Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 77.

A/N:

re·veal:

The definition of this chapter.

Journal entries are continued through most of this chapter ... 

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Songs for the chapter:

You Are My Love - Liverpool Express
Fireproof - One Direction

Aubrey's POV.

January 25th, 2017.

June 2nd, 2017.
That is the day we chose for our wedding. We've finally finalised the most important date of our lives. Aubrey was incredibly happy when we set it; but what she didn't know was how ecstatic I was. The emotions that ran through my body, were something that I'd never felt before. And it's not because I technically know the day when the two of us will be in each others embrace for the first time in a whole new way, that neither of us have experienced yet. It's a day that's much more than that. I truly don't know what those emotions and feelings are to be completely honest. All that I know is that they are incredibly pure and sensational.

But damn, what she did to me today, I wished I could have done more than just a love bite. Her small little 'harmless' gesture stirred things up inside me that I thrived for. Any time she did things like that, it excited me knowing that she had a little fiery beast inside her that I couldn't wait to explore. 

'It's not the chocolate I want for dessert, it's you.'

Bloody hell Aubrey. I don't think I'll ever forget that. Eric definitely deserved to see that little mark though, she was mine; and I was hers.

Oh if she only knew the feelings I was feeling — the thing is, she probably already knows, because I'm sure she has the same for me. 

—//—

January 26th, 2017.

I don't think I've ever been nervous or scared like this before. 

I have a strong feeling of who it is that's sending these damn messages, but it still doesn't make sense to me as why they're doing it. I mean, that person was part of my life for quite some time and I don't think I'll ever forgive them for anything.

It's clear that they're following me. How else would they have known about the arse and the fact that Aubrey was asleep right next to me — unless they're some sort of crazy arse, psychotic psychic.

I need to confirm who this person is. I won't be able to relax until I do that. I'm just hoping that what I do, won't harm Aubrey in any way. I'm messed up big time already by things that eat up inside me, and this, will just be disastrous. How on earth can you make coffee for one, when she's in the room Harry? Were you out of your damn mind. 

Yes. Yes I was. Shit.

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My cheeks flushed when I remembered the love bite he left me. My fingers travelled along the path, up to the same exact place he left it. It was a memory I could never forget. I remember my own hormones were all out of whack that day, but it made for some 'harmless' fun. I closed my eyes, recalling the moment over and over again in my mind. I felt the smallest smile tug at my lips. 

Unfortunately though, what happened earlier on that same day, was the start of the tension between us. The start of what, whatever this is right now. If it weren't for those messages and that mystery person, we wouldn't be here right now. Maybe he wouldn't have been as stressed. Maybe Harry never would have cheated on me. There's so many maybe's that I just want to remove from my mind, but I couldn't. I hate being stuck in my own mind. I huffed at my own thoughts.