Emulous (h.s)

11

Present day.

"Look Zayn even Harry is ready!" Mallory mutters in frustration as her gaze scans my flawless suit while I stand at her doorway.

"You know, I am the women in this house—I get to take time not you!" She stomps towards the living room letting door stay open for me as I follow her lead.

"Just five minutes, Mary." My eyebrows furrows as I hear the nickname.

He's so bad at giving nicknames.

And what in hell is he asking for time?

I step inside the living room where he lays on couch with his son and daughter either side of him watching him playing the game in his hand.

Mallory stands in front of them with arms crossed. "You two. Get up, go." She pulls her kids as they stay clung to their father watching him play.

"You know what. It's always me in this house excited for parties while all of you love annoying me." She huffs stepping back from them all— she's raging in anger.

"Mallory, you're getting mad at us as you're all ready." Zayn makes protest flicking gaze between his wife and game.

"Well, I've got my make up done, my hair done. And its gonna take me two minutes to get my dress on; and I swear to God if you won't get yourself and kids ready under the time, I'm departing alone with Harry while you could get your kids ready alone after I leave."

"Its not gonna be a big deal, I mean what's it gonna be? They could wear cloths by themselves they're big enough." He shrugs turning his head to his kids as they nod.

"Best of luck to you then." She mutters with clenched jaw and stomps past me.

Zayn sighs; and I'm literally feeling grossed out by his actions over his wife.

This is a typical house hold, I am aware. But he's still not the best of husband he should be.

I faintly shrug to myself and say no words to them as he plays the game. Because as by Mallory's words: I get to leave with her alone. So I step in the hallway and watch over the paintings Mallory has hung over the wall.

Like I said Mallory deserves so much better than what she is being given.

My mind suddenly pops with a plan—

I need to make her insecure.

Best way for relation being drained where person is insecure—and where other person is already giving reasons for making their partner insecure...

A smirk forms on my lips feeling content by sudden spark.

I stay in hallway watching the paintings then I sense her walking down the stairs. My lips parts in awe as I gaze her figure clung in red dress.

"God you look—" I whisper as she reaches last step of stair not hiding my grin at all.

"Thank you!" She blushes a chuckle and I shake my head completely mesmerised.

"Did Zayn left the game yet?" I snap into reality by her question and shrug unknowing, "I've been here all time."

Mallory forms her lips in line, her blush fades as she feels disappointed by her husband's nature.

I might should defend Zayn as he is my bestfriend— but my love for his wife is more. I do have valid excuses to make Zayn's behaviour understandable but I couldn't careless.

Mallory steps past me, back to living room, I follow along. "I'm going with Harry." She announces and Zayn's gaze flicks to his wife. I could tell he is feeling mesmerised too.

I feel weight of disappointment washing through me as I imagined I'd get to leave with her alone. But the plan seems to be flopping... "Mommy you look beautiful!" Her son adorned running over her to take close look.

I smile in awe over her son's nature but inside I'm raging in anger.

Damn it. Here goes my chance to drive with Mallory alone to party. Now what? Her husband and kids will sweetly butter her up an apology and they'll stay like an happy family.

I could only roll eyes to myself and leave the setting, walking out of the house to sit on porch feeling...lonely...I sigh to myself and stare in space with confusion and many mixed thoughts about my actions and my situation—

God, how could I ever not love her?

Swallowing lump of my throat, pinching bridge of my nose I let myself take in the silence...I'm hopelessly devoted to her.

I know: just couple minutes ago my mind had spark of idea. Yet, whenever I see Mallory happy with her family, I couldn't do anything but just feel like how perfect their little family is. And; just whenever I see them happy I could only wonder that maybe every action that I take to cause conflict within them: will fail.

But will it really fail? I haven't even tried...

I could manipulate easily. Being close and trustworthy, that's my biggest perk to intervene their perfect family and claim the lady to myself.

It will be too subtle.

But it has to work, right?