Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 29

3 Years Ago...

"Listen, I'm really sorry for the intrusion. I didn't think that Harry would have comp..." Timothee's cocky swagger and teasing words practically faded into dust as soon as his eyes landed on Aubrey.

Just a few seconds ago when a rather messy-haired, flushed Harry frantically explained to him in the hallway that he had a girl over, one that wasn't in their line of work, or even in their universe for that matter. A girl that Harry had not long met and therefore wanted to warn Tim to be nice and not make her feel awkward— Especially when Aubrey was so easily spooked. The last thing Harry needed was Tim embarrassing her, particularly right after they had just gotten so hot and heavy. He didn't want anything to ruin the progress they had made.

Because he wanted more of it.

He wanted more of Aubrey.

So much more.

But following their short and abrupt conversation, the last thing Harry's guest had expected to see when he walked into the living room was the absolute knock-out blonde that was sitting on the couch, staring wide eyed at him.

A beauty that was impossible to forget... even after an entire year.

"Aubrey?" Timothee tilted his head, his tone in disbelief as he bathed in every inch of her gorgeous image, the corner of his lips curling upwards.

"Uh, you know—" Harry tried to step in, utterly confused— But Aubrey beat him to the punch before he could even finish his sentence.

"Timothee?" She matched his shock as she slowly, and reluctantly, rose to her feet. Her hot cheeks flushing a little darker, if that was even possible. The surprise and embarrassment bursting inside of her almost making her physically tremble.

Her body still very much humming and quivering from the erotic moment she and Harry had just shared, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. It was as though she felt worried that their arousal could still be sensed in the air, like the lingering smell of sex. The moans and dirty words they had just said out loud only a few minutes before feeling like they had been soaked into every inch of the room.

However now with the added shock of seeing Timothee, a blast from the past, standing right in front of her in Harry Styles's house. Well, it was enough to send Aubrey fucking haywire. Her fake smile doing it's best attempt to ignore the humid glow of her skin and the still very soaking wet heat between her legs.

"How the hell do you guys know each other?" Harry's voice tore Aubrey's eyes away from Tim so she could meet his extremely lost gaze. His sharp green focus fleeting between her and Timothee, his expression representing something that looked as though he was being left out of an inside joke.

"We met in Paris." Aubrey filled Harry in softly, her eyes pleading innocence before she moved her attention back to Tim. Her hand instinctively coming out for a handshake just as Timothee seemed to open his arms out for a hug.

FUCK.

An almost agonizing cringe ripped through Aubrey. Which only grew more violent when her and Timothee then proceeded to do what can only described as a kind of awkward dance. Both of them stuttering between handshakes and hugs until they eventually ended up clasping their hands together in order to shake, while at the same time also doing a rather stiff half-hug.

It was one of the most uncomfortable and embarrassing things Aubrey had ever experienced.

And the whole encounter did not go unnoticed by Harry.