trepidation | h.s

part twenty one

Harry Styles

"My balls." Niall groans for the thousandth time as we go into the dark kitchen.

Lydia had just went upstairs after that whole scenario we just went through. I know she was mad at me but it had to be done. She's lucky it was Niall and I and not actual attackers that would really want to harm her.

Niall gets up on a stool at the kitchen island while I go into the freezer and grab a frozen bag of peas, tossing it to him so he could 'ice his fucking nutsack'—in his own words.

"Thanks for helping me." I say, referring to the plan.

I had talked to him about it a few hours ago, telling him I needed to scare Lydia into using those things I taught her. He basically agreed on the spot because he was bored and had nothing to do.

"I feel bad for the next person who messes with her, because holy shit." he shakes his head, still in pain.

"She's a badass." I chuckle as I grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Do you think she's still pissed at you?" he asks. "Because I think she'll be mad at me for the rest of our lives."

I shrug. "Dunno. I guess I'm gonna go find out." I say, preparing to leave the kitchen. "Goodnight."

"Night, and good luck." he jokes.

I let out a small laugh before I head upstairs, throwing the water bottle up and catching it a couple times out of boredom.

I hoped Lydia wasn't too upset with me. I'm sure she understands that I was trying to prepare her for something big, and even if she is mad, I don't have any regrets. She needed it.

But, she told me she'll have some sort of payback for me. I don't know what that means, but something tells me I'll end up enjoying it.

And she will too, no matter how angry she is.

I get up the stairs and walk down to the bathroom, closing the door and starting to brush my teeth. I wasn't really tired, still kind of amped up from what happened downstairs, but everyone else was going to bed so there was no point in me staying up alone.

I brush my teeth and take a swig of mouthwash, swishing it around my mouth before spitting it out. I splash some cool water on my face and dab it dry with a hand towel, feeling refreshed and ready to crawl into bed with my (probably pissed off) wife.

I walk back down the hall to our bedroom that had its door closed with Lydia inside.

I knock once, just incase she was changing or something and I didn't take her by surprise by walking in, but there was no answer.

I knock again. "Lyds?" I say through the door.

Nothing.

Is she asleep? I cant imagine she'd fall asleep that fast.

I just open the door, worried about the fact that she wasn't answering me.

But when I open it, I notice that the room is dimly lit and right in the middle of the room was a chair.

A chair that had my wife in it, sitting and staring at me with her legs crossed. She was in a red robe, a long one that I'd never seen before.

And she looks pissed.

"Hi, darling." she mocks me, tilting her head with a smile.

I narrow my eyes. "What's this?" I ask, but deep down I knew the answer.

"Just a little something." she shrugs as she stands, walking up to me and putting a hand on my chest. "You seem tense." she reaches behind my body and shuts the door. "Why don't you sit?" she gives me a falsely polite look and gestures to the chair.