Infidelity

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Harry was a little more than occupied that night as he laid in bed next to April, attempting to get in the mood to fool around.
"H, dammit, what is wrong!" April exclaimed, obviously upset as she sat up and stared at him. Harry jumped hearing her booming voice drift through the apartment.
"Nothing, April. Sorry." Harry mumbled, sitting up and grabbing her neck gently to pull her in for a kiss but was met with a now resistant woman slapping his hand away.
"It's something! I hardly ever see you! The least you could do is be happy and make love to me!" She yelled, turning her back to the man and clasping back her lace bra. For some odd reason Harry's blood began to boil and his jaw clenched tightly.
"What'd you say?" Harry spat through gritted teeth, it obvious April wasn't expecting the response by the way she whipped her head around to look at him, her blonde curly locks falling in her face. Everything hit Harry like a tidal wave. Hurt flooded into his heart as he realized just exactly he was doing. "April," Harry breathed out, closing his eyes before speaking again. "Why did you say we were making love?" He asked in a soft whisper, watching the confusion spread over his lover's face.
"Because we are...aren't we?" This time April turned to face the man fully and was met with Harry shaking his head no, furiously.
"No babe...I like you. I do, I swear. I'm just not ready for that yet, you know?" Harry could spot that look in her eyes. The soft look of disappointment and hurt. He's seen it to many times before. He saw it on Latasha's face this morning, he saw it on her face when he would stumble in late or turn down her sexual advances.
"Oh." April's soft voice finally filled the room. "Yeah...um, you should probably get home. It's getting late and Latasha doesn't need to worry, Harry." She whispered, clearing her throat. Harry frowned, peering at her bedside clock. "It's only ten, babe. Come on, I'll give you a good time tonight." He whispered, pulling April back down on him gently.
April shook her head in protest, blinking. "Go home to Latasha tonight. Fool around with her. Moment kind of passed for me." Harry opened his mouth to say no, but something else came out that made April's blood run cold.
"We haven't fucked since you and I got together." April's jaw dropped, her heart began hammering in her chest. "Harry!" She hissed out, glaring at the man and shoving off and away from him. Harry frowned, looking at the woman in confusion. "Way to be suspicious! Does she know!?" April asked frantically, tears falling as she struggled to calm down and Harry was already pulling the frantic woman into a reassuring hug.
"No! No, April! God no, she doesn't know!" Harry whispered in the woman's ear, his strong arms wrapping even tighter around her small frame. "She doesn't even have the slightest clue. Stop crying. Hey, I have some good news A." Harry said in an attempt to cease the girls crying. "I'm not moving." Harry felt April instantly relax in his arms as soon as the words left his mouth. And to April that probably was good news, but all it brought back for him was the haunting memories of earlier that morning.
"Y-you're not?" April asked hopeful and quietly. April wanted to believe it. She was trying not to get too excited. But at the same time, she began to feel bad for Harry's wife.
Once April got confirmation that Harry was in fact staying in London, another thought plagued her mind as she unwrapped herself from the half naked man. "Why haven't you left her yet?" Harry's eyebrows knitted up in confusion, because she knew the answer to this question. She's known it since the beginning.
"I love her, April. I like waking up to her every morning and you know I don't believe in divorce." Harry didn't even finish his first sentence before April started shaking her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
"If you loved her, you wouldn't be having an affair, Harry."

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Latasha was more than surprised to see Harry stumble into their home at 11 that night instead of his usual 3 or 4 in the morning. But she was caught of guard. Latasha was sitting in their living room, on their white leather sofa, popcorn in her lap and the tv turned down incredibly low. Harry frowned, arching his eyebrow. "Is that what you do every night?" He asked confused as Latasha blinked at him.
"Nothing else to do." Was his only response. If it was anymore possible, Latasha was more distant than this morning. He had hoped that she had just woken up in a bad mood and she would be back to her usual self when he got home. He was sadly mistaken. When Harry's eyes landed on his wife's left hand as he made his way over to the couch, he frowned.
"Where's your wedding ring, babe? Are you getting it cleaned?" Harry asked curiously as he sat down next to her, missing the way she tensed slightly as he reached in the bowl for some popcorn.
"No. It's where I set it." Latasha answered, dropping her gaze to the bowl and handing it over to her husband. Latasha caught the older man's frown as his eyes began to fill with worry.
"You want a new one? Where'd you set it?" Harry asked confused, laying his handful of popcorn back in the bowl and pulling Latasha's chin over, forcing her to look at him.
Latasha's eyes flicked up to meet Harry's worried filled ones as she shrugged. "In my jewelry box, next to yours." Harry's heart immediately sank. He had told Latasha that he lost his wedding band after him and April got serious.
"You found my ring?" Harry asked cautiously. "Where was it at? Do you think it will still fit?" Harry asked again as his heart began thumping in his chest, Latasha shrugging her shoulders again. "Latte, baby, did some fans say something about you on Twitter again?" He asked, beyond confused. He didn't understand why she was acting so cold to him.
"Nope." Latasha said, popping the 'p' as she stood up, her hair falling down her back. "I'm going to shower. Your show is still recording so you can watch it." Harry watched Latasha walk over to the stairs at a decent pace, taking in her curves, the delicate arch of her back, the way her jeans hugged her hips and thighs well. Latasha was gorgeous. Why was Harry cheating on her? For once, Harry actually didn't know the answer to that question. Harry knew he still loved her. He knew that every time she walked into the room dressed up, she somehow still took his breath away. Harry knew that if a guy looked at her in a sexual way, jealously would slowly erupt in the pit of his stomach. So what changed? April was beautiful, but so was his wife.
"Nah, I'll shower with you, love." Harry whispered. In 2.5 seconds, Harry made the decision that he was going to change. Because he did love Latasha.
"No!" Latasha said, quickly and biting her bottom lip. "It's fine, Harry. I'd rather shower alone." Latasha then ascended up the stairs, allowing her tears to fall once she was sure Harry couldn't see her face any more. Harry wasn't shocked when he felt the wetness on his own cheeks because he finally realized, she knew. Latasha knew what he was doing. She knew about his late night rendezvous. She knew.
Harry knocked over the popcorn bowl, shattering the porcelain glass as he raced up the stairwell after his wife, tears clouding his vision. Harry was met with Latasha's side of the bed made up, his left side still unmade as Latasha took her shirt off in the middle of the room. As Harry's eyes scanned over the woman's back he began to frown. He had forgotten about the dimples on her back at the bottom of her spine, he didn't recognize a new tattoo that was on her shoulder blade and he sure as hell didn't recognize the woman's bra. There was a time when he was familiar with everything his wife wore, from the under garments she had on to the jewelry she wore. There was a time when Harry could walk into a store and know exactly what Latasha liked and what she already had, now he was confused. Harry quickly wiped at his cheeks, wiping away the salty wetness as he walked over to where his wife stood. Harry grabbed Latasha's shoulder gently, pulling on it until Latasha turned to face him, her face with confusion on it as he bent his head down, his lips falling on hers lovingly and softly.
Harry's lips moved against Latasha's unmoving ones and he silently begged for her to kiss back, to untense and wrap her arms around his neck and just kiss him. "I-I know you know." Harry whispered out against his lover's lips, letting his tears fall freely once he realized that Latasha just wasn't going to do it.
"Yeah, Harry." Latasha mumbled in a broken voice. "Yeah I know. I know all about it."

A/n: I updated finally 😂😂. This unedited and I will probably rewrite this later because I'm not happy with it. Thank you for reading xx ❤️