Please read A/N at the end! You may now carry on...
Aubrey's POV*
Harry stood in front of me, a slight distance away. His eyes looked like they were trying to show sympathy, but he was failing at getting that across. I had no idea what was going on in his mind and why he was acting the way he was. I needed to know the answer, but I was afraid to find out.
"Hi." His tone was emotionless.
"Hi." I replied softly. Maybe if I show some care, he'd open up.
"Did you have dinner?" That's not what I expected.
"I made some chicken and veggies. Well, it wasn't enough for the both of us, but I left you half. It's on the counter for you." He turned his head slightly to see, then back at me.
"Thank you." His body moved away and into the kitchen. He washed his hands, grabbed a fork from the drawer, and took the plate to the dining table, then sat down. I looked blankly at him, he wasn't saying a single word that was relevant to our emotions or thoughts. He ate in silence. I knew he wanted to say something, but he was hiding it; whatever it was.
I turned my back around for him to be able to eat properly. I kept thinking the same things over and over again, replaying the moment between us, everything that happened just didn't make any sense. I heard the water run in the sink, then shut off as he placed his plate in the dishwasher. He turned on the kettle, which I'd already filled water into it earlier. I could feel him standing not to far from me, his eyes on me again. This time, it was me that was going to start the conversation.
"So, are you going to actually say anything?" I crossed my arms as I faced him.
"Like what?" His response was cold.
"Harry, honestly? That's all what you have to say?"
"What am I supposed to say?"
"Explain the fact of what happened last night? Or what didn't happen?"
"The fact is that we didn't sleep together, I'm sorry. Is that what you want? An apology, well, I'm sorry."
"You've got to be bloody kidding me." He stayed silent, no expression on his face. There was slight irritation, but nothing else. "Where did you go today?"
"To someplace that I feel at home."
I felt like he stabbed a knife straight through my heart.
"And what is 'here' exactly? Is this not home anymore?"
"It is, but -"
"But what? What the hell Harry? What is going on with you?"
"Nothing! Nothing is going on with me!"
"Yes, something is and you won't tell me!"
"Aubrey just -"
"Just what Harry? Here is not where you feel at home anymore. Apparently you want to be 'just friends' with me; or not - whatever the heck that even means. You just up and leave me when we were having such an intimate moment together. What, is all of this because of that? Because we were just 'caught up in the moment'? And then you come back to the hotel drunk? Why all of this? Just why?" I almost broke down in tears, but I held them in.
"I didn't know you were awake."
"Of course you didn't and even if you knew, would that make it any different? You still said what you said."
"Yes, but -"
"You know what? I'm done with your 'buts', Harry. Tell me what you meant with everything you did."
"I can't."
"Yes you can. I've had it with your excuses and the fact that you keep running from the topic as if there's nothing wrong.
All he did was stare at me. I paused to take a good look at his face, which it started to look like it had started to break down. "Tell me or we're done."

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