Forced to be Mrs. Styles

~Chapter 4~

I'm enjoying being married to Harry and I hope he feels the same way, but today as with the last couple of days something is off. He's noticed it too but he hasn't said anything. We're just about at Christmas vacation where we will have two weeks to ourselves. I look forward to it but I'm not sure how his friends are going to hang out with him if he's here with me. We have a half day today and I'm going to take the opportunity to go to the doctors. It's important to me that I know I'm ok since Harry and I pretty much have sex all the time. 

I wait in the waiting room being nervous since I've never had to see a doctor for girl problems. This nervousness is taking over me and I'm not sure I'm going to be ok. The panic fills me as I sit across from the doctor who asks all kinds of questions.

"Tell me about why you are here?"

"I'm here to make sure I'm healthy and ok to continue with the very active life I have."

"More personal, are you having sex?"

"Yes."

"How many partners are you sleeping with?"

"Just one. My husband."

"Good to hear that. Are you afraid you're not healthy for the sex?"

"No, I'm afraid there are other things going on."

"Bad things or what?"

"I wouldn't say bad things but we're not exactly being safe either."

"So, you're worried about diseases or pregnancy?"

"Pregnancy, I know he's not sleeping with someone else."

He makes some calls and before I know it we have our answer. I'm looking at him and I'm not sure if I should cry. I feel numb and I want to curl up in bed with Harry. He sends me on my way and by the time I get home it's time to make dinner.

I open the door to the house and I hear noises. Noises that state someone is clearly having sex in my house. I'm unsure of who it is but I know Harry is still here, that's when her moans hit my ears and his name falls from her. I'm beyond upset and it takes all I have not to race up there and pull her off him. I let them finish and as soon as I hear them coming down the stairs I hide in the living room knowing he can't see me there. He sends her on her way and she asks about doing that again. I hear him tell her no and to be honest it's a relief. I can't stop crying though as I'm sure now he can hear me crying.

"When did you get here?" He asks nervously.

"Ten minutes ago." I say barely audible.

"So, you heard her?"

"Yes. I was hoping you let one of your friends hook up here but then I heard your name fall from her and I was instantly mad. I just got done talking to your mom telling her how great of a man and lover you are, now I'm not so sure." I cry. He takes a step towards me and I back away.

"Don't get any closer." I yell at him and now I see the defeat in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Is all he can say and I'm not sure I believe him.

I go out around him and head straight into the spare room where I throw myself onto the bed and let the cries and shakes rake through me. I can hear him pacing around the kitchen followed by a loud crashing noise. His voice carries up the stairs and it sounds like he yelled "fuck"

We go seven days without talking and since were on vacation I have no reason to get out of bed. I do to shower and take care of myself but he's got me so far thrown that I'm not sure I can recover from this. I hear a knock on the door and I get up to answer it. I know it's Harry but I want to see him, I want him to see just how much he's hurt me.