he means to me. I put all of my love for him into the kiss, rolling on top of him and pressing myself even closer to him as I cup his face in my hands.

He pushes my hair out of my face before wrapping his arms around me, kissing me as if he was scared I'd slip from his grip and leave again.

"I love you, Harry," I breathe against his lips, "I love you."

"I wish you didn't."

"Stop saying that," I pull away from him, my heart shattering as I stare into his broken eyes, "Harry, why are you saying that?"

I climb off of him and watch as he sits up and places his head in his hands, threading his fingers through his curls, "Because I'm worthless. I'm-"

"Harry...stop," I breathe out shakily, swallowing thickly once I realize what these past two hours have done to him.

In just a short amount of time, he's broken down completely. He tricked his mind into thinking he was nothing...that he doesn't deserve love. When in reality, that's all he needed. That's all he deserved was the purest and deepest love.

And I was starting to think that I couldn't give that to him.

"I hate myself for not being able to come after you. I hate myself for comforting her and defending her. I hate myself for hurting you and ever making you think that I'd choose her over you."

I stare at him as he starts to break down again, tears spilling from my eyes while his had already started.

"I'm not beautiful like you say I am. I'm not a masterpiece. I'm pathetic. I don't deserve your love because I'm just going to end up breaking you. You didn't even want me to touch you before I told you to leave."

Quickly taking his hands in mine, I press the palms of his hands to my face, staring at him as I search his eyes for any signs of happiness, "Harry, you're not pathetic. You're beautiful. You're my masterpiece and I love you. Capolavoro. It means masterpiece and that's exactly what you are. Look in my eyes," I say frantically, "Do you see that? It's love. That's all I feel when I look at you."

"I don't deserve it, Aurora. Did you not just sit in the rain because you were too scared to knock on the door? I saw how hurt you were when I was holding Maria. Who's to say I won't hurt you like that again? I can't keep hurting you like this...I'm not a good person. I'm not good for you. Maybe...maybe you should call Niall and-"

"Stop it!" I cry as I fling myself into his arms, wrapping my arms tightly around him and burying my face into his neck, "Stop saying that, Harry. Please."

He remains quiet as he wraps his arms around me. I wait for him to speak again but only feel my chest tighten as the silence thickens around us.

"Why'd you take off the ring?"

So he found it. Is that why he's so broken? Because he thought that meant I was never coming back to him?

"Baby, I only took it off so I wouldn't lose it while I was packing. I was just so...angry that I forgot about it and left without putting it back on. That's why I came back," I pull my head back to meet his eyes, "I came back to get the ring."

Nothing changes in his eyes once I tell him this and I can't stop the sob that falls from my lips, "Harry, I love you. Please stop saying you wish I didn't love you. I do and I always will. You're the love of my life and I realized that way too early for it to seem real. I realized I loved you before we even kissed for the first time. I don't want Niall, I want you. I don't give a fuck about Maria anymore and how you comforted her. I don't care that you told me to leave. I care about you and I want you."

And once again, nothing changes in his eyes. They remain dull and empty.

He was broken and I was scared that he couldn't be fixed.

Leaning in slowly, I lightly press my lips to his, waiting for him to kiss me back. Within seconds I'm on my back as he hovers over me, kissing me so passionately I felt myself get lightheaded. I whimper as his warm hands touch the cold skin of my stomach, butterflies swarming in my stomach as our bodies mold perfectly with each others.

"Tell me you love me," I whisper so softly I wasn't sure if he heard me.

"I love you."

"Please let me love you."

And with that he separates our lips.

"You shouldn't love me, Aurora. I'm not someone you need to love. I'm not someone who deserves your love. I'm broken and if you stay with me you're going to break too," he shakes his head and I lift my head up slightly to kiss his forehead.

He sighs before completely breaking down, letting his head fall agaisnt my lips while his body collapses onto mine. I keep my lips pressed to his forehead as I wrap my arms around him, squeezing my eyes shut while more tears spill from eyes, his soft sobs echoing around the room.

"You're not broken, Harry."

"It feels like it."

"And I'm not going to stop loving you."

"I wish you would."

I take a deep breath, "Are you going to stop loving me?"

Harry lifts his head up and stares at me with those empty eyes of his that once held happiness, "Never."

"Then kiss me and don't stop until you don't feel broken anymore."

"So can I kiss you forever?"

"If that's how long you need."

Two puzzle pieces connected, one trying to mend it's broken edges, and the other just trying to provide the fix that it needed. Not trying to fix it...just trying to help.

But what the two puzzle pieces didn't know was that they were both broken. It's just one knew and one didn't.

They were both broken.

And neither knew if they could be fixed.