Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

Well, Shit

"You were supposed to keep him away from me!" I shout.

Niall stands in front of me, arms waving I'm front of himself.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that he was going to find you?" He shouts, pointing a finger at me. "I was asleep when he came! Can I not get any fucking sleep because I'm supposed to babysit him for you?"

"That was pretty much our agreement!" I cry, throwing my hands in the air. "He's going to go to court and with no doubt, get half custody. Because his lawyers, are the best lawyers!"

"Well, that's your fault for not letting him see his kids, Mia! If you didn't talk him into letting you move out of the country, he would still be having weekend visits with his kids for the past 5 fucking years, Mia."

"So your saying this is my fault?" I grit my teeth, pointing to myself. "That man whore son of a bitch cheats on me, and I don't want him to see my kids, so I'm the bitch?"

"You've been it recently, I'm happy that you admit it." He crosses his arms and continues to stare at me.

My doorbell rings and I brush past him to answer it. When I open the door, a curly haired guy stands there.

My hand automatically raises to slap him.

This son of a bitch costed me my marriage, my family, everything. He needs to leave. And I am so fucking pissed off from the fight with Niall..

I just need to let my anger out and the one person I know that won't hit me back, whether he fucking hates me or not, is Harry.

I drop my hand, suddenly feeling sorry for slapping him.

"What the hell was that for?" He shouts. "Do you slap everyone that comes to your fucking door?"

"Why are you here?" I spit.

"I came to make an agreement with you." He says.

His cheek is visibly becoming pink and I feel so fucking guilty..

"What do you mean?" I ask, eyeing him.

"Can I come in?" He asks, motioning for me to move.

I roll my eyes, moving from the door and walking down the hallway.

"Shut the door!" I call out and right after, I hear the door close.

I glance to the living room and still see Niall standing there, furrowing his eyebrows. Oh, wait.

I don't think Harry knows about me and Niall..

Shit..

Wait, No..

Why should I save his ass?

He thinks this whole thing is my fault!

I continue to walk and hear Harry's footsteps behind me, finding my way to the dining room where I can sit down and 'talk' with him.

I hear his footsteps stop then it gets quiet.

"Why are you here, mate?" Harry asks, stepping into the living room as I turn around.

Ugh. Why didn't I stop him? This is not going to end well.

"I was just leaving." I hear Niall say as I walk back down the hallway and into the living room.

"Why the hell were you here?" Harry grumbles, stepping closer to Niall.

"It's nothing. Mia and I were just meeting up and-"

"I know you're lying." Harry says. "Whatever. Go back to the hotel. We are going to talk about it later."

Niall nods, grabbing his keys from the coffee table before walking off.

Harry turns back to me, walking past me and finding the dining room himself.

He sits down and I sit across from him as he pulls a roll of papers from his pants pocket.

"What are these?" I ask, grabbing the papers.

"So, I don't want to go to court for custody, Mia. But, if you refuse to let me see them, then.." He says.

So, this is about the girls..

"So, then what?" I ask.

"Maybe we can come to an agreement so we don't have to go to court.." He says.

"Harry, do you know how much this is going to tear Darcy apart? And Maddy.. Maddy doesn't even know you! She barely knows what a dad is."

"I know, but we can either make it work ourselves or we can go to court. And I don't want to take you to court and fight for them, Mia. I really don't."

"So, what? What do you expect? You expect me to just drop them off at your hotel and say "This is your dad, kids.""

"No, Mia. I want to be there with you here when I say hi to them." He says.

"Oh! Speaking of them! Why the fuck did you go to Darcys school the other day?" I yell, throwing the papers at him. "Do you want to get slapped again?"

"Oh. I was checking out their school, and I went to the office to get some information about it and Darcy was sitting in the office."

"So?"

"She saw me and I said hi, but she didn't say anything."

"Why was she sitting in the office?" I ask.

"I don't know." He shrugs.

"Okay." I shrug it off. "Well, what's your plan then?"

"Well, I was thinking that I could come with you to pick them up from school and explain to them this stuff when we get here."

"Or you could stay here when I go and pick them up from school, that way I don't have crying and screaming kids in my car while I'm trying to drive." I disagree to his suggestion.

"That works too." He agrees with me.

"Okay, then. You're lucky, Harold. So fucking lucky.."