Chapter 40 "Slow?"

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(Harry’s POV)

I crawled over her kissing her lightly on the lips, “Aubri, wake up.” I whispered. She smirked but still pretended to be asleep. I ripped the duvet down, exposing her legs, as they immediately curled into her chest. I chucked a little then straightened her legs, grabbing the back of one and wrapping it around my waist. “Wake up, Baby.” My fingers trailed gently up and down her thigh.

“That feels good.” She mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…”

I slowly moved my hand up between her thighs, “What about this?”

“Mmmhm…” She groaned when I touched her in just the right spot and moved closer, wordlessly asking me to do it again. I smiled against her forehead. I love how she basically melted when I touched her, like I was the only one that could do that to her. “Keep going.”

“You have to get up. The fashion show is today.” She groaned pulling my hand away and wrapping it around her instead. I hugged her and kissed the bridge of her nose, “Aren’t you excited?”

“I’m excited for it to be over.” She mumbled. “Are you coming?”

Shit. “I…I’ll try…” I felt her deflate around me, and it broke my heart a little. I wish I could just reschedule races, or just go when I want to. It was draining to choose between racing and Aubri, and I think she was starting to realize that I will always choose the racing. If I don’t it’ll cost me my life; but she didn’t know that. She just knew, over the past five days, I haven’t been right next to her as she fell asleep, and that upset both of us. “I’ll be there all day though...with you; for set ups and that shit.”

“Alright.” She’s upset; I can tell by her voice.

“I’m really going to try my best, Aubri. You know I will.”

“I know.” She slipped from my arms and walked out of the room, probably to the bathroom. She was really upset. So much for trying to be a good boyfriend, Harry. The worst part was that I coudn’t change anything. I can fix my shitty personality, or act a certain way, but I can’t change a race. I have to be there or they’ll find me..I’m completely trapped.

“Are any of the boys coming?” Aubri’s voice said from the hallway.

“I don’t know, babe” I groaned a little too harshly. My eyes moved to her standing in the doorway, with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, giving her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“It’s fine.” Then she just walked away. I squeezed my eyes shut for a split second before pushing myself off the bed and following her into the bathroom. She didn’t turn to look at me when I walked in, but I stepped towards her anyway. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, looking at our reflections in the mirror. She wouldn’t let herself smile, even though I knew she liked when I did this.

“Look at us…” I mumbled in her ear, nibbling at the back. We met each other’s eyes in the reflection and I smiled at her, “We look nice together, don’t you think?” She rolled her eyes but agreed as I hugged her tighter. “You don’t need me there; everything’s going to go perfectly.”

“Yeah…” 

I kissed her neck and locked eyes with her again, “You really want me there, huh?” She nodded. “Well maybe if you make a wish at 11:11 I’ll be able to make it.”

“I always make that wish.”

“That I’ll come to the fashion show?”

“No, that you’ll come back safe…that you’ll come back to me.”

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