Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

50.) Nothing will come between us

"Is Harry Styles cheating on his wife?'" One magazine cover.
"Are Harry and his ex rekindling their relationship?" Another cover.
"Harry Styles caught with another woman!" Your eyes skimmed over another one as your hands gripped the shopping cart hard enough to where your knuckles turned white. You couldn't stand the press, but there wasn't anything you could do but try to ignore it. This is what came along with marrying Harry; it was all or nothing.
He was being distant lately which also triggered another wave of worry to wash over you. One night after the other, he would come home later than he'd promised. You looked at the magazines one last time, shaking your head, and continuing on with your trip. You were picking out the vegetables you were using for dinner tonight when the thoughts began to rush through your head.
'Am I not good enough anymore? Is he bored with me? What am I doing wrong?' Just the thought of another woman's hands on your husband made your blood boil. You looked around and realized a few eyes had fallen on you, back to your hand, then back up to your face. Tomato juice slowly dripped down your hand to your wrist and down your arm. You hadn't realized you had crushed it with your bare hand.
"Crap," you mumbled to yourself as you rushed off, tossing the tomato into a nearby garbage pail. You dug into your purse for some napkins to wipe your fingers off and continue with your trip.
A nice romantic dinner for the both of you, that's all. That was all you were hoping for tonight. He'd be tired from being in the studio all day today, but a nice meal with a warm bath would do him justice. You looked over your shopping list and into your cart one last time to make sure you'd grabbed everything you'd need. A quick glance over and you headed for the register, stacking the groceries on the conveyer belt and pulling out your wallet.
"O-Oh my gosh, you're married to Harry Styles, right?" You lifted your head to face the cashier, her face lit up with excitement. She was young; possibly in her late teens. You gave her a nod and a soft smile, hoping she wouldn't drag this on.
"I absolutely adore you! C-Can I have a picture with you, please?" Her eyes couldn't get any bigger, you thought. Not wanting to disappoint a young fan, you leaned over the counter softly and smiled along with her at the screen of her phone.
"Thank you so so much, this means so much to me." She smiled and took your card, swiping it as you caught that her hand was shaking. You laughed softly and smiled.
"It's no problem, sweetheart. Thank you," you said as you grabbed the groceries off the counter and back into the cart. You gave her a small wave and began on the walk back to your car in the lot.
"How do you feel about Harry and his ex? Is there a divorce on the way?" The questions came at you a hundred miles per hour, not giving you anytime to process them.
"Excuse me, please." You hurriedly packed the bags into the trunk, closing it quickly and heading to your seat. Revving your engine, you wasted no time in backing out and rushing home.
**
You shouldn't have done it. You knew it would tear you to pieces. You couldn't help it now as you sat in front of your laptop, in the middle of the bed, and a hand over your mouth. Pictures of Harry and his ex, Cara, on every page of every website. He shouldn't be that close to her, you thought to yourself. Fans on all social media sites were going wild and mentioning you in different photos and posts.
"Turn it off," you mumbled to yourself angrily and slammed the laptop shut, almost positive it would be wrecked.
"He wouldn't do that to you, there's no way." You tried to brush it off and head back downstairs into the kitchen to start on dinner. He hadn't called today and that worried you even more. You began to dice up the peppers, your eyes glancing back to your phone every few minutes. Sighing, you threw the rest of the ingredients into the bake ware and tossed it into the oven.
You needed to relax; that was it. A nice hot shower would do the trick so you decided to trot up the stairs and undress. You climbed in and turned on the hot water, sighing at the sensation of the heat. It was then it hit you; the emotions came crashing down as you thought about your marriage. The past couple of weeks he would leave early, not bothering to call or text you, and coming home late to head straight to bed.
You cried. You never cried, but right now, it was all you thought you could do. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were just letting the rumors get to you. No, you were definitely letting them get to you. But what other wife would be okay with another woman's hands on their husband?
You stood there for another few minutes and let it all out; you weren't going to let him see you like this. You washed off and climbed out, grabbing the towel off the rack and throwing something comfortable on. The smell of dinner escaping the kitchen and filling your home up with its scent. You pulled it out of the oven before it managed to over-cook and had it cool off.
