What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 75

"Wanna know how many kids?" He wiggles his eyebrows making me giggle.

"Sure, tell me."

"Definitely two girls. Names would totally be dependent on you. You gave them birth, you have full rights to decide. But I'd have rights to a few vetos."

I laugh, "Hmm, I still can't believe you thought about all this. I wish things were different."

"Do you? I mean, Harry is great, isn't he?" He asks and I don't know whether it's a trick question or does he genuinely wants to know?

"You gotta finish the veggies." I point to the plate of beans in front of him.

"You can tell me, Aditi. I won't judge." He says, looking at me with soft eyes.

"I know you won't judge. I just don't wanna talk about Harry with you."

"Fine, I won't make you feel uncomfortable." He gives me a smile and starts eating his beans.

"Fine! Fine!" I groan and he laughs.

"I knew you'd tell me."

"I hate it when you do that...make me feel guilty unnecessarily....urghh!"

He laughs again, "So tell me. Give me the deets." He says.

"Harry is good." I want to say great, but I stop myself.

"I mean, he is.... He is.... He makes me come out of my shell." I say after framing my words.

"That's it? Makes you come out of your shell? Seriously? Just tell me the truth! Or don't tell me anything at all." He rolls his eyes.

"Urgh, fine. Harry is really kind, caring and understands me better than I understand myself. He is so humble and down to earth. Funny and goofy. Makes me his priority." I say with a smile.

"Well, just like me but prettier." He says smugly and I roll my eyes.

"He is way different than you. You both are in no way similar." I scoff and he laughs.

"Whatever you say."

Our conversation from last light keeps playing in my head like a CD. It felt so nice to talk to him normally after so long. Though it was little awkward, but it felt good. I still can't believe he thought about us getting married someday and having kids. I madly loved him, yes. For me, he was the one. But I never thought of marriage. Salman never rushed me into anything. He always slowed down the pace to meet mine. I knew I could always rely on him to understand. Whenever, I was with Salman, I felt like I was in my comfort zone, like own own little shell. I felt safe and extremely comfortable in it. And Salman never forced me, for which I'll always be thankful. Where as Harry is like a storm I got caught in. And I came out of the shell. He whirls me around and I love it. His last minute plans, his little adventures, I love them all. Harry makes me explore and makes feel alive. It's like I've got wings and can fly. And I'll always love him for making that girl come out of her shell.

I grab my mobile off the side table of my bed and scroll through the numerous pictures we've clicked in the last few days. A small smile creeps up on my face. I've missed them all so much.

The whole gang comes to visit Salman daily, they mostly come in the evenings when they leave from their respective offices. Every day we take Salman up to the terrace and have dinner together. And everyday, it's the same vegetarian subway sandwiches. Which is getting quite boring to be honest. But Salman can't eat anything fried, oily or any kind of junk food. We have a huge debate on what else we can order, we search on Google the nearest restaurant that serve healthy food, but everyone is so damn hungry, so we stick to the Subway salads and sandwiches.

Harry on the other hand left three days ago. He didn't want to, but he had to. He calls me whenever he is free. The time difference sucks. If it's five in the evening here, it's six in the morning in Bogota. He too has a extremely busy schedule. The band hardly sleeps for four hours. They sometimes have to get up in the middle of the night to record their part of the album. Harry says it gets really exhausting sometimes, but at the same time tell me how thankful he is for the life he has. How I wish he was here with me right now.

Currently, I'm at home. Yes, home sweet home. I can't believe I'm back after so long. And the best part is that I finally am seeing my small brother after ages! He hasn't changed a bit. In the past four days, we caught on with our lives. I told him everything I've done in the past few months of my life. He was really proud. He told me that be topped his exam and that the next semester is going to be his last semester. And then he'll finally be out of school. He also told me he has a girlfriend, who is in his class. He showed me some of her pictures and they looked so cute. I in return, told him about Harry and I. He was happy for me. The only thing he kept teasing me about was about how filthy rich Harry was. Something I never cared for.

Ayaan also asked about Aliya, to which I didn't have a reply. I mean, what do I tell him? Oh, out elder sister is acting like a complete bitch for no reason, she cheated on Jay and has been ignoring the entire family. Ayaan pressed on but I kept changing the topic.

Being through so much in the past few months, I completely forgot about the assignments I had submitted just before leaving for the dream team tour. So, yesterday I had gone and collected them from my college. My mark weren't bad, they were average. I was quite impressed, cause I didn't know what I was doing then. I just wanted the damn assignments to finish so I could board the plane. While I was at the college, I also filled out a form stating that I would be continuing my studies through correspondence. My final year exams will be held in June. I have more than six months to prepare for it, which was plenty of time.

I sit up on my bed and stretch. I don't know how long have I been in bed. After breakfast, Aditya left to do some work and Ayaan left for school. I came back to my bedroom and just lied back down on the bed. I look at the time on my mobile screen and it's only half past twelve.

Just as I was toss my phone on the bed, it starts ringing.

Nora's name flashes on the screen. I swipe the green icon and answer.

"Hey..."

But she cuts me off, "Aditi, g-get to the hospital now." She cries and my stomach falls to the floor, "I d-don't know what h-happened. The d-doctors took him into the emergency room."

No. No. No. This can't be happening.

"I'm on my way." I jump off the bed, my legs already feeling wobbly. I put on the sweat shirt and put on a jeans which was lying on the floor from last light. I grab my phone, shove it into my pocket and head out to the door.

Within ten minutes, the rickshaw stops at the gates of the hospital. After paying the driver I hop out of the rickshaw and hurry inside the hospital. I rush towards the elevator and press on the 3rd floor, which Nora texted telling me that was where the operation was taking place. The doors open in an instant and I rush out only to watch Aunty and Nora pacing outside the operation theatre. They both looked extremely tensed, their faces wet with gleaming tears. Their heads snap in my direction as they hear my flip flops slap against the clean marble floors.

"Oh, Aditi." Nora walks over towards me and wraps her hands around my shoulders.

"What did the doctor say?" I whisper, as I brace myself for the bad news.