Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 26

A/N: Sorry it's later than planned...

The knocking on the door was so erratic and agitated it made Timothee's steps pick up their pace as he headed swiftly across the living room. His heart ticking a little quicker than usual in his heavy chest. The nerves that made his pulse so heightened now turning into full-blown worry.

He was worried about Harry.

Worried he'd hate him for bringing Aubrey here.

Worried he'd would upset Aubrey more than she already was.

So when he swung open the front door and was met with Harry's blazing eyes and stiff expression, he knew he was right to worry.

"Where is she?" Harry demanded barging passed Timothee to enter the house, his eyes scanning the living room for any sign of Aubrey.

"And hello again to you too." Timothee said dryly as he closed the door behind them, his body then turning to face his guest.

"I'm angry with you as well y'know." Harry fired out in response, pointing his index finger at Timothee. His dark eyebrows sunk into a frown as he glared at him, irritation and stress pouring from his tall figure.

Timothee simply sighed, running his long fingers through ruffled hair before he casually placed his hands on his hips. "She's outside." He spoke defeatedly, his head gesturing down the hall.

Then before anything further could be said between them, Harry had already began stalking down the hallway, the anger that burned inside of him almost blurring his vision. His stomach blistering with rage and his heart thumping in his ears when he reached the kitchen. His eyes gazing through the wall of glass as he looked out at the back of the house, his gaze instantly landing on Aubrey.

Without her noticing him, Harry took a few seconds to drink in her image as her body slowly paced by the pool. The illuminated water beaming across her figure that was now only dressed in a pair of tiny black cotton shorts, with her top half draped in a boldly coloured silk kimono. A look of utter anxiety and distress written across the pretty features of her face as she chewed on her thumbnail.

"Please go easy on her." Harry heard an attentive voice behind him, his head turning to look over his shoulder where he saw Timothee standing in the doorway.

"Why?" Harry spoke lowly, his head turning forward again so he could look back at Aubrey. "She didn't go easy on me." The words filled the room so bitterly and full of pain that Timothee couldn't help but wince. His gaze then watching as Harry headed towards the sliding door, his long legs quickly stepping out into the humid night.

"What the hell are you doing here, Aubrey?" Harry barked out as soon as he got to the pool, his booming tone completely startling Aubrey. Her body jolting in surprise as she quickly spun around only to see an incredibly fuming Harry marching right over to her.

"Harry..." His name dumbly left her mouth. Even though she knew he was coming, it still didn't stop her heart from leaping out of her throat. Her stomach tugging with nerves as a mixed feeling of excitement and fear coursed through her when her wide eyes connected with his.

"No. Don't Harry me." He mimicked her soft voice nastily, stopping in his tracks when he reached about a foot away from her, gritting his teeth so violently they almost cracked. "What the fuck are you playing at?"

Harry's now dark eyes bored into Aubrey's, her own stare looking like a dear caught in headlights. She was vulnerable. Nervous. Scared. Her green gaze staring up into Harry's with so much remorse that he almost felt sorry for her. She looked like a lost child.