Unethical

Chapter 14: Trust

Harry Styles.

The man that happens to be my husband's brother. He is my brother-in-law. The 21 year old man, who I met almost a week ago.

He's the man who killed another man for my safety. He's also the same one that beat up a guy at a party because I was dared to kiss him.

The typical brother-in-law who doesn't like his brother's wife because of unknown reasons. Thought that had changed since he started to treat me so sweetly and saved me from being abused.

I'm thankful of that, truly.

When I take deep thought in it though, I'm so afraid!

I'm afraid that young man is capable of doing things most people wouldn't do. I'm scared he'll hurt me or those who surround me.

But most importantly, I'm scared with myself.

I've been feeling a really strange, yet lustful connection with that man. Something pulls me in every single time. I wish I could understand what is going on with me, or what makes me feel that way towards him, but I just don't get it.

In three days, a whole new year starts.

Two days straight, and I've been avoiding Harry. Ever since he got in that violent fight, I can't even be left alone with him for less than five seconds because I feel like I can't breathe.

Adam has been out a lot with his dad these past days because Geoff is training him to work as a businessman.

He seems so excited every night I get to see him. Adam's always talking about how easy and fun his position is.

He even considered us moving to London.

As much as I try and show excitement to my husband about his great luck, I can't.

I tend to smile at everything he says, but my mind is elsewhere.

I'm just really glad he's too excited about his chance in his dad's work, that he hasn't even noticed how zoned out I truly am.

To avoid seeing Harry much, I lock myself inside these four walls every morning after finishing my chore.

He doesn't show up to breakfast anymore, which I honestly don't know if it should worry me or if it's better for me.

But I'd be lying if I said he isn't avoiding me either.

As I sit back on the bed, soft knocking quickly startles me.

"Yes?" I swallow my saliva nervously.

"It's me, Zayn." Letting out a ragged breath I'd been holding back for half a second, I pick my frame up and walk towards the bedroom door.

"Hey." I hint up a smile, once I open up for him.

"Hey...can I come in?" He quickly smiles.

"Yeah of course." I step aside and motion for him to get in.

"Thank you." He replies in a respectful manner.

"What's up?" I kinda cut to the chase, while following him towards the bed.

He plops himself down on the side I sleep on.

"I need to talk to you." He begins, while his face becomes serious.

"Okay..I need to listen then." I make him lighten up a bit from the serious face he was starting to grow on.

"First of all, I want you to know that you can trust me with anything Emma." Zayn lays out flatly, but I feel some sort of honesty in his words.

"I'm a dead tomb, whatever I'm told, I'll hide." He speaks so seriously, that it just instantly makes me trust him.

"Okay thank you Zayn. I'm glad I can trust you....but what exactly are you trying to give me your trust for?" Frowning here and there, I eye him carefully as I sit on the edge of the bed.

"Well...let me put things this way. Every single human in the world always needs to have someone to talk to." I watch Zayn gulp back his saliva.

"I don't mean to be so straightforward about things, but I know you and Harry have something going on." My mouth parts a bit, and I begin to feel like there's not enough air in this room.

"I'm not here to judge you Emma... I just...I know what it's like to do things that are wrong, yet they feel so right." He explains as he probably notices how embarrassed and out of breath I am.

"This isn't that sort of case though Zayn." I swallow my saliva and stand up from the bed and walk towards the window.

"Come on Emma, we both know that's the case." He quickly follows me.

"How?" Deciding to turn back to watch him, he opens his mouth to speak again.

"How what?" He frowns.

"How would we both know it." I confirm instead of making it a question.

"Because I've done somethings that I can't say Emma. I know what it's like to try to hide something so clear." He explains himself a bit further. It does sort of make sense to me since he's definitely right. I am hiding something that's quite obvious.

"I don't really expect you to trust me Emma, but just know that if you ever have to speak about anything, absolutely anything...I'm here to listen and keep." He steps on his heel towards the door.

"Zayn." I call him out and he turns to look back at me.

"Yes?" He raises his eye brows.

"Was there a point to this conversation?" I question him a bit nervous.

"I really mean it when I say you can trust me, but I also wanted to see what was going on with you and Harry since he's been really down and pissed off lately." My heart pounds harder at the mention of Harry.

"Can I ask you something?" Zayn takes a few steps back towards me.

"Sure." I answer him very unsure.

"Does this have to do..well him being so off..does it have to do with the party?" He makes quick eye contact.

"Something like that." I sort of zone out as the night plays in my head.

"Thanks for listening to me, and keep in mind that I'm here for you Emms." He slowly pulls me into a hug.

"Yeah." I smile at him after we separate and he starts to walk away.

"I'll see you for dinner." Zayn smiles over at me as he opens the bedroom door.

"Thank you Zayn." I let out before he leaves.

He turns to me in a serious stare.

"No problem Emms." He winks and finally steps out, closing the door after him.

Letting out a puff of air I'd been holding back, I move over to the bed and plop myself on it.

I certainly know I can trust Zayn, but what I'm doing is far from right. This whole situation is crazy.

First of all, Harry scares me with his sudden, violent actions. I feel like if I dare piss him off, he'll snap and kill someone.

Maybe I don't know him so well, but I need to have precautions.

I shouldn't even be thinking of us like a thing. I'm married for God's sake, and not just to anyone. It happens to be his brother.

I keep and trying to take the idea of Harry out of my head, but I can't.

My biggest question to myself is, why don't I feel bad about this?

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So this chapter isn't that long, but it has a lot of what's going through Emma's head.

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