Crash

Crash: Chapter 4

It's pretty late at night but I really wanted to finish Chapter 4! Maybe it's Aubrey's turn to give you a glimpse into her life...hope to receive some comments and votes soon! xx

~~ 

 Aubrey

Harry unlocked the door to his flat. "Welcome to the Styles Residence," he said with a smirk. The flat was cozy, but a cold feeling of despair hung in the air.  I could tell that Harry was lonely here. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, walking toward the fridge.

"I'll just have water, if that's okay," I stated.  Harry opened his fridge, and I was a bit taken aback by its contents--mostly alcohol. Feelings of nausea came over me as I thought of my father. An alcoholic himself, he taught me why I should stay away from alchohol, just by the way he acted when I was growing up.

My face must have shown my discomfort. "Is everything okay?" Harry asked, coming over to where I sat on the couch. The sound that his beer bottle made when it was opened made me cringe. The pain that my father went through, that my family went through...

"Yeah, fine." I said coolly, not wanting to upset him. 

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" I nodded and he kissed me on the cheek before getting up to find a movie. "What would you like to watch? I think I probably have every movie known to man here," Harry laughed. Unruly strands of hair fell over Harry's eyes as he rummaged through his vast movie collection. He was visually perfect, I realized; his smile could light up an entire room, and his body was almost calling my name. "Rey?" Harry questioned, snapping me out of my daze.

"Oh, I don't know. Whatever you'd like!" I smiled. A wide smile flashed back at me, Harry clearly glad he got to choose. He popped a movie into the player and found a seat next to me. "This is a classic. I'm sure you'll like it." He studied my face and poked my cheek, making me giggle.

"Excuse me, Dimples." I poked him back. "Wow, Bambi? Seriously?" I grinned at him skeptically as the movie began.

"There is absolutely no shame in enjoying a movie from your childhood. And a good one, for that matter." He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I leaned my head on his chest, a comfortably hard surface. We watched the movie, with the exception of Harry getting up for more beer, and some playful banter interjected at times, but mostly in an appropriate silence. 

It was at these quiet moments that I took the chance to study him. His expression had grown grave and hardened as he concentrated on the screen. His rigid jaw would occasionally clench, and a furrowed brow and pouty lips would gradually begin to appear as time passed. He was stunning, even when he didn't realize it. That was part of the fun in analyzing him.

He eventually caught me staring at him, and met my eyes with a secure, but longing gaze. We held eye contact for a long time. An immense hand stroked my wavy hair for a few minutes as we examined each other, searching each other's eyes. It was almost as if he was looking for an answer hidden within me. Slowly closing his eyes, Harry kissed my forehead, and returned his attention to the movie. I did the same. 

The same sort of sequence occurred between us time and time again, the tension in the air crescendoing. It seemed that, in both of us, there was an unspoken knowledge of the other's struggles--we both knew that there was something lying beneath the surface, waiting to rise to the top. But we let it remain there, untouched.

I wanted to help him. I could sense his neediness from the way he tried to so desperately latch onto my heart. But he didn't need to try anymore, because it had worked. I wanted so badly to comfort him and make everything okay again. I just didn't know how. I didn't even know, exactly, what needed repairing, but I knew it was there. 

His barriers needed broken, his walls torn down. I had the strongest feeling that I could be the one to do so.

All in one instance, I reached up to gently grasp Harry's face, pulling it down to me. He beared no resistance to my touch and I kissed him slowly on the lips, waiting for some sort of physical response to my actions. 

The kiss I received back was almost fearful; it seemed as though he was afraid he may hurt me, although he hadn't acted so fragile before. It, of course, became more stimulated, even though he was a bit drunk. In a matter of minutes, our relationship had grown much more meaningful. It was almost as if we had been silently suffering together. I wanted to give Harry the chance to let go of whatever had been troubling him.

He slipped his hands under my legs, still kissing me, and carried me out of his flat. I cupped his face lightly before he broke away. "I hope this was okay. You know, just relaxing a bit," he said, looking at me with tired eyes. "It's probably best that you get home."

"Are you sure? It's not too late, and you haven't eaten," I insisted. I didn't want to leave him alone. He was clearly going to go back inside and drink if I didn't keep an eye on him. He just looked at me with intent, until I added, "I'll drive."

I hopped in the driver's seat. "Come on, I'll take you to one of my favorites! I promise, you won't regret it." His eyes had gotten very red since the beginning of our date. His drunken state was worsening, but I didn't care. I couldn't let him suffer like Daddy.

"Get in. Please." He finally did as I asked, and I prepared myself for an encounter with a past memory.

~~

 okay babes, that's chapter four! what did you think?? please leave a comment, or a vote. Harry will watch Bambi with you and stroke your hair, if you do. xx