Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 2

Yes, fucking some random guy was the last thing Aubrey needed. But that didn't mean she didn't want it.

The last time she had sex was almost 6 fucking months ago. Back when she was in a semi-serious relationship with her ex. And since her breakup Aubrey had just gotten reacquainted with her own fingers or the vibrator that Sofia had bought her last Christmas as a 'joke', but knowing full well that Aubrey would use it.

It had been a few hours since Aubrey ended her call with Sofia, and all she had done is take a much needed nap, order room service, and go through some of her work emails. What a thrilling Friday evening, Aubrey couldn't help but think as she popped the cork on a bottle of Chardonnay she discovered in the minibar.

Once she had filled her glass with the crisp alcohol she headed back over to her bed before slumping down on it. She grabbed hold of the TV remote in order to aimlessly flick through channels before looking out of the wide window of the hotel room. Her eyes taking in the fact that the sun was now almost completely set on another miserable September day. The rain from earlier had calmed, now just a slow drizzle instead of the monsoon of water it was earlier. The not so distant ocean looking practically black in the dim light as whispery grey clouds drifted above.

Aubrey sighed and took another long sip from her wine, the dry flavour and light scorch igniting her tongue as the alcohol already began warming her blood. She glanced down at her phone as it rested on top of the covers next to her. Her hand reaching out to scoop it up where she unlocked it and began swiping through her social media out of boredom. Tired of seeing the usual fake news and pointless posts she finally flicked off her Instagram, her eyes now gazing over her home screen. She was just about to lock her phone again and toss it back on the bed but one of her apps caught her attention.

Pinder.

She had downloaded it few months ago when she had a drunken night with Sofia. Sofia had pushed Aubrey into creating a profile so she could meet a casual guy and have some fun. But when Aubrey actually found a few matches, she found herself completely uninterested in having conversations with them, let alone meeting up, thus she ended up abandoning the app. She was far too busy for dating anyway. Plus the whole concept of online dating made her feel incredibly awkward and intimidated.

Aubrey bit down on her bottom lip before pursing her lips to the side, brushing a few fly away hairs behind her ear as she tucked her legs underneath her and straightened up her back. In order to gather some courage she poured the rest of her wine down her throat before placing it on the side table next to the bed. Her thumb hovering over the Pinder app before she eventually tapped on it, her green eyes gazing over it with an expression on her face that made her look like she was delving into a secret.

Before long Aubrey was half way through her second glass of wine, her body lazily lying on it's side as she swiped through what felt like the entire male population of the Isle of Roda. The wine had well and truly taken over her head, her body feeling more relaxed and sluggish as she focused on her phone. Her pouty mouth occasionally muttering comments about the men that appeared on her phone, some making her pull her face at their extremely forward profiles.

"For god sake..." Aubrey sighed with an eye roll after reading about a guy named James whose '33, married, but looking for a bit of fun on the side'. "His poor wife," she huffed and then flicked the repulsive boy off her screen.

After a few more minutes of going through more profiles of guys who either looked full of themselves, or had written something arrogant or disgusting on their profile, Aubrey finally came across a profile that intrigued her.

There were no photographs, not a single one. Which was strange. Her eyes dusting over the simple male profile icon showing up with his name and info written underneath.