Aurora: A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 31

Aurora's POV

"It's funny but I think he's actually going to try and be nicer to you," Louis says as he tosses me a bottle of water.

I'm sitting on Louis' bed after a long day at school; half thinking about Harry, and half thinking about falling asleep right on Louis' bed.

I'm really preferring the second option.

"He really feels like shit for how terrible he was to you. He just wants one last chance with you," he continues.

"Mhmm," I mumble as my face hits his pillow. This is so much nicer.

"No, I'm being serious Aurora. You didn't see his face, he..." Louis trails off, at a loss for how to continue.

"He what? Looked really upset? He does that Louis. He lies. How do I know he's not lying this time?" I fire back with my face muffled in his pillow.

"Sometimes you have to throw yourself out there," Louis says wisely. Look who's turned into a damn fortune cookie, I growl internally.

"There's a difference between throwing yourself out there, and throwing yourself under a bus," I retort.

Louis rolls his eyes and sighs. "You have no idea how much you mean to him. He's not going to lose you over this."

"Well then he can work to get my trust again," I say shortly as an end to this conversation.

Thankfully, Louis doesn't continue and finally he leaves me alone long enough to return to my own thoughts.

My eyes wander around the room and rest on a box Louis has yet to unpack. My mind is brought back to the box of Derek's things I had taken from Louis' house. Since that day I hid it in my closet, I have not even allowed myself to think about that box because any tempting thoughts lead to sad ones, and I'm just not ready to face all of that pain.

Who knows what Derek could have in that box. I'm afraid of seeing the things he may have kept secret from me. I don't want to know about Derek's secrets because there is always the possibility that they could be bad. I'm so afraid of destroying the perfect image of my brother that I had spent these last four years creating that it may prevent me from ever opening that damn box.

What if I didn't really know my brother at all?

I shake my head fiercely to myself, trying to shake that annoying question that has been pestering me for a she now. Stop thinking stupid things Aurora, of course I knew my brother, I lived with him for 14 years.

He was the most self absorbed person on the planet, but the only other person he loved besides himself was me and I can't deny that. He protected and loved me like I was his own daughter. He loved playing pool, he loved running and he was a star football player. He was of course a ladies man, and it was obvious why. His charismatic smile and mischievous eyes made him look like the perfect bad boy with a good boy facade.

People have said we looked exactly alike. I usually never knew how to respond because I didn't know if it was a compliment or not.

"Aurora?" Louis says exasperated.

"What?" I snap into Louis pillow.

Louis chuckles to himself. "Just checking to see if your awake."

"You're irritating," I grumble as he had woken me from my semi conscious state.

"Love you too," he replies cheekily.

I hear keys rattle in the door and I jump from my awkward position on Louis' bed. Ayden must be here! Here I am half asleep on Louis bed like an idiot. I scramble to flatten the mess that is my hair and un wrinkle my clothes at the same time. Louis smirks knowingly as I try to maintain a presentable appearance. I stick out my tongue at him when I've succeeded in looking decent.