Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

forty nine.

I was fighting that boiling hatred feeling building up inside of me as tried to think of a way to get out of this..a way to get away from Bruno without causing a scene.

How could I have forgotten something so scarring..and how could I have said the things I did to Harry. I knew now that I loved him, I really, truly did. The memories and emotions of it all hit me so fast just like the words pass by your eyes when you flip through a book.

I wish so badly that when Harry took me into his arms I had remembered. Now I felt like I had just trapped myself back into the box with the stranger I was married to. That look in Bruno's eyes just now..even not remember what he had done to me, it scared me..and now knowing it all, I knew I had to go about this a certain way.

"You know what," I whisper to Bruno with as least amount of hostility as I could manage, Bruno leaning in to me, his eyes still on the stage," I'm really not feeling well. I think I'm going to get a ride home."

Bruno's face hardens slightly before calming, something that was eerily frightening. He was showing something to me that I hadn't seen and it only made me feel as if I never really knew him at all.

"I'll take you home," He breaths.

"It's fine..I can just get the keys and drive.."

"I'll drive,"He firmly interrupts.

"Fine," I breath. I didn't want to cause a scene or make things worse. I just wanted to get home, grab my things and get the hell away from him.

Harry's POV

"Have a drink with me, and I'll gladly explain," Louis smiles at me, giving me a shrug before heading back in the direction of his booth. I push through the crowds of people and follow him with a purpose. He could have easily been bullshitting but something in the way he was so casual told me he wasn't.

I take a seat carefully across from him, Eliana settling at my side. Louis grabs a hold of the large bottle from the ice bucket and pours out two cups. He hands one to me, and keeps the other before settling back into his seat.

"Alright then I guess we'll just get this started," Louis says after taking a sip, a smug look on his face. He snaps his fingers twice, the man at one of his sides pulling open a briefcase he held moments ago, taking out a stack of paper before handing them to Louis.

"Thank you, Richard," He nods, before handing the papers over to me.

"What's this," I ask skeptically, handing my drink over to Eliana so I can really look at what's written.

"Do you think you could try a little thing called reading," Louis tells me condescendingly, rolling his eyes.

I look away from him and scan my eyes over what simply looks like my bank statements. I then flip to the next few papers that all seem to be about Bruno's hotel business, there's nothing really strange about it except that everything is in my name, not his. I then flip to the next paper, nothing but call logs from random numbers I don't know but once again it's in my name. The next few pages are just surveillance tapes of me at the bank or meetings with the family lawyer, talking, and signing things.

"What is this," Eliana asks, looking far more confused than me, looking at the papers I've already read.

"Ask Harry," Louis smirks,"Or have you not figured it out yet?"

I clench my hands, the papers crumpling together as I try to remain calm. Louis had put way too much into this-whatever this was-for me to even have a clue.

"Where did you get these," I question, allowing Eliana to take the papers from my hands.

"Not really important," Louis shrugs, placing his drink down, leaning forward,"Let's just say I've been watching you and your family for a long time..of course I've had some help from someone you'd least expect.."