it has been exact 1 an half years for me and harry marriage. how do i describe my married life? well i don't feel married at all. when i look at our large marriage pictures hanging on our walls all over our house and the ring on my hand. it make me realize i am actually married. harry is never home he is on tour or in studio or somewhere . he is never home or there for me when i need some one near me. i feel pity for my self. no one is there for me. what ever he does i get blamed. for example he sleeps around its not a new thing everyone knows it. but everyone goes like i don't satisfy his needs . that's why he goes around sleeping around with women. i know i am a virgin and i didn't have sex wit him. but he never showed any interest in sleeping with me. i caught him glancing at me when i change or stare at my ass or boobs but he never made any move . and he is always clubbing with his friends they again blame me for that. and they never forget to let me know how ugly i am or how fat i look or how good he looks with other women he hang out with.i meant by they here is fans. the ones who hate me with a passion.he only act front of family and harry never had a civil conversation we always end up fighting. speaking of fighting i and harry had a meeting with our family,management and boys all together today. they were talking about how me and harry never hang out to gather and why is harry clubbing so much or why he is always spotted with ladies. all i could do was keep my head down, after the meeting i quietly got up from my seat and waited in the waiting area until harry come out. i could feel tears brimming in my eyes to flow down my face. i can feel a major break down coming on my way.
i slowly sat on the chair grabbing the arm of the chair and squeezing it hard try to get rid of my my pain a little.i felt a hand squeezing my shoulder softly. i turn to see my mom standing with a sad smile on her face.
"mo..mom i..i.. i.." i stood and started to sob really heard try to talk. i feel like someone is tearing my heart a part. i can't form any words all i can do is sob.
"shhh....shhhhh! it's ok baby. shhhh.... calm down my love. shhhh.. baby. my baby is a strong worrier. just like her mom she can fight through this. all she have to do is get though this." she said hugging me tight.
"mo..mom wha...what am i sa...suppose to do mo..mom? i..i don't know what to do mom." i said whipping my eyes furiously .
"be strong and think what u can do to get harry back his image and how to keep him home." when she said that my sobbing and crying immediately stopped. all i could think was even she is team harry along with rest of the girl population in this world. i thought she would give me a encouragement and say 'its OK baby. you suffered enough! come back home to me." but no! she don't care anymore.
it have been 2 days after the meeting. harry was home both of those days. he didn't step out of the house. we ate quietly and he hung out in his the studio down in our basement and i stayed in our room reading a novel most of the time.again we saw each other again in lunch and dinner. he came to bed late all i could feel in my sleep is bed dip beside me and middle of the night i can feel a hand wrap around my waist pulling me to his body. no matter how far we are from each other in the bed but every morning we find each other tangled in each others arms. when it happen we awkwardly untangle each other and get off the bed.
breaking me out of thought i heard harry coming down of stairs dressed in his usual black pants and white t-shirt. he looked at me and ignored and walked off passing by me. i looked up to see its 8 p.m. I insistently felt the heart ache coming back knowing where he is going. he is again going to some whore. i am sure about that.
"Hey! get up lets go to bed" i heard harry tapping my shoulder. all did was moan and turn my back towards him. i heard him calling me to wake up again and again all i did was ignore him. i heard him exhale loudly and then i felt to strong arms rap around me and the feeling of being lifted into air and pulled up against a heard chest.i raped my hands around him and suck in his sent with a deep breath which i instantly regretted it. he just smell like her. with out thinking i said it out loud "you smell like her"
for a second harry just pause his movement and again started carrying me towards our bed room."who?"
"the one you fucked tonight" i said it out boldly i can feel my self getting angry i can feel my blood boiling inside.
"oh yeah! need to take a bath. her perfume stink. it smells like over sweet candy. couldn't stand it the whole time." ok was that suppose to make me feel better?
"so why did you fuck her then?" he lay me on the bed and gave a awkward cough and stared rummaging his pockets and started placing his keys mobile and all his stuff on the nightstand.
"because i am a grown man and i have needs to be full filled"he simply said and took his T-shirt off.
"so you go fuck anyone to full fill it ?" i ask raising my voice a little.
"you wont understand it" he said simply and walked and grabbed his towel.
"what do you mean by that?"
"you don't know what pleasure is." he simply said.
"how do you know that?"i asked
"have you ever been properly fucked? no right? so you wont know the pleasure"
"so it don't mean that you don't mean that you can be a man whore. its my body not your body" i screamed at him getting pissed at him for his lame reasoning.
"it does! it fucking does! " he yelled
"how?" i asked my voice becoming little quieter.
"i go out and fuck other women because i cant fuck you! you are fucking virgin! if i get to fuck you when ever i want and get to do anything i want with your body i won't go to other women!" he yelled that and went inside the washroom slamming the door shut.
i sat in their on my bed confused what to do when a idea came to my brain.
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Never Enough (H.S)
Fanficthis story is about a girl who get forced to marry a fuck boy.who later get end up becoming his sex toy. who is just is used for his own pleasure.