Married to Styles (Sequel to Working for Styles)

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Harry

"My mum is coming to visit." Niall said the next morning as he looked at his phone.

I sat my phone down and looked over at him, his bare chest was uncovered from the sheets, allowing me to examine all the marks I left on him the night before.

"When?" I asked.

"This week. She just told me."

"She didn't ask?"

"No? Does she have to?"

"I don't know. It would just be nice." I said as I began to get out of bed. I walked to my dresser butt naked and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers before putting them on.

"Harry?" Niall asked me.

"Yeah?" I turned around, tucking my little friend to the left as I looked at Niall.

"Are you okay?"

"Dandy," I smiled before finding some pants and putting those on as well. Niall rose his eyebrows at me and then sat his phone down before he got out of bed and put on the same boxers from last night.

"Are you jealous?" he chuckled.

"Of course not."

"Harry, you know I love you. My mother won't take you from me." He laughed again. But that wasn't the point; the point was: if I couldn't have a normal relationship with my mum, them why should he?

"How long is she staying?" I asked him.

"Maybe a week. I'm not sure."

"Where will she stay?" I asked next.

Surely she couldn't stay here. Niall wasn't even supposed to be here.

"Here obviously. We have another room; I can set up an air mattress in there," Niall said.

I sighed; I really didn't want his mum here. I was done with mums. What good were they?

"Plus, I can tell her we're getting married and you two can properly meet."

"Niall—"

"Oh come on, it'll great!" Why was he so cheery? I didn't even want to kiss him back when he wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed a kiss to my cheek and then my lips.

"It'll be great." He smiled sweetly at me. I forced one back and he asked, "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm great, Niall," I assured him, even though I was lying.

"Okay, well... What shall we do today?"

"Actually, I think I'm going to talk to my mum."

***

I sat at the coffee shop, my foot bouncing up and down as I messed with my hands. My heart was up to beat and my head was spinning. I hadn't even thought of what to say to her. I knew what I wanted to say and what I felt, but I had no idea how to say it.

You're using me and I won't stand for it. Get a job and pay for your own fucking house...

That wasn't harsh enough.

But what was too harsh?

I was debating whether or not I should just get up and leave. And when I finally decided to leave, she walked in.

Fuck.

"Harry!" She acted like seeing me was just the biggest deal in the world.