Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 30

A/N: Enjoy! 😘

"You know what, I think I'm just gonna stick with the blue dress." Aubrey called out, "this one is too..." Her voice drifting off as she looked at her reflection in the large antique bathroom mirror. Her eyes focusing on her body as she skimmed her palms down the nude satin fabric that clung to ever single dip and curve she possessed. "...Well it's just not me."

"Just come out and let me see it." Tim smiled playfully, his smooth voice coming through the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. His long body slumped in the bedroom where he sat surrounded by a sea of different coloured fabrics and textures.

"No way, its way too revealing." Aubrey shot back, shaking her head even though she knew Tim couldn't see. Her gaze still fixed on her own image in the mirror where she slowly adjusted her posture, trying to check herself over from as many angles as possible.

"Oh, c'mon." Tim gushed out, untangling himself from the many outfits and dresses so he could stand up from the bed and wonder closer to the bathroom. His gaze avoiding the gap in the door, his polite nature giving Aubrey the privacy she deserved, no matter how much he was dying to take a peek. "You may as well still show me, it's the last one."

"Fine." Aubrey huffed, rolling her eyes before she adjusted the dress a little, tugging down the hem and fondling her breasts so they sat right in the fabric before she eventually reached for the door. "Now listen, no offence to Sarah, but this dress is a little bit too slutty and dressy for a housewarming party." She continued as she swung the bathroom door open and stepped into the guest bedroom, a room she was occupying during her stay with Tim.

The sound of him softly chuckling could be heard before he parted his lips to say, "I'm sure you look-- woah." He cut himself short as he reacted honestly to Aubrey's entrance, his eyes growing wide and mouth falling slightly agape.

"It's way too much, isn't it?" Aubrey winced a little, her lips pursing as she studied Tim's expression. Flashes of insecurity flooding every fiber of her being as he fell silent for a moment, his eyes dragging up and down her body.

"What? No. No. Not at all." Tim rushed out after blinking a few times, his eyes moving up to meet Aubrey's once he realized he had very rudely, and obliviously, been oogling at her figure. "You look... stunning, Aubs."

"Shut up, really?" Aubrey said in genuine surprise, her eyes moving from Tim's face to look down at her own body.

"Yes." Tim reassured her thickly, his mouth finally closing as he swallowed the dryness in his throat. A heat stirring deep inside of his stomach when he caught sight of Aubrey's nipples poking through the fabric of the dress, the distracting hard nubs and the way the dress showed off the vibrant shape of her making a shiver run down his spine.

"I can't wear it for tonight though, right?" Aubrey spoke, still feeling unsure as she lifted her head back up to lock eyes with Tim. Just missing the way his daring eyes drank her in like he was hungry for her. "I mean, this is like a 'going to a club' kind of dress." She commented, turning her back to Tim so she could check over and fidget with her reflection again, only this time in the huge wall of mirrors that covered one side of the bedroom. "It doesn't leave much to the imagination either," she tugged on the hem again for the millionth time. "And once again, I mean no offence to your girlfriend, Timmy." She shot out, turning to throw Tim an apologetic look. "I'm sure she looks fucking incredible in this dress—I however feel like a sack of potatoes." She finished with a pout.

"I've told you before, Sarah is not my girlfriend." Timothee began, his words making Aubrey roll her eyes. "Secondly, you do not look like a sack of potatoes, you look beautiful."