Heart Beats Fast

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"I'll come over tomorrow for a bit," Ashton grins. At this moment they were acting slightly shy, happy, and wanting. Last night happened which changed their relationship. They had been together like any two adults would have. Realizing that it wouldn't be the last time.

They didn't need to talk about it. Their morning actions were clear that both had a good time. More touchy feeling with one another. The kissing and the never ending smiles. But like everybody they had to come down that high. They had to continue with their everyday life.

Now, they both stood outside. The cold winter wind was there but lost in translation. It was as if it didn't exist in that moment. Both of them grinning, looking at each other. There were no words said. There was only flirty eyes. Bodies that longed for touch.

Their hearts beating against their chest slightly faster. At a happier beat. Aubrey laughed breaking the silence between them. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy. How exciting it feels in this stage of the relationship.

She kissed him. A kiss that was affectionate. One of those kisses you can't get enough of. She had to step indoors to see what was in store for today. One she would have to get ready—shower and dress. But the teenager in her was still in this kiss.

"If you're finished, then you can step inside." Harry was demanding. It was obvious that he wasn't happy about the scene outside his home. He came out interrupting a moment neither wanted to break.

"Right," Aubrey mumbled. She looked at Ashton again. One last sweet kiss and a sorry which was said with her eyes.

"See you soon." Ashton smiled gently at her. Kissed her one last time.

Harry, still, by the door. Still looking at the couple. He couldn't wait for them to separate, to get some space between them. He knew he was interrupting them. The jealousy in him got the best of him. That green monster in him had him waiting for her return and torturing him with unwanted thoughts. This was a man that he, himself, never knew before. It was a possessive side of him that never existed before.

He was never this man with his wife. Harry can remember feeling protective but not possessive. Sure, Harry would like to show of his wife to the best of her features. Make her feel special. Yet, he never was inclined to show people that she was his. He couldn't recall making a scene.

His wife was a social butterfly. He knew how comfortable she was with people. The only time he would assert that she was his wife was when men were too forward. When they made her uncomfortable. There was rarely ever an occasion in which he had too.

Possession wasn't something he saw as important. No one could own anybody. Everyone had free will. They both understood that. Knowing that they both got married. They understood that whatever part of them which inclined, decided that it was easy to accept each other. He was her and she was his. They would have to work out their lives together.

Early on his wife let him take reigns of their future. People saw him as a top business man but his wife saw the man with insecurities. The man who would seek moments of peace. She provided that. Nanny was playing the same role now. There was something missing in all of this.

"Where are the children?" She asked as soon as the door closed behind them. It would be easier for her to get back to work and ignore his small disturbances in her life.

"They're with their grandmother." It was said too cool for nanny to believe. It felt condescending.

"Since when? You never," she detained herself. It was easier to argue with him than to deal with the aftermath of his anger.

"Alright, I'll get the house cleaned then. Have a nice day Mister Styles."

It was hard for her to maintain her temper. She was usually a patient woman. Lately, it felt like he was trying to talk to her and sometimes he would even try to pick a fight. Nanny caught on early, if not then it be a mess.

"Actually, we need to talk. You didn't come home the last two nights. I was worried. You should've called. Didn't even bother to say 'I'm not coming home'." He was voicing his concern but his demanding, authoritative business side came out. The side that got in her nerves. The only tone she heard, as of recently. The one letting her know that he wasn't pleased.

"Stop, you're trying to argue with me. I'm not going to. And I shouldn't have to call because you're not my father, husband, boyfriend, or family. Not even a friend. So, please, stop." Nanny wasn't going to let him talk to her like a child. Aubrey didn't do anything wrong.

"You live under my house." He knew what he was about to say was wrong but his anger lashed out.

He could remember his parents saying the same thing. No one liked to hear that. It felt like whatever you did wrong or right was wrong. He stopped before he could finish but it was clear he just set her off. Set off like he had as a teen.

"Your house your rules? Grow up Harry. I don't know what you're doing. It's ridiculous that we have to argue over something so simple and not related to work whatsoever. It's my private life. You're my boss. What happens with me outside of work doesn't pertain to you. It shouldn't even concern you. What happens here while I'm on the clock does. Now, I'm going to excuse myself because I don't want to be pissed off at you."

She could scream at him. Could argue with him until her voice hurt, her chest too. There were arguments that could never be won. Usually, because stubborn people don't listen. They rather have their pride than be wrong. Harry was appearing to be that man.

Sure, he had his good side. The side that knew how to converse, how to make you laugh, be a great father, among other things. It could outweigh his prideful moments but for some it was not enough. Nanny couldn't live with that. She was stubborn too. He could not ease her and she could not ease him. They butted heads.

"Talking about being on the clock. I don't want any visitors unless I'm informed." It was his hurt ego talking. He knew over and over again he was crossing a line.

She was too strong or maybe too uncaring. He could say that she was done with him. Done with his childish behavior. In the last few days he could recall her telling him to grow up various times.

"Alright, Ashton will be here tomorrow. You've been informed." She walked away from there pissed at him. Pissed at herself for not leaving when she should have.

"Fuck," he hissed.

He could feel the beat of his heart. He was enraged. He couldn't bear this any longer. Something had to change. It was clear he was losing his wits.

He needed to talk to her without losing his temper. Without bringing up Ashton. Without thinking of his wife. That's the only thing that he's done. Brought up their relationship which angered him.

There were feelings that needed to be sorted. Aubrey could be with him. She belonged with him. She eased his life, made it simpler. It felt like his wife was there all along. No worries about anything.

But she wasn't his wife. Aubrey would never be his wife. And even if she did become his wife she could never be the same. Then why was he so set on her? He need to think. And more importantly he needed a drink.

{a/n}
December 1, 2016
I know I said this was going to end soon and I'm not sure when that is.

Anyways, thoughts?

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