Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 24.

Harry's POV*

What a day. This has been an absolute insane day.

How on earth is Aubrey dealing with all of this. Did I actually try to pull a major move on her right now? She's completely vulnerable, I'm glad that she stopped it, I really am. I'm supposed to comforting her and instead I take that to almost the complete extreme of comfort. She just was so breath taking and just simply intoxicating at that moment. Damn. I think I'm the worst boyfriend. 

I looked over to find Aubrey cuddled up beside me. Sleeping the way that she always does, a hand under her pillow and scrunching her knees up together. She was fast asleep, barely finishing the first show, her eyes were completely shut, and way past through in her dreaming stage. Slightly moving a little bit, her right arm moved up towards her face. 

The moon was still too bright, there were no clouds to cover it up. It was just there, the very brightly lit moon. I probably had about a few hours worth of sleep. The sky seems lighter, so maybe I had more. This jet lag is one of the worst I've ever had, then again, I've never travelled this much in one trip before. My eyes are just wide awake. 

What to do. What to do?

I turned off the television that was still on, but the sound was off. I kept lowering the volume until Aubrey feel asleep. I got out of bed, I got my bag and pulled out my journal. This was the only thing that I could think of doing, which wouldn't cave my thoughts at the moment. 

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"Harry? Harry, wake up." A voice was speaking softly. Was I dreaming? I let out a muffled noise, but I didn't know if it actually made a word or not. 

"Harry?" The voice was a little clearer now. "Did you fall asleep?" Aubrey's voice was still soft, but it made me realize that I actually was awake, and not asleep. I opened my eyes a slowly, there was brightness that kept increasing. It was almost blinding, so I closed my eyes again to be able to see again. Stretching out my arms, they were folded down onto a book. I probably fell asleep while I was writing. I let out a large yawn and attempted to open them back up again, this time it was successful. 

"Hey, is it morning?" I looked up at Aubrey who was staring back at me. Her rich green eyes were glowing with a little hint of gold just glimmering throughout. Her eyes then shut as she yawned in response to my earlier action. I smiled as her eyes squeezed tightly together then softened. 

"Yeah, it's almost nine o'clock. I just woke up." She said lifted her hand, then rubbed her eye. 

"It is? Well, I guess it's better than being nine at night." I said with a smile. Getting up from my uncomfortable position, I stretched out my arms, and back. Quickly moving back, I closed my journal, and looked up to see if Aubrey was paying attention. She wasn't. Her mind was in a completely different place, as she stared into complete blank space.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her as my stomach had begun to growl. 

"Hm?" She shook her head and focused her eyes onto mine. "Yeah, I guess so." Aubrey moved towards the window that was facing the lake. She opened the blinds and back out into blank space.

"You must me, we haven't had a proper meal for a while now." I got up and neared her, putting my arms around her waist. I squeezed tightly and she put her head back against my chest. I looked over, her eyes were closed. 

"You know, I don't know what happened. How did all of this happen in such a short amount of time? Meeting you, getting a job in London, moving there, having to deal with my grandpa's death with no one around me, and being here with you right now." Her words were soft, but took a lot of energy as she ended with a deep breath.