Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 69.

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^It's snowing in London in the chapter, yay! Or...anyway, I love you all, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Song for the chapter:

A Team - Ed Sheeran

Aubrey's POV.

I walked out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body, and stopped in front of the fogged up mirror. I could barely see anything and that's exactly how I felt on the inside. I wanted to let go of the stress of everything that I've been holding onto, flow down the drain into the dirty pipes. I just wished that in reality, that could actually be possible. The only thing that we could really say about that is, 'if only'. Again, the 'what if's' also fit under the same category. The single thing that the warm water running down my naked and vulnerable body, was that it eased the tension in my muscles. It was nothing more. I shook my head to rid my thoughts, causing water to drip down from my hair, onto the hardwood floors. I slipped into some comfortable clothing — mainly my daily wear at home, a t-shirt of Harry's and a pair of leggings. Wearing pyjamas has basically gone out of the window since I stepped foot in our home. Since day one I'd been sleeping in his clothing and it turned out to be a normal tendency for me. I dried my hair, placed the towel back on its hook, and made my way back outside.

Harry was sitting on the couch, my mug placed on the coffee tabletop, steam escaping from the hot water into the cool air. He was thinking about something, while he drank from the tea in his hand. It didn't take long for him to realise that I was leaning by the doorway, just observing him. Somehow, he always had a sixth sense for realising when I was around or watching him. He turned his head to face me and followed along, as I neared him.

"Hey." He said putting the leg he was sitting on, back down on the ground. "Good shower?"

"Yeah. Guess you could say I lost track of time. The thoughts got the most of me." I said as I was about to sit down next to him, but I was pulled onto his lap. He used one arm to wrap around my waist, I took his cup and placed it on the table, then turned slightly to face him.

"It's okay. You don't need to tell me anything. I've been thinking a whole lot as well." He said as he leaned a little bit towards me. I copied his actions and just stayed in that position for a while. I didn't know what his thoughts were, but I'm sure it wasn't about the fact our mid-term exams were right around the corner. He wasn't pushing me to tell him anything more about how I was feeling and neither was I. We were both at the same point and neither of us wanted to tip on over into it. I didn't know if it was a problem, or not. 

I broke free from his grip and reached for my mug. I needed something warm to enter my system. Tea helped me relax, especially when my I needed to clear my head. I took a few sips and felt my entire body unwind a little more from so many knots I was feeling inside.

Harry was always there for me, but there was still so much else going on. Nonetheless, everything that I went through, he was right there beside me. He was my rock that no one else could have. I sometimes doubted myself with feeling that I wasn't the right person for him. I think and say that through the rollercoaster of a life we've both experienced during our lives, and what has happened just in London alone, we did it together; and now we're engaged to be married. I don't think our plan ever faded from the fact that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. In all honesty, I don't even remember when it was made. 

"Better now?" He asked softly. I knew he was watching me as I drank my tea. He tried to read my thoughts, which I think he did. He knew me so well, I think more than I know myself at times.