Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 16

The sound of her phone vibrating against the hardwood of the bedside table made Aubrey eyes flutter open. Her bewildered green gaze staring at the ceiling before she began flickering her eyes around room. Confusion quickly settling in as she lost sight of where she was for a moment. Her surroundings completely unfamiliar and utterly strange to her. So much so that it actually created a little pit of fear to fill inside her stomach.

Where the hell was she?

But suddenly, within seconds, memories of the past 24 hours flowed through her mind like a reel of film. Her thoughts playing out every moment, from her being soaked by the rain as she watched her last chance of getting home sail away from her. To her then being perched on Harry's dining room table. The pads of Harry's long fingers toying with the hot wet mess between her legs.

His swollen lips, lustful eyes, and naked torso completely consuming her mind, her cheeks heating at the memory.

The images caused a wave of arousal to flurry through her. The feeling making her lower stomach clench as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Her body continuing to lie flat on its back, her legs tangled in the sheets as she just took a moment to comprehend everything.

She felt embarrassed and turned on all at once.

The details of her evening with Harry causing this sickening anticipation to build inside of her. Her heart thundering intensely inside her chest the more she pictured it.

What the fuck had gotten into her?

She had never been so daring in her whole life.

But her attraction for the mind-blowing beauty that Harry was, was fucking insatiable. And Aubrey didn't know how long she could last being around him without giving in to—

But the sound of her phone vibrating again shattered all of Aubrey's flustered thoughts. Her head snapping towards it before she leaned up on her elbow to grab it, her tired eyes glancing over the screen just as she swiped to answer it and held it to her ear.

"Sof, hey," Aubrey's voice came out croaky and raw.

"Oh, Brey. Are you alright? I've been calling—"

"I'm so sorry. There was this crazy storm on the island last night and I just couldn't get any signal. I'm fine though, don't worry."

"Thank god." Sofia let out through a breath of relief. "I was so worried. I've been on the phone to your mum for most of the night."

"Shit." Aubrey cussed, fully sitting up in the bed, her free hand running through her thick blonde hair. "I'll call her as soon as I get off the phone with you."

"Are you coming home today?" Sofia asked making Aubrey's face wince slightly before she licked her lips and rolled them together, her response hesitant.

"No." Aubrey admitted with a heavy sigh. "Because of the lockdown they've stopped all public transport from the island. The last ferry left yesterday." She paused, swallowing the emotion in her throat, "I'm stuck here."

"Oh fuck," Sofia slipped out, sounding somewhat taken back. "Are you just staying at your hotel then?" Her question made Aubrey instantly stiffen. Her eyes gazing around the very bright and spacious bedroom she was situated in. A bedroom that was under the same roof as famous movie star, Harry Styles.

Fuck.

Aubrey hated lying to Sofia. But with her brain a mixture of mashed together emotions and hormones, she couldn't even fathom the strength to explain her entire situation. Not even including the whole sexual aspect of it.