Mommy

Chapter 2

Oh shit. The customer appears to be Robert, Catherine's husband. I can tell by the way her eyes lit up when she saw him in the doorway. Ughh love, if only he knew that minutes ago I was making her scream my name. I awkwardly shuffle into the back of the room while watching the two of them kiss and cuddle one another. I clear my voice loudly hoping to get their attention.  

"Oh Harry sorry," Catherine says as her cheeks blush crimson, "This is my husband Robert." 

How is she acting so nonchalant after what we just did?!  

"Very nice to meet you," I say to Robert just as calmly as Catherine had said. 

I should feel bad for sleeping with Catherine and then acting like everything is fine while meeting her husband, but I can't seem to hear my conscious telling me that I shouldn't have had sex with a married women. I simply just don't feel guilty at all.  

After what seems like hours, Mr. Oblivious of the sexual tension in the room, finally leaves. 

"Are you going to answer my question now that your beloved husband has left?" I ask with obvious disdain in my voice. 

"I want to, but what if we get caught?" Her voice full of apprehension.  

"Then we will deal with it when it happens, imagine how great this will be," I say as a frission of excitement runs through my body. 

"It will be....fantastic!" She exclaims. 

Catherine then throws herself into my arms and gives me a swift kiss. As she hugs me, she starts to run her hands along my back, oh no no I can't stand it. I quickly pull out of our embrace, which makes Catherine have a pained expression on her face. 

"What's the matter Harry, did I do something wrong?" Her voice full of concern. 

"It's nothing I just don't like to be touched on my back, or anywhere else actually." 

"Oh well, ok I'm sorry I'll control my wandering hands," she playfully responds.  

If only she knew that my need to not be touched was far more dour than she thinks. But despite the awkwardness in the air, I manage to give her a smile, trying to show that I'm alright.  

Before I know it, the clock on the wall reads that it's five o'clock which means I can finally leave this shit hole of a bakery. The only reason I've tolerated working here is my need of money and possibly the impeccable views it provides of Mrs. Catherine Jackson. I surprisingly managed to get her number today, oh it will be a joy sending licentious texts and receiving even more wanton ones from her. After my brief car journey, I am finally home. I notice that my dad's car is gone, he must have went to hang out with his new girlfriend of the week. 

You're not any better than him when it comes to objectifying women, my subconscious scolds me. I quickly get the nagging voice out of my head and decide to shower, make dinner, and then text Catherine giving me enough time to not look like a desperate eighteen year old boy texting her as soon as I get home and instead be the MAN that fucked her at her place of work.  

While in the shower, my mind drifts to the thought of Catherine showering. I began to imagine her gorgeous figure and her flawless skin shimmering in the dim lights of my bathroom, with droplets of water running all along her body. I quickly shake the dirty thoughts out of my mind and continue to wash my body. I decide to make the only food I actually can cook for dinner, Ramen Noodles. I'm literally shit at everything in life including cooking. The only things I manage to be decent at are fucking and singing. Possibly the only thing I love in life is singing. When I was child, I would dream of being the next Elvis and performing in front of an immense crowd shouting their adoration for me. And here I am, eighteen years old, just finished school, and still living in the Cheshire Hills working in the bakery. What a winner you are Styles! Maybe one day I'll finally get my shit together and live my dream, but for now I guess this same old boring life I have lived for years will do. I wonder if Catherine can fulfill my want to feel alive. 

With a deep breath and shaky hands, I type out a text to Catherine. 

Catherine, it's Harry ;) 

Hello Harry ;) 

What are you wearing?  

You don't beat around the bush, do you? :) x 

No, I don't. 

Answer my question please x 

Red lace bra with matching panties ;) 

You should send me a picture so I know you're not lying ;) 

Can't, I'm with Robert.... 

Just one, Catherine pleaseeee! 

My boner will be very grateful in you doing so ;) 

Well Mr.Styles as much as I'd love to help you sort yourself out, I have to go. See you Monday, goodnight :) 

Goodnight Catherine, dream of me x 

Really, that's it? Well at least she texted me back.

The rest of the weekend passed in a blur. Maybe it was because every thought I had was consumed by her. I pictured every little thing I could about her, from her perfect body, to the way my named sounded as it slipped from her lips. A women has never affected me this much and I'm beginning to worry about my behavior. I usually act so impassively around women, especially the ones I've fucked, but there's something different about Catherine.  

It's only been two days since I've fucked her and my body is already craving to touch her. I wonder if I have had the same effect on her as she has had on me, well I guess I'll find that out tomorrow.

The following day---------------------- 

I think this is the first time I have actually been excited to go to work, and it's all because of her....  

GET IT TOGETHER STYLES, STOP ACTING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH. 

As I'm walking up the cobblestone that leads to the bakery, I realize that Catherine's car isn't parked outside. My body fills with trepidation at the thought of not seeing her today. If she's not here I swear I will be belligerent to everyone who steps foot into this bakery. When I open the door, my eyes automatically meet the gaze of Catherine, words cannot describe how glad I am to see her here. I act as chill as possible and give her an apathetic smile in hopes of her not noticing the worry that etched my face only seconds ago. She smiles back, but it doesn't reach her eyes, is she okay? As I approach her, she turns away and stalks towards the bathroom.  

Oh shit, something really is wrong. I then contemplate what I could have done to her... or was it something HE did.

OHHHH what's wrong with Catherine?? Did Harry do something wrong? STAY TUNED! Thank you all so much for the number of reads I've gotten! I'm so beyond trilled! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please vote if you did enjoy it and if you didn't you should still vote! I'll be updating within the next four days! Love you all! :)