Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 37

2 years ago...

In a huff of anger Harry threw his phone on to the coffee table.

The force of it surprising even himself after he picked it back up again, turning it over only to see the entire screen was now shattered. His phone quickly appearing battered and neglected, the evidence of his outburst making him release a painful sigh as he slumped down onto the couch.

However after a few seconds his eyes instead began focusing on the wallpaper picture that continued to glow across the screen, only now it beamed from behind the cracks of broken glass. It was the same photograph that had been on it for almost 6 months now.

Him and Aubrey.

A selfie of them smiling into the camera, both of them groggy from sleep with crazy bed head. Their eyes glimmering with happiness, their grins wide. Harry's smile so big in fact that both of the dimples in his cheeks were visible, while Aubrey's nose wrinkled as she scrunched it up.

They were actually midway through laughing when Harry had snapped the shot of them.

He remembered it so well because as soon as he took the photo he had decided to use it as the lock-screen on his phone, even though Aubrey greatly protested. Her squeals and giggles vibrating off the walls as she tried to wrestle the phone out of his hand. Both of their naked bodies rolling around the bed as they fought playfully. With Aubrey constantly telling him how awful and tired she looked in the picture, embarrassed that he had chosen it to be so public on his phone.

But it was such a wonderful morning. It was such a happy day.

Harry wanted to cherish it forever.

He wanted to be able to look down at his phone and smile as he was reminded of the memory. Reminded of Aubrey. Reminded of the day that she had told him that she wanted more with him. That she wanted to be his girlfriend. That she was falling for him.

Just as much as he was falling for her...

The picture was taken only a few months after the UK Lockdown had been lifted. Harry had finished a photo-shoot in New York and decided to surprise Aubrey by flying to Berlin, where she was spending a few days for work. Which had made her so happy it was then followed by them spending all night locked away in her hotel room.

Fucking.

Talking.

Worshiping each other.

It was bliss...

So how had it all gone so wrong?

How had they gone from nights like that to Aubrey now rejecting his calls?

Even today, every single one of his phone calls today had now gone straight to voicemail.

Where had he gone wrong?

However Harry was torn from his internal anguish, his hand still running through his hair when his phone suddenly vibrated in his hand. A message flashing up that made his heart almost leap out of his chest when her saw the name, but only for his heart to then crumble to floor in a crushed bloody heap when he read what the text said.

My Day 😍: I just need some time, Harry.

Time for what?

What the hell was Harry supposed to do with that information?

It was a stupid argument! It didn't mean anything! It definitely didn't need to lead to Aubrey slipping out of Harry's London town-house in the middle of the night while he was sleeping.

She was being dramatic.

It had been five days. Harry was going out his fucking mind. Since she had gone back to her flat that night he had received radio fucking silence from Aubrey. Well, aside from the odd message to make sure he knew she was okay. But now after almost a week she hits him with 'I just need some time'?

What the fuck!

Anxiety pierced through Harry's blood like hot lead. Worry and doubt clouding every thought and consuming every ounce of his focus. The situation making his heart ache so much that it felt like his entire body was in pain.

Would Aubrey end things?

Was she thinking about it?

How much time did she need?

What was he supposed to do without her?

As Harry sat on the couch that night, a whiskey in his hand and torment in his heart, all he could do was go back to their fight and replay it in his mind. Over and over. Mentally noting every detail. Every word. Every flicker and delicate movement of Aubrey's expression. So desperately trying to see where he went wrong.

It's not like they hadn't argued before. Hell, they argued a lot! It was just the way they were. They were opposites in so many ways and fueled by passion and chemistry-- they were bound to fight.

But Harry loved Aubrey's feisty nature and no bullshit attitude. It was one of his favourite things about her.

Well, and obviously the sex. Which was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

He never felt tired of fucking her. He didn't feel bored or restless. His eyes never wondered or lingered on anyone else.

Aubrey an Harry had known each other for almost a year now and the electricity between them was fucking incredible. They were like fucking magnets when they were together.

Harry craved Aubrey.

He needed her.

So what had been so different about this fight?

A/N: poor Harry! 😣

What do you think is going on with Aubrey???