The Writer and the Singer (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 22

     The boys and Aubrey piled into Louis' car and made their way to the cinema. They created a raucous as they made their way down the hall to the correct theater. Harry's hand wrapped around her waist. Aubrey intently observed the other's banter. She felt as if she belonged there with the boys and it was nice to have that comfort. Her eyes fell upon Niall, who wasn't contributing to the conversation and who's eyes were zeroed in on Harry's arm wrapped around Aubrey.

     Aubrey's eyebrows furrowed and her gaze moved to the carpet. Niall had started to worry her in the last few weeks. Every time they hung out they'd share some laughs and an awkward moment would ensue when he expressed his care for her. She had begun to question how deep that care was. Continually she shoved these thoughts away, for she enjoyed his carefree attitude and their light-hearted conversation.

     After finding a row to sit in they slipped out of their coats, Harry assisted Aubrey in doing so. Niall suggested they go buy some popcorn. Aubrey agreed and pulled Harry by the hand to come with her and Niall. "Grab me a bucket of popcorn too, eh?" Louis called as they made their way down the stairs.

"Yup." Aubrey responded.

     Aubrey and Niall grabbed their cups from the employee and raced to the pop machine, leaving Harry waiting for the popcorn. They filled their cups and press the covers over the tops. Turning towards the theater Aubrey crashed into Niall, spilling fizzy drink all over him. "Oh my! I'm awfully sorry! Oh your poor shirt."

"Aubrey, it's fine." He chuckled.

"No it isn't! Of course I picked grape too; I hope it won't stain." She sighed. Grabbing napkins from the counter she said, "Here we go!" Aubrey wiped the stain furiously.

     After a minute she looked up to find Niall looking down at her with great intensity. Her hand ghosted over the stain on his chest, frozen by his stare and realized she'd been rubbing his chest for a solid minute. "Sorry about that." She whispered. Suddenly he was leaning towards her and she couldn't move away. Her stomach tightened and her breath quickened. Then his lips met hers. All she could think was no, no, no. She shoved his shoulder but he didn't stop. His actions were feverishly trying to force a response from her but she remained motionless. His tongue broke through the barrier of her lips. She whimpered helplessly, his arms were locked around her allowing no escape.

     A light thud was heard and popcorn flew through the air from the dropped buckets of popcorn. Aubrey's air supply was cut off when she saw Harry gaping at the pair. "What the actual fuck?" His slow words cut through the atmosphere. "I-he-" She fought to find the words to make things ok. "I'm sorry!" She shut her eyes tightly to rid herself of the burning tears behind her eyelids. "H-he kissed me. I-I didn't-" She padded towards Harry, aching for his emotional closeness. In its absence she felt completely alone. He raised his hand, halting her. Hurt coursed through her, but a wave of guilt washed over her as she realized the pain she had inflicted on Harry.

     "I just need some time." He rubbed his forehead and his head fell. Involuntarily her hand reached towards him, creating a visual of the distance between them. With that he turned and walked out the doors. Her hand fell in defeat. The world was lost on her.

"I'm sorry." Niall broke her revere.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Her body was heated with anger and frustration. She stormed out of the building without looking back.

She caught sight of Harry across the parking lot. "Harry! Please just listen to me!" She sprinted to meet him.

Once she reached him he spit out at her, "I saw you kissing him. You can't tell me you have an explanation."

"He kissed me! I didn't kiss him back! I love you Harry, not him. Not anyone else." He looked taken aback. He wasn't expecting a valid explanation. Realizing his assumption was mistaken Harry composed himself. He pressed Aubrey against his car and kissed her more passionately and vivaciously than he knew he was capable of. Aubrey was surprised but quickly reciprocated.

"You're mine." He rasped in her ear. She nodded.

"I'm all yours." It didn't resolve everything, but it sufficed for then.

*Author's Note: Yesterday I woke up to find that 'The Writer and the Singer' had hit 1k!!! I can't thank you enough! This means the world to me<3 The song for this chapter is by the Arctic Monkeys because they are fierce as hell. The picture I attached is perfect for the happenings of this chapter! I am ecstatic about the ideas I have for the chapters to come and can't wait to hear what you guys think. I have another massive plot twist planned. Comment your ideas? I'd love to know your theories. Don't forget to vote please!*