Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 63.

A/N: These will be short (at the end) from now on, for no particular reason! Chapter questions will still be asked at the end!

This was definitely one of my favourite chapters to write, so I hope you enjoy it! Please don't forget to VOTE and COMMENT! It really means so much to me that you do so.

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Songs for the chapter (I felt like they all fit so wonderfully!):

Wild Thoughts - Harry Styles' Cover
Sugar Sugar - The Archies
Miss You - The Rolling Stones
Nobody But Me - Michael Bublé
Marry Me - Train

Harry's POV.

The past few weeks have been stressful for the both of us. Aubrey and I's classes are pretty similar in times this term, which solves a lot of time separation and transportation troubles between us. The plus is that I've been spending lots of time with her. The main dilemma however, is that I've also spent a lot of time with Eric.

Aubrey and I were assigned a partner project for our anthropology class together. Thankfully for large lecture classes, we could choose whoever we wanted to work with. Then there was my own girl, who had her 'old friend' who wanted to catch up on their lives, since they've been apart for a whole year. Of course, he's been 'catching up' for several days now, and clearly won't ever hit present time. Another 'hobby' of his, is to relive their 'old days' from their first year together. Sarcasm has been my best friend since he arrived.

"That looks really good Bri." The Prince spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Bloody hell.

Aubrey had to work on her whole term painting, since she hasn't had too much time to work on it lately. I figured that I'd join her in her studio after class and do some work on my laptop that Liam needed. He'd been nagging on me for a couple days and I promised I'd have things checked over and sent back to him by the end of today. The cherry on top though, was Eric also joining us, to 'work on his project' as well. I knew it was an excuse to squish himself in between spending some quiet quality time with my fiancé just to be in the same room as her - and to make his presence clear to me.

"Um, thanks Eric." Her voice was evident that she was bothered by the use of that repulsive word that he attempted to nickname her with. She hated that name, and as 'her friend', he should know that. She never said anything to him because she didn't want to be mean. I talked about it multiple times with her, but she won't actually budge and tell him. Then again, maybe it's a good thing. Aubrey constantly cringing from the use of one word that bugs her from him, could always lead to the advantage of just telling him to bugger off.

"Eric, you mind? I'm trying to work here." I swiftly interrupted, before giving him a chance to reply to her. He needed to shut up. I saw a brief curl on her lip from where I was sitting, in which I could tell she was thankful.

Aubrey loved to draw and she loved to paint. In any of those activities, she loved complete silence. She loved to listen to her thoughts, listen to her heart, and let out her emotions. If someone else was there or spoke, she always struggled with doing anything. Even I knew this and I could be a constant distraction to her. Sometimes she loved my presence around her, but I knew that I had to be doing something else, otherwise she'd feel like she's been watched.

An hour later, Eric started to mumble random words, and deeply sighed. He looked around the room, to where our eyes met, then they quickly travelled over to where Aubrey sat. Her paintbrush had stopped moving from his semi-silent obnoxious sound. He'd interrupted her.

"Are you guys hungry? Do you want to get something to eat - Aubrey?" Arse.

"No actually, I'm okay." She replied kindly and placed her brush on the bar, then turned her head to face him.