THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE.

I look at my reflection in the mirror for one last time before grabbing my sandals from the closet and putting them on. Next, I go over to the the bed side table and pick up the credit card Harry's given me to buy groceries and whatever other stuff I wish to buy for myself and for him.

When I had asked Harry if there's something he specifically wants me to buy him, Harry's said and I quote, "I don't need anything, really but I'd be glad if you buy some hot, lacy stuff to please me and you."

Smiling to myself as I replay his words in my head, I stuff the credit card into the pocket of my jeans and then I'm on the phone, calling Selvia to let her know that I'm about to leave the house and will see her in about forty minutes.

It's almost been a month and a half ever since the horrible events that took place at Zayn's party. One and a half month since I last cried. One and a half month since Harry tried to cause self harm to himself. One and a half month since Harry screamed or beat me. One and a half month since we were played around like fucking toys by Josh's tricks. One and a half month of pure bliss and happiness.

Never once had I thought that I'll be able to live so happily with Harry, hell, I'd never even imagined my future husband to be as loving and caring as Harry is. That love's not for me though. It never will be.

It's the only thing that pains me, the only thing that makes it hard for me to sleep at night. Harry's affection, his kind words, his gentle kisses, his light touches, they're not for me. And it hurts, the fact that I can't even tell my real name to the person I've slowly fallen for.

I don't know when will be the right time to tell him the truth or if there even will be a right time. The truth is, I'm scared shitless. I'm scared of how he'll react to my confession. He'll probably kick me out of his house and will never see me again and as selfish as it may seem, I don't want that to ever happen. I don't want Harry to know the reality anymore cause now that I've grown attached to him, the truth will hurt me as much as it will hurt Harry, maybe even more.

The ringing of my phone snaps me out of my horribly disturbing thoughts and I look down at the screen to check whose calling. A smile immediately finds its way on my lips when I find the screen showing Harry's name.

"Hey." I say, pressing the phone to my ear and pacing towards the main door of the house with the car keys in my other hand.

"Babe, hey!" Harry says and I imagine him smiling while he says the words, the smile I've grown somewhat fond of.

"How's everything?" I ask him, knowing that he's probably having a tough time working at the office after such a long time.

According to what Harry's told me, the last time he saw the face of his office was about a year ago, when he and Stella were still happily together. After she left and he lost his sanity, everything was looked after by his loyal managers and of course, Selvia and Niall were there to keep a check on them.

"Everything's good, I guess." Harry says with a chuckle before he continues, "Tell you what, all the workers gave me such a warm welcome. I have my room full of bouquets."

"That's good, wow. I told you, you'll be just fine." I tell him with a huge grin, feeling somewhat proud to push and encourage him to take responsibility of what's his.

"Yeah, yeah. I miss you though. What are you up to?" Harry asks me as soon as I start the car.

"Just leaving to meet Selvia and Brooke. Gotta get groceries and then we'll go to mall or something? Just what I told you last night." I tell him, shrugging my shoulders even though I'm aware of the fact that he can't see me.

"You remember my request though, right?" Harry says in a serious tone and I let out a laugh, knowing that he's talking about buying new lingerie.

"Actually, no. I don't remember anything, really." I tease him and Harry chuckles again.