Forced to be Mrs. Styles

~Chapter 2~

It's been a month since we've been married and I can't tell you much about it. We sleep in different rooms and don't really talk all that much. I'm in my own thoughts as I pace the kitchen and I know he's watching me. Harry stands there as I pace the kitchen wondering what's going on. I pace for about ten minutes before he stops me.

"Why are you pacing the kitchen?"

"I have a lot on my mind."

"Can I help you with this before it becomes a panic attack?"

"I don't know that you can. It's all inside my head." I say and he must have noticed I wasn't looking at him.

"Look at me." His voice carries through the house.

I don't look at him but I know he wants me to.

"Look at me." He says now more commanding.

I look up to see him looking at me. His eyes are dull and I know he's concerned with the amount of sheer panic that's in mine. I know I can't keep holding out on him but I'm not ready to make that commitment. We're married this should feel easy and natural when it feels nothing like it.

"Is the problem me?" he asks now grabbing my attention again.

I look him over and I know it's not him.

"No, it's me."

"What about you?"

"I'm not sure how to say this." I say as I pace around again. This time he's now standing in front of me shirtless. I smack right into him since I hadn't noticed the change in space.

"Are you sure it's not me?" he looks at me and I take a step back to now take in his perfect upper half.

My eyes start at his eyes and drift down to his smile. I don't hesitate to take all of him in and the tattoos that are perched on his skin. He's really tan looking but the tattoos are the most amazing and intricate I've ever seen. Once I reach his belt line I'm hoping he leaves his pants on.

"Turn around." I tell him and he does.

Once again, my eyes start at the top of his neck taking in all the tattoos that are covered over his back. He's a beautiful person and I'm not sure that I will ever measure up.

"It's not you, it's me."

He takes my hand and pulls me to the sofa where we sit. My knees are touching his and I fill with nervous energy, this is the closest we've ever been.

"You know you can tell me anything and as your husband I have to help you through it."

"I don't know that you can help me through this."

"Will you at least tell me what's going on?"

"I'm stalling on sleeping with you for one very specific reason. I'm almost embarrassed by this since I know it's not that big of a deal."

"My hands work just fine for now, but will you tell me why since it seems to be bothering you."

"I'm not ready to give that special piece of me to you." I say noting he's looking at me.

"That special part of you as in your virginity?"

"That's the one." I say to him knowing one of two things is going to happen. He's either going to laugh at me or he's going to be understanding.

"That makes sense now. It's not because you're afraid of me it's the fact that you still treasure that piece of you."

"Yes, and believe me it's not that I don't want to know what you've got going on below the belt I'm just scared you'll force me to let you take it."