Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 61

Songs: 

More Than Words: Extreme

When A Man Love A Woman: Percy Sledge

Addicted: Prince Royce

Harry's POV 

"Katarina, hurry up," I yelled as I walked out of the door with a arms full of presents and other things I didn't want her to see.

It was seven in the morning. Normally I would have been pissed, being up this early, but given that I was woken up by an amazing blow job, I didn't mind too much. I would wake up this early any day for that wake up call. It was actually surprising that she even wanted to do anything like that. She had been so distant last night, even when we were cuddled up on the couch watching TV. I knew she was just laughing when I laughed, I had tested her, just in case, laughing during a commercial break, which wasn't at all funny.

I decided not to call her out on it. She had a rough day and whatever was playing out in her head, it was best that she just go through it. I could reassure her every second of the day, but she wouldn't see that I wouldn't leave her until time passed and I was still here. There was nothing that she could do that would make me walk away from her. I honestly think I would stay with her even if she cheated. I knew she wasn't the type, but if she ever did, I would forgive her. I couldn't live without her.

On the other hand, I knew she would probably leave me if I screwed up that bad. Despite loving me, cheating was not something that she would tolerate, I don't think. The way she made me promise to break up with her before the thought even crossed my mind, when we first got together was proof of that.

When she was sitting in her office crying, it nearly broke my heart, I wanted to cry right along with her. She was afraid of something, but her insecurities about the whole marriage and kids thing was what took over her in that moment. I mentally kicked myself as I told her I didn't care about it. Though as I watched her face, I knew I could live without either one. It would be hard every once in a awhile, but having her with me, was enough. As much as I wanted them, a piece of paper and a bunch of kids wouldn't validate the love I have for her, it would just amplify it further.

"Babe," I heard her call from our bedroom. "Harold," she called out a bit louder.

"What is it my dearest girlfriend?"

She stood on a chair, reaching for something on the top shelf of the closet. Her red skirt swayed softly as she moved. Her legs were covered by a pair of black stockings, but that didn't make them any less sexy. The only thing I could do to stop myself from grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed and making her mine was biting my bottom lip as I watched her body move about, teasing me.

"Dearest? How many girlfriends do you have that I'm the "dearest"?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as she turned to look at me. "Oh, no Styles. Don't look at me like that," she laughed, jumping off the chair.

"Damn it, do you really have to do that while you're wearing heels, I swear you're going to break something one day, again," I tried not to roll my eyes. I hated when she did little stunts like that. Despite her insistence, I knew she still wasn't completely healed from her motorcycle incident and she refused to get a check up. Thankfully, I had convinced her to wear the brace for her arm around the flat, but the boot and sling were long gone by now. "What is it that you need from me?"

"I need your tallness to reach something for me," she pointed to the chair.

I got on, waiting for further instruction. "Is that like an official title? "You're Royal Tallness"? I like it."