Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 34

"Oh, my god." A dramatic voice made Aubrey's eyes leave the side of Harry's face. Her focus zoning in on the owner of the outburst as they quickly approached.

Dakota.

"You look absolutely stunning." She gushed out at Aubrey while stepping right in front of her.

"Thank... you." Aubrey responded quietly. Utterly taken back even further when Dakota spontaneously wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. "You look—beautiful." Aubrey blurted out in return, her mouth practically buried in Dakota's thick dark hair as she reluctantly returned the hug, her arms gingerly resting on Dakota's back.

Her green eyes then looking up over Dakota's shoulder, suddenly spotting Harry again. He was still standing next to the bar, only he was now holding two drinks and looking right at her, completely bewildered. His lips parted slightly and his face looking flustered as he stared in shock at Aubrey and Dakota.

When their embrace ended, Aubrey forced her focus away from Harry so she could return it to Dakota. Her own pale tired green eyes meeting Dakota's vibrant blue ones, the intense colour practically sparkling like freshly made sapphires.

Aubrey's stomach lurched.

Jealousy seeping in.

Dakota's beauty so undeniable. She was perfect.

Her pale skin so flawless and creamy that it made her appear youthful and angelic. She was like a porcelain doll. The glossy waves of her inky coloured hair shimmering under the sunset. Her love-heart shaped lips stained with a ferrari red and her eyes coated with a simple, expertly done, winged eyeliner.

Her lean body elegantly clothed in a floral floor- length dress. The deep v-neck cut dipping right down between her superb breasts, the shape and size of them no more than a handful, much smaller than Aubrey's. But it didn't matter, she still had one killer cleavage. Aubrey could even see a glimmer of a stippling patterned tattoo that looked like it covered the whole underneath of her breasts.

Aubrey knew Dakota Myers had a fair few tattoos, she was almost famous for them.

The burlesque styled tattooed chef that everyone wanted to fuck.

She was perfect for Harry, it's probably how they first got talking. Bonding over their love of tattoos.

Aubrey couldn't help but think that maybe they had even had tattoos done together? Maybe even matching ones?

The thought made her stomach twist again, the green eyed monster deep down inside of her clawing at her organs and biting at her stomach— Desperate to get out.

Dakota was even taller than Aubrey, much taller. She was like a fucking supermodel. Legs for days, flat stomach, every part of her in perfect proportion. Her body so ideal that Aubrey bet that everything she wore looked so good on her. She could probably make rags look hot.

Her dress so romantic that she looked like she had just fallen out of a eighteenth-century romance novel. It was classy and pretty. Even with it's long sleeves and floaty material that reached her feet, Dakota still made it look so sexy.

She left her body to the imagination of others... and Harry.

Aubrey wanted to shudder.

Here she was, standing next to someone like Dakota, everything practically on display. She may as well have been naked.

If everyone knew that her and Harry actually used to go out, the whole party would probably be calling her a desperate slut.

"It's good to see you again, how are you doing?" Dakota beamed at Aubrey, her kind face as always looking so genuine.