Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 7

A/N: I haven't read through this and edited it yet, so I apologise for an errors. It just kinda flowed out of me and I wanted to get it out before my day got busy.

Let me know your thoughts please!

And Happy New Year's Eve! xx

Harry and Aubrey sprang so quickly apart that they almost stumbled over. Their focus shooting towards the direction of the voice, both their expressions flustered and surprised.

"Monsieur Alarie, comment allez-vous? Que fais-tu ici? " Aubrey asked as soon as her eyes met Mr Alarie's pale, yet curious, gaze. Her voice trying to hide how breathless she sounded while her hands brushed down her skirt awkwardly, straightening out her clothing. [How are you? What are you doing here?]

Mr Alarie looked between her and Harry with a somewhat amused expression, the edge of his fine lips slightly curling upwards. His slim, tall stance standing in a pair of silk grey trousers and a crisp white shirt, his tan loafers and belt matching perfectly, clearly not an accident. Everything he was and wore exuded wealth and power, down to the rolex on his wrist and the way his peppered silver hair was nearly slicked back.

"C'est merveilleux de te voir, Aubrey. Je savourais juste un déjeuner avant notre réunion. Je ne suis pas très friand de la nourriture de mon hôtel." Mr Alarie spoke slowly, seemingly more interested in what he had just interrupted than the small talk he was attempting with Aubrey. [It's wonderful to see you, Aubrey. I was just enjoying some lunch before our meeting. I'm um, not so keen on the food at my hotel]

Harry's eyebrows pinched together as he studied Mr Alarie before his focus returned to Aubrey. His expression completely confused by how Aubrey knew this strange man, and what they were conversing about.

But at the same time Harry also felt utterly captivated by Aubrey's use of french, and curious about the shy attitude around this older charismatic man that stood before him.

"Ah," Aubrey let out a soft chuckle. "eh bien, je prenais aussi juste un café avant notre réunion." [well I was also just grabbing a coffee before our meeting]

Aubrey turned her body further from Harry so she could face Mr Alarie more, a sweet and polite smile on her face as she tried to ignore the presence of Harry next to her. The smell of his masculine and oaky scent still enveloping her senses as the heat from his body practically seeped into her.

Mr Alarie simply nodded and smiled, "Et qui est ton ami?"[And who is your friend?]

"Oh," Aubrey's eyebrows shot up and her mouth puckered before she gestured a hand towards Harry, taking a step to the side as though she was presenting a prize. "C'est, Harry Styles." [this is] Her french accent dropping slightly as she spoke his name, the sound of it making Harry's stomach clench slightly.

"Ah!" Mr Alarie blurted out, "the movie star!" His thick accent managed to speak in english as he eagerly held out his hand towards harry.

Harry's eyes widened in acknowledgment when he realised Mr Alarie was referring to him. His enthusiasm surprising him for a moment before a smile then graced his face, deep enough for the dimples in his cheeks to pop as he took Mr Alarie's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Harry. Nice to meet you."

Aubrey quickly reeled off Harry's words in french to Mr Alarie, a fake smile on her pink full lips as she tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, glancing at the ground for a moment to gather herself.

"Mr Alarie is someone that a client of mine is doing business with, we've been working together." Aubrey murmured towards Harry before she shifted awkwardly in her spot.