Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Epilogue

TRIGGER WARNING. SENSITIVE SUBJECT DISCUSSED.

1 Year Later...

"Can I um, talk to you about something?" Harry hesitantly asked once he had emerged from the kitchen with two glasses of water.

His glistening body heading back to the couch Aubrey was still on before he perched himself on the coffee table in order to face her. The formality of his stature and the cautious, rough tone in his voice instantly prickling her attention.

He suddenly seemed...

Nervous...

The lust and heat that filled his eyes only moments ago now replaced with brimming anxiety. Aubrey's own eyes connecting curiously with his when he handed her one of the glasses. Her confused face still flushed pink from their recent fuck. Her hair a mattered mess. Her still naked body glowing and sticky under the soft blanket Harry had covered her with before he had left the room.

Aubrey continued to hold Harry's gaze as she lifted the glass to her lips so she could sip the ice cold water. Harry's big hand then taking it from her once she was done before he placed it on the table.

His lean frame wearing only his tight black briefs.

Aubrey wanted to admire him.

She wanted to kiss him. Fuck him again.

His half naked form so delicious it made her ache for him even after just having him. He made her salacious.

No amount of him would be enough.

Their attraction so powerful it made Aubrey desperate sometimes. She couldn't even imagine how she went so long without him before; the very idea now made her feel crazy with need.

And so blissfully happy that she had him again.

His smile. His intense eyes. His curvy pink lips. His sharp jaw. His body. Oh, his body. Just thinking about his lean ripped torso made her feel hot.

But right now it felt so wrong to objectify him.

Because the way he acted was suddenly making her feel sick.

His knee bouncing as he ran a palm through his tousled brown curls. His mind running so fast it made his focus shift around the room. His face haunted. A frown adorning his beautiful features as he shifted to rest his forearms on his thighs, cracking his knuckles out of nerves.

He had asked Aubrey to talk but he hadn't said a word since. And he now wanted to do anything but.

And Aubrey's thoughts could do nothing but spiral; Was he ending things with her? Had she done something bad? Was he not happy?

Had their journey finally come to an end after they had only just rekindled their romance?

Aubrey wanted to kick herself for letting her guard down and allowing herself to be happy and content. She felt foolish for letting herself love Harry. For letting herself believe that he loved her. She wanted to—

"Have I done something wrong?" Aubrey's soft voice blurted out weakly, breaking the silence that had built between them.

She couldn't stand the anticipation anymore.