It's been a week already of just hiding out in your parents house. Harry has been out twice to go fishing and grocery shopping with your mom.
You on the other hand stayed locked in your room. There's something about your coworkers not knowing what a 2 week vacation is. You spent the first week eating chips and typing out ideas for your next magazine.
"Hey babe. Almost done?" Your husband asks for the millionth time this week. "No" you groan continuing to type your thirteenth paragraph. All of the sudden you see a large hand reach out and shut your laptop.
"Harry! What the hell." I scream trying to open the laptop to see if the 3 last paragraphs you didn't get to save were still there. I was very pissed at Harry. How dare he!
You feel a rant bursting.
"Why would you do that?! I'm nothing but patient with your work that takes months to write and more months to produce then you leave for 8 months after that! I hate you so much right now! Get out of my room, now!" I screamed. Your face was red and your eyes were swelling as you were about to start crying because of what you said. It was all true though.
"Are you fucking done?" He asks crossing his arms as he leans against your not so sturdy white study. He pushes himself up and the table leg snaps, making the table and Harry fall to the floor.
You can care less about the laptop as you run to your husband.
"Harry, are you okay?" You ask kneeling next to him and checking the back of his head. After you check if he's okay, you let out a small laugh but cover your mouth quickly when he glares at you. Soon for him to fall into laughter as well.
I grab his face and watch as his face glows with color unlike when he came in the room, feeling dull and looking pale. I lean in and kiss his mouth. "I'm sorry." I say moving to straddle his hips.
He grabs onto my thighs and leans in for another kiss. "Me too. I'm sorry that I leave you for months and that I'm stopping you from doing things. I just want to be able to give you the world."
"No, baby. You are my world. You're my everything. I don't need anything else but you." I say leaning my forehead against his.
"I'll stop touring if you want." He whispers as your head slips into his neck. "No. No, that's not what I want. I just... I just want you to... I don't know." You sigh.
"Quit your job. Baby, I make a lot of money to support us. We can travel the world and make music together. I know that's your true calling, not computers and skyscrapers. I trust you, now trust me when I say this will make you happier." He whispers into my cheek. I shut my eyes and think.
"On one condition." I speak. He tenses but then relaxes as I sit up on his lap and take his hands. "We at least have to have one baby before we're thirty. You will take a long break and we'll go live at the Bahamas."
"You got yourself a deal, Mrs.Styles." He smirks leaning in for a kiss.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too y/n."
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Pt 3 coming up soon