"Quarter to 8, he'll be home soon." The words fell off your tongue sounding too hopeful. You had managed to clean up the house before you left and you spruced up the kitchen a bit before rushing upstairs and pulling yourself together. You managed to pull on a skin tight dress, hugging your curves in all the right places. A pair of heels went along with it and you hurried to the mirror to fix your hair and add a dash of make-up.
"It's going to be fine," you whispered to yourself. "He'll be home soon and he'll kiss you like he always does. It'll be a nice romantic nice, just the two of us." You tried to feel the confident but your conscience pushed it away.
**
8:30 and your eyes darted to the door. Nothing. 9:15 and you were staring at the palms of your hands. The steam from dinner had worn off and you kicked your heels to the side. 9:30 and you were putting the food in the fridge; the sting in your eyes had made its arrival again. You sat at the table and grabbed your phone, your fingers gliding over his number and pressing the 'call' button. Ring, ring, ring; your heart racing after each tone.
"Hey, it's Harry! I reckon I'm busy since I couldn't answer but leave a mess-," you didn't even let his voice finish. Your fingers raced to find Zayn's number, quickly tapping 'call' and pressing the phone to your ear.
"Hey, love." His voice came through and you took a breath. You didn't know if you were ready to ask but you had to. You knew you did.
"H-Hey Zayn, I uh, is Harry with you or did he leave already?" Your voice was unsteady and you took in another shaky breath.
"Harry? Love, I haven't seen him all day..." He softly said into the receiver, the words making your heart ache. He'd lied to you.
"O-Oh, right. I must've forgotten or something, I'm sorry to bother you, Zayn. I'll talk to you soon," you hung up before he even had a chance to reply. You threw your phone across the table and dropped your head to your hands, allowing the sobs to escape.
**
No more than an hour later, Harry had quietly walked into the house trying his best to stay silent in case you were asleep. He knew you weren't asleep; you always waited up for him when he was late. His eyes peeked into the kitchen and when he saw it was empty, he let out a breath. When he saw your heels kicked to the side of the table, he knew he was in trouble. Opening up the fridge, he realized dinner hadn't been touched which means you hadn't eaten. He knew he would hear it now and he hung his head, trying to come up with a way to explain himself.
Dragging his feet up the stairs, he took in a breath and wiped the sweat from his palms onto his jeans.
"You're fine, Harry. You're totally fine," he whispered to himself. He slowly opened the bedroom door and there you were; on your side of the bed, you laid on your side with your legs tucked into your chest.
"Baby, are you awake?" Sniffles. He heard sniffles and saw quick movements. He looked down and glanced down at the black pile at his feet. Slowly lifting it up, he realized it was one of his favorite dresses on you. He ran his hand over his face and sighed; you'd dressed up for him and he screwed it up. Making his way over to the bed, he sat on the edge beside you and spoke in a quiet voice.
"Love, a-are you alright?" The look he saw when your eyes shot up at him was a look he vowed he'd never let you show. Your eyes were glossy and red and you sat up, moving away from him.
"Just...stay away from me." Your voice cracked and he watched you climb out of the bed to keep him away. He got up and stood in front of you, the sweat beginning to form around his forehead.
"Baby, just listen to me. We got caught up at the stud-" He wasn't able to complete his sentence before you lashed out on him.
"You're going to stand here and lie to my face?!" You felt your eyes sting but you weren't going to allow them to fall; not here, not in front of him.
"I called Zayn! You weren't at the studio, nobody was! Was she worth it, Harry?!" You got in his face and began to pound on his chest with your small fists. "I hope she was because we're done! We are so done!" You were on the verge of crying as the tears welled up to the edge. The second the words spilled out of your mouth, his heart sank.
"W-What? What're you talking about?!" He grabbed your hands to restrain you from hitting his chest.
"Oh give me a break already! Stop playing stupid with me, Harry! Going out from dawn to dusk, not even bothering to call me, and now the pictures everywhere and you lying to me!" You shook your head, "I'm done."
"No, you're not. No! You're going to listen to me! I'm not cheating on you! I would never do that!"
"You are the biggest scum on the face of the Earth," you spat out and scrambled for some clothing to leave in. You kept ranting on and on, how much you hated him and now you weren't able to control the tears anymore. He watched you and shook his head, yelling back at you.
"Would you listen to me, damn it?! I never cheated on you, you know I didn't!"
