Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 4

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"Um, I'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio, please." Aubrey spoke with uncertainty after glancing over the thick menu laid out in front of her before looking back up at the waiter. She was actually in the mood for red wine, but she didn't want the embarrassment of it staining her teeth throughout the meal.

"Well we actually only do wine by the bottle, miss. And we have a very wide variety of Pinot Grigio's..." He responded with a light accent making Aubrey feel rather embarrassed, she was usually used to just ordering whatever wine was cheapest.

"She'll have a bottle then," Harry stepped in for her, "whichever is your most popular, and I'll have a whiskey— neat, top shelf, whichever is aged the most."

"Of course, sir. I'll be right back with your drinks." The waiter nodded before leaving them alone once again.

Aubrey couldn't help but notice Harry used no manners when he spoke to waiter, nor did he barely look at the guy. His eyes watching Aubrey the entire time, his arrogance seeping out of him.

"So, you're a translator?" Harry asked Aubrey, placing his forearms on the table and leaning closer, the movement making Aubrey's eyes flicker down to his exposed chest, the toned sun-kissed skin making her bite down on her lip as she caught glimpses of dark ink from his tattoos.

Harry hoped the casual question would help calm Aubrey's very obvious nerves, his green eyes dancing over her delicate fingers as they fiddled with the ends of her golden hair.

"Yes," Aubrey finally met Harry's stare, her stomach glittering in the process, her heart still continuing to pound aggressively in her chest. "Mainly freelance, but I um, I have a few regular clients who use me."

"And what do your clients use you for exactly?" Harry's playful tone making Aubrey bite back a timid smirk, allowing him to see a glimmer of herself through her crippling nerves.

"Overseas business deals, merges, things like that. Wherever there is a language barrier really." Aubrey spoke softly, her eyes glancing at the door, begging for the waiter to return with their drinks so she could desperately chug on some liquid courage.

"What languages do you speak?" Harry asked curiously, his mossy eyes flickering over Aubrey's face.

"French, Italian and Spanish." Aubrey listed off, "I'm learning German at the moment."

"Impressive." Harry raised his eyebrows, "you must have a talent for words."

"Guess you could say that." Aubrey spoke before rolling her mouth, her gaze still fixed on Harry's.

"You had a way with words last night." Harry said coyly, wetting his lips before throwing Aubrey a tight lipped, rather suggestive smile.

Aubrey couldn't fight down the blush that crept up and reddened her cheeks further. Her lips parting to respond, but before she could, the waiter had knocked on the door and entered the room, a tray expertly gripped in his hand. After walking over to their table he then placed Harry's whiskey down in front of him before pouring Aubrey a glass of wine and placing the bottle back into the ice bucket. Aubrey thanked him, and before the waiter could take any further orders from them, Harry dismissed him.

Aubrey wrapped her fingers around the stem of her glass and picked it up, bringing it to her lips for a very much needed taste. The crisp flavour instantly coating her tongue as the faint burn scorched her throat. It was delicious. So delicious that Aubrey hadn't noticed that her anxiety and anticipation had caused her to drink almost two thirds of the glass already.