Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 28

It was the first time Harry and Aubrey would be seeing each other again since they had met last week.

Obviously in order to arrange the meeting they had exchanged a few formal messages, as well as a couple of wooden conversations over the phone. But to see each other again, face to face, especially back at Timothee's house, where they had actually argued last time. It was nerve-wracking .

So when Aubrey opened the front door, Harry tried with everything he had inside of him not to react the way his body wanted him to.

But it was much harder than he had anticipated.

Because as soon as his green gaze met Aubrey's beautiful face and sexy frame, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

The nervous smile that formed on her pouty mouth when they locked eyes showing Harry that she was just as rattled as he was.

Which was right.

Because she was.

In fact, Aubrey's stomach squirmed with such a powerful mixture of anxiety and excitement, that as soon as her gaze landed on Harry, her thundering pulse almost couldn't take the speed of her heartbeat.

Just seeing him again made her entire body tingle.

Just being near him made her feel the absolute thrill of being completely terrified and yet utterly happy all at once.

It was torture.

Gut-wrenching torture.

Harry was so close, but Aubrey could never touch him.

He looked so good, so beautiful, yet she would never be able to tell him that.

He made her feel like no one else could...

but he would never be hers ever again.

And it was the most tragic and painful feeling Aubrey had ever experienced.

"Hi." She was the first to speak, the sound almost breaking from her throat.

"Hey." Harry greeted in his usual raspy tone while casually stepping into the house, the sound of his deep voice making Aubrey's stomach flutter.

His tall strong body almost touching hers when he headed past her in order to get deeper into the house. The sweet yet musky scent of his cologne practically hitting every sense she possessed as he walked. Her teeth involuntarily biting down on her lip in order to stop herself from releasing a sound of relief at how good he smelt.

She was already within inches of him and it was as though Aubrey had become a wild animal ready to mate. Just the smell of Harry created a wetness between her thighs and made her body prickle to life.

Or perhaps she was just a crazy person secretly sniffing the man she loved.

A man who was engaged to someone else.

"Is Tim home?" Harry asked, glancing around the house. Trying to seem relaxed and settled about the very idea of being alone with Aubrey, when he was anything but.

"Um, no." Aubrey told him while gently closing the door behind them. "He's on a lunch date— but he should be back soon." Her eyes looking over at Harry as his focus continued to glance around at every single thing in the house, except her.

"A date?" Harry pressed, cocking his brow as he wondered further into the living room, still not looking at Aubrey.

"Yes." Aubrey clarified, timidly tucking her hair behind her ears as her soft gaze carefully studied Harry. Clearly noticing his odd behaviour, but also seizing the opportunity to enjoy the view of him. His tanned muscular legs and hearty thighs on full display as they were dressed in a pair of plain black shorts. Accompanied with a white beat up Rolling Stones t-shirt that practically moulded to every curve and ripple of his broad torso. His vintage Ray-Ban sunglasses pushing his curls back as they rested in his wild chestnut hair.