Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 35.

Aubrey's POV*

After our emotional chat, we both had a non-verbal decision to change the subject. Everything that he has gone through, it aches my heart. Whenever I hear something new, or in the past, they both hurt just as much. He asked about how my day went, I started with my work story. He commented a few times about Charlie and his "antics" to try and talk to me about non-work related topics. Every time, I told him that there was none of that sort. He grinned and I teased him about his jealous self. He agreed with me about the fact that he doesn't really fit up to the standards of the Nicholson company, which is when a thought crossed my mind.

"Harry?"

"Yeah love."

"If we're saying that Charlie doesn't fit up to the standards of Nicholson Publishing, then how did I manage? What gave you the sureness that I would be good at my job?" I tilted my head in wonder and Harry changed his expression from a grin to a smirk.

"Remember the first day you came with me to work and Nicholson saw that sketch you drew?" I nodded. "Well, if he saw that you had potential based off one sketch, then you definitely have what it takes. And babe, you definitely proved us all that you are worthy of the job you do."

I smiled and he mimicked my action. He then gave me a look and I saw his fingers creep up to reach my back and I pushed them away with all my force until he surrendered. We both laughed until he was able to catch his breath and then asked me what else happened during my day.

The topic of conversation changed to the video chat with my mum. It wasn't something that he expected from me, but then remembered that things were all resolved between us. I giggled at his forgetful memory. He asked if I told her about our previous unhappy moments together, as it was "something you would generally tell your mother", but I lied and told him that I didn't. It was mostly true, except for one. I told him that I mentioned the dinner and that she was quite impressed with what he had been doing.

"And what exactly have I been doing?" He smirked.

"For one, you treated me to the loveliest dinner."

"Just the dinner? That's what I'm worth to you? A dinner?"

"Ha-ha! Harry, stop!" I stopped his hands, yet again. "You're being impossible."

"Well, I'm showing my new impossible side then."

"Oh shush. Now let me finish. Where was I?" I pushed him back, as I tried to remember, and he chuckled. "Yes, the dinner, which was wonderful. Secondly, you've gave me a boost of confidence, which she was thrilled about. And th—"

"Boost of confidence?" His eyes widened in question then smiled. "Ahh, the clothes."

"Yep. She wanted proof, so I sent her a couple of images, and the one we took at dinner."

"What'd she say?"

"Read for yourself." I got up to get my phone that was placed on the small table by the door and sat back down in my previous position. I passed the phone to Harry with a smirk. I could see him open the messages and his expression changed multiple times, I couldn't help but laugh.

"H-Harry" I said between laughs, until he finally looked up.

"Wow, your mum is sure, uhm," He paused and raked his fingers through his hair. I could tell that he had a hard time to figure out what to say. "Colourful?"

I continued to laugh and he followed along with me. "Is she serious?"

"Always!"

"What is this?!" He exclaimed with a confused, shocked, and funny look.