Secret Affair (Harry Styles)

Chapter Fifty (Ending of Book 1)

Song for the chapter- I Love You; Sonny and Cher I think?

Marrisa Brook-Styles P.O.V

Victoria's mouth hang open in astonishment. I told her what happened that night and she seemed to understand, what surprise her the most is that Harry and Ashton finally get along with each other.

I was surprised too when they first met, Harry would send him daggers until he melts like an ice cream and Ashton would wrap an arm protectively around me, making Harry mad as ever. But that night, Harry and Ashton laugh through their jokes as if it was the best jokes ever made.

It is not funny, I can assure you.

Harry's british laugh and Ashton's Austrailian giggle seemed to brighten up the tension when we first came in. Liz and I talked about pregnancy.

She craves for marshmallows and chocololates while I crave milk and pickles. It was very awkward from me to talk about her with things like that because little did she know that I was carrying his husband's child.

I said to myself that I'm going to act like a grown lady, not a five year old girl who keep secrets on her own. I just couldn't bear at the fact that I need to- no I have to tell him.

Maybe a lot of person would think I am selfish for not telling him, I just can't because its not the right time. People said he deserve to know. But if I did tell him that this is his baby I'm carrying and not my boyfriend's; I would cause a lot, lot drama.

And people think I was selfish, I'm not. Believe me, I want to tell him; I'm dying to tell him, because he deserves to know. But what about me? About Liz? About Ashton? About Harry?

Its a white lie, I guess. I kept it a secret for anyone's good and its going great so far. No drama's, no problems and not a guilty nerves on my body.

"Marissa?" Victoria waved a hand on my face. I snapped out from my thoughts, my attention going back to the girl in front of me who can't figure out what she's going to wear.

"Yeah?"

She rolled her eyes, groaning frustratedly. "C'mon! Its like an hour before the party! We've got to get there earlier before your guest came!"

"So what's your point?" I asked.

"The point is, you have to help me pick out an outfit!" She yelled, throwing the violet dress on her bed.

This is the thing about Victoria, she's a model and she had many things inside her closet but she can't seem to find an outfit.

"Wear a shirt and a short?" I suggested.

"Its mid-winter for fucks sake! Its february! Its chilly and its still not summer!" She protested, her hands doing some weird gesture, "and I'm not going outside, I'm going to your party!"

I laugh at her distress, my hands raising up to my mouth as I tried to stop my laughter. She's stressed over something so little and its hilarious.

"So you're gonna laugh? Whatever." She said and rolled her eyes again. I stood up on my seat and pick up the black pencil skirt and the white crop top. I shove it in her dress playfully and she thanked me, mumbling a finally.

She walked away and into the bathroom to change, while I did my hair. I'm wearing a dress that ends on my knee and the back ends on the floor, it was a pink turtle neck dress. I was wearing my hair up in a braid bun and there were small peices of my hair that was curled perfectly in sides.

Victoria did my make up that's why she ends up not dressed and not ready. Atleast, she doesn't take long showers like I do. My make up was simple yet elegant, just like the motif of my party.