"I know you didn't?! Are you kidding me right now? I know you did!" You threw your sweater into an overnight bag and tried to push past him. His hand grabbed your wrist and he pulled you to him, not letting you out of his grasp.
"Let go of me," you struggled in his arms and the tears continued to flow. "You've ruined everything! I waited all day for you, all day!" You began banging on his chest once again, trying to get all the anger out of you. His face grew red with anger and his eyes lost their bright color, suddenly turning dark. He let go and watched you, his very own eyes burning into yours.
"I'm sorry, okay? You want to know why I've been out all day?! Do you?!" He yelled, something he never did. Your heart raced and you told yourself you weren't going to lose now.
"Go ahead, Harry! Tell me how her hands were all over you, how good Cara makes you feel!" At this point, you were sobbing. You were losing him, your marriage was over.
"Cara?" It hit him. He knew at that point that you'd been hearing the rumors and he shook his head. Hurt wasn't the word to describe how he was feeling. You didn't trust him and that's what killed him the most.
"You want to know why I was with her, huh? She was helping me throw you a surprise birthday party. She was helping me book flights for your family back home and getting a venue and everything else. But you know, I'm the biggest scum on the Earth so forget about it." You felt your stomach in your throat and your eyes stung again.
"W-What?" You couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.
"The fact that you're ready to throw our marriage away over these stupid rumors shows how much you actually trust me." His voice cracked and he ran his fingers through his hair. You couldn't form a sentence; all thoughts rushing to your head at once.
"Harry, I-I..." He held his hand up to stop you and he shook his head.
"Just drop it. I don't want to hear about this anymore, okay?" He mumbled and grabbed himself a pillow off the bed and walked out of the bedroom door making his way down the stairs. You were quick to run after him.
"Harry! I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry!" You watched him kick his shoes off and lay on the couch. And that was when your heart broke.
There he was on the couch, the love of your life, his arm draped over his head and tears flowing down his cheeks. You hurried to his side and knelt down beside him, your own tears making their way down your cheeks.
"H-Harry, please...I'm so sorry, I was so scared I was going to lose you." You pleaded and shook your head. No answer, nothing at all. He sniffled, his nose congesting from his breathing. "Say something, anything..." you begged but it barely came out as a whisper.
"I don't know what you want me to say," his voice croaked, his accent thicker than usual. "I'm sleeping down here tonight." You sat on the ground and sobbed; breaths becoming harder to take in; your lungs trying harder than usual to take the oxygen within.
Cough after cough, you frantically looked around the table for your inhaler. Harry's head had popped up and glanced over at you, quickly sitting up and at your side.
"W-What's wrong? Baby, answer me!" He wiped the tears from your face and his heart raced, afraid of what was happening.
"Inhaler," you managed to breathe out. He shot up and dashed upstairs, skipping every other step to make the run quicker. He turned drawers inside out to look for the damn thing until he finally found it on the bathroom counter. He ran back down, tripping over the last step and stubbing his toe in the process. Nothing mattered except getting you what you needed and what that was, was going to save your life. He sat at your side again and handed it to you with shaky hands.
"Breathe, sweetheart, take it in." He helped you raise it to your mouth and watched as you took in the oxygen, his heart rate slowing down. You looked over at him, the tears forming at the brim of your eyes.
"N-No, no more tears, baby. Please, no more..." His heart broke every time he saw you cry; he absolutely hated it. "You're okay, we're okay." He wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you to his chest, dropping soft kisses to your head.
"Please don't go, I don't know what I'll do if you leave." You looked up at him, exhausted from crying and arguing.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I love you, I love you so much. Stop listening to the stupid press, please. It's just going to make things worse for us. We have to work through this, it's going to be okay." You cupped your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. Automatically relaxing into him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and took deep breaths, exhaling with every gasp you took.
"I love you, Harry. I'm sorry for this, for everything. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I should've talked to you about it, it just got to my head and I didn't know what to do." He leaned his head down and kissed you softly resting his lips there for a few seconds to linger.
"No more of this, it's done with." He whispered against your lips and lifted you into his arms as if you were a child. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he headed back up to the bedroom. Lying down with you, he made sure he pulled you to his chest tightly.
"I love you, missus." He whispered against your ear softly, his fingers twirling your hair.
"I love you too, mister. More than you'll ever imagine."