Infidelity

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Latasha was used to it. The late nights, the busy texting, the cancellations of the plans recently. She thought nothing of it, because when she would ask her spouse of two years Harry would shrug it off and say it was work. Okay, Latasha could understand work. Harry was a twenty-two year old millionaire all because of being in a band. He was a celebrity. So Latasha understood.

But what Latasha didn't understand was the erased text messages, the passcode on his phone, the lack of  "I love you's". But Latasha didn't want to understand it so she just wrote it off as stress even though the answer was in front of her face.

So when they were lying on opposite ends of the leather white sectional, Harry not touching Latasha like he usually would, Latasha wrote it off as him being to hot instead of a red flag. Usually the married couple would spoon and watch tv, Latasha being the little spoon while the taller lad held her close to his chest. Then, not even thirty minutes into their supposed favorite film, Latasha caught a cellphone screen light up out of the corner of her eyes and she sighed quietly.

"Sorry love, it's management." Was Harry's only response before his eyes drilled into his phone again and he typed away furiously. "S'okay..." Latasha whispered, turning her attention back to the 50-inch plasma tv watching the filming of 'Titanic'.

When Harry got up to 'use the restroom', taking his phone with him is when Latasha got suspicious and didn't come up with an excuse for him like she has done countless times before. Latasha didn't like to bother Harry because Harry was a somebody, and she was a nobody. Latasha and Harry met in the summer of 2011. Harry had attended the same party as Latasha and instantly found the sixteen year old attractive. So when it hit headlines that seventeen year old boybander from One Direction was dating a sixteen (soon to be seventeen) year old high school kid, everything exploded. Girls were disappointed that he was dating someone, fans believed the story to be false, fans believed that Latasha was a beard, they even believed for awhile that the two were related. Paparazzi captured them out on numerous dates and even got pictures of Harry proposing back in 2013 and then later married in 2014. Latasha never thought that Harry would be a secretive guy. In fact, the couple was very open with each other and always have been. They never put locks on their phones because they had nothing to hide, and when they did the other knew the code to get in. Always.

When Harry put his passcode on his iPhone he told Latasha it was for work purposes, but when Latasha asked for the passcode Harry assured her that the code wouldn't last long. That was almost a year ago and the passcode still haunts her and remains in tact.

Latasha groaned early on the morning of the 26 of December, hearing the familiar rattle on Harry's bedside table. She waited patiently for a few moments waiting to hear the clicking of the keyboard signaling that he was responding to the text, but it never came. In fact, Latasha was met with the running of the shower and Harry singing softly behind the...closed bathroom door. Most people wouldn't think any different of it, but to Latasha it made her chest ache. Never have they ever showered with the door closed, or even showered alone for that matter, until recently. Harry would always shut the door and lock it before she could join him. Sure it hurt, but Harry was probably just wanting some alone time right?

Latasha looked over at Harry's phone, her heart hammering in her chest as she slid across their king sized bed over to it; kicking the silk sheets to the floor. Latasha was more than surprised to see the grey iPhone 6S+ unlocked and opened on the home screen. Latasha then proceeded to smile to herself thinking that Harry finally got rid of the lock, but truth be told, Harry kept getting notifications so they prevented the screen from sleeping and initiating the screen locking.