The Vow || Harry Styles

Chapter 7: Because...

bentley and harry's ship name is 'berry' and i think it's super freaking cute :))

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Chapter 7: Because...

It was the perfume...

I was in the middle of cooking up a shrimp and vegetable stir-fry when the thought came to my mind. It came out of no where and I was so thrown off guard that I dropped the spoon in my hands. When the crashing sound rang into my ears, I felt like a part of me died.

"Shit," I cursed, not referring to the spoon on the floor.

"Everything all right?" Devon shouted out from the living room. I gulped.

"Yeah," I replied back as casually as I could. I bent down closer to the floor and picked up the spoon, placing it in the sink before getting some paper towel to clean up the mess. My heart was hammering inside my chest. I felt like I couldn't move from all the shock.

Thoughts were clouding my mind the whole time I finished cooking our lunch. I was so distracted that I almost burnt the food and dropped a plate. But somehow I managed to put some rice and stir-fry onto two plates and carry them to the living room.

"Thanks, babe," Devon smiled at me as he took the plate from my hand.

I sat beside him on the sofa, noticing that the new episode of Game of Thrones was playing on TV. We ate our lunch while watching the show, but I found myself constantly tuning out since the thought was still so present in my head. And after we finished eating, I put both of our plates in the sink before returning to the sofa.

"Should we have some ice cream?" Devon asked as he looked at me.

"Yeah, let's have some. Do you wanna go get it? I cooked lunch," I gave him a small pout since that was something I'd always do. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. My eye twitched.

"Okay, I'll go get some," he smiled at me before standing up. I smiled at him and continued looking at his figure. But once he turned the corner to go into the kitchen, my smile dropped and I pulled his phone out from underneath a pillow.

I pressed the home button making his screen light up, showing a picture of Devon and me that we took a few months ago during Christmas. I pressed the home button again and started to punch in the numbers of his passcode: 4-7-5-8. They were random numbers and he chose them because it was an easy pattern to punch in with his thumb. But after I pressed the number 8, his phone didn't open up.

I sucked in a breath.

We would always tell each other our phone and laptop passwords... But Devon changed it and didn't tell me the new one.

I heard Devon walking back to the living room so I quickly placed his phone back where I found it and pretended to watch the telly. He sat back down beside me and both of us ate our ice creams. But as soon as I finished, I stood up. I needed to ease my conscience.

"I'm just going to do some cleaning," I told Devon as I climbed up the stairs.

"Okay."

Once in our bedroom, I immediately went to the bedside table. I opened the drawer with my heart hammering so loud in my ears. I looked inside the box of condoms and I let out a sigh of relief when it didn't look suspicious. We bought a new box recently and it was still near to the top.

But for some reason, there was still a horrible feeling in the bottom of my stomach and I didn't want to ignore it. So I searched the whole room for any evidence. I looked through Devon's desk and searched through the piles of paper and his drawer. But I found nothing. So I went into the closet and went through the pockets of his pants in case something was in there. But I again found nothing.