Harry Styles
He sat at his desk staring at the scrolling computer screen. "I don't even read these bloody emails". He was tired from work and being forced to take over his fathers company. After all, that was all he got.
"Bring her in." He held a button on the phone. Seconds later a young beautiful but tired and distressed women came in, her posture uncomfortably serious. It was his wife of 4 years, Lauren Styles.
"What would you like my little child?" She unenthusiastically muttered.
"Child? .. Hmm never mind. A cup of tea." He said whilst looking at the screen.
"A cup of tea?"
"Don't question me twice bitch."
She came behind him and slid her hands down his broad shoulders kissing his neck all the way up until his lips, their faces meeting before he pulls away.
"Sex is not meant for you." He sternly voiced now facing the computer screen again.
"But it's been 4 years, you treated me like shit and took me away from my boyfriend who I loved. A child is all I ask for, at least she or he will love me genuinely." Tears streaming down her face.
Harry leant over to kiss her red lips which were now framed by dropping tears. He kissed her hard until she there was pain. They never closed eyes once.
"My cup of tea?"
Clearly there was no connection between the two.
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I, Me, You
Teen FictionLauren wasn't always like this, she wasn't always tired of her life. Her boyfriend of 3 years had to be left behind and traded for the vicious and demanding Harry Styles who treated her like no other man would.
