New Boy || [ Harry Styles au ] ✔️

Epilogue

"I'm not leaving this fūcking house Harry. This is all your fault." I grit my teeth, my eyes stinging as they watered, throwing the now too tight body con dress on the floor.

"Zara, baby, you're overreacting. Please, for the love of God..." He trailed off, bending down to pick up the dress, running his hand through the beautiful mane of chocolate curls, his beautiful green eyes shining with frustration. His fancy suit that he was wearing for some gala tonight clung to his amazing body and I dared myself not to stare. His arms held up the gorgeous clothing that I once fit into.

"I'm overreacting!? Fine! Go and have fun with Lucy, see if I care!" I shouted, turning on my back before exiting our master bedroom. I hastily wiped away the tears from my eyes, not wanting the house staff to see me in this state.

I carefully walked down the stairs, one hand on the railing as the other wiped away the remnant droplets from my eyes. My long red robe formed a train behind me as I descended the grand stairs of our beautiful house to make my way down to one of the extra guest rooms.

Yeah, our house. A year back, all us friends and Harry took a trip to Vegas—it was supposed to be all fun and games until we woke up the next morning married. Yes, combined together in holy matrimony and the ceremony was officiated by Louis fūcking Tomlinson.

Safe to say I was lost. I always wanted a proper fairytale wedding, not an after party mistake. So Harry took it upon himself to plan a whole wedding, with the help of Noah and my family, find a new ring, book the damn venue and even choose my dress for me.

I didn't mind though. Everything was perfect that day. Our honeymoon was in Paris and it was the most magical experience of my entire life.

Months later we moved into this large two storied house in California and even had a swimming pool, hot tubs and a basketball court. Harry had his now-famous company open a bigger branch here which was made the headquarters so he could work close from home. I worked in the office with him as well, being a business major. No, I was not his secretary—this wasn't cheap pōrn y'all. I was in the marketing department.

Life was great for the year that followed next. I was a happy married woman with a wonderful job and an even wonderful husband who paid heed to all of my wants and needs. Until now, when I didn't want to go to some stupid party and all I wanted to do was stay home and indulge in my ungodly cravings. Plus, nothing fūcking fits anymore.

I was currently in one of our guest room's, resting my back on the soft headboard with my large flamin' hot Cheetos packet on my lap, my pickle jar's lid opened and my favourite tub of ice cream beside me, angry tears still making their presence known once in a while by sliding carelessly down my chubby cheeks.

I just wanted to stay home, eat and sleep in—not go to some gala where I'd have to watch my husband her eye-raped and flirted with by Lucy, his new blonde bombshell of a secretary. Maybe I was overreacting, but I couldn't help my hormones. Yes, I am blaming my hormones, fight me.

The large mahogany door creaked, opening to reveal my handsome husband. But this time, instead of the striking suit he was in, Harry was only dressed in some casual sweatpants, his broad, tattooed chest filling my vision as I tried not to stare...and failed miserably.

Huffing, I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from him. "Go away."

His green sees filled with sorrow and I almost thought he was gonna leave. Bītch I swear, I've educated him on girl language so many times. Instead, Harry turned around, silently shutting the door behind him as he approached the bed cautiously.

I sat silently, not looking at him as he cleared my lap off my food, putting them neatly away on the table. I grabbed a wet wipe from my packet, cleaning my hands off the pickle juice that became sticky.

"Baby?" He softly called out, "can I take you to our room?" I nodded in answer, letting him wrap his arms around my back and under my knees, lifting me bridal-style.

No words were spoken throughout the short journey to our master bedroom upstairs. I however, caved slightly and leaned into him, inhaling his musky scent that I came to love.

Once the door was locked, he set me down onto the soft king-sized bed, my body immediately relaxing. Harry climbed into bed beside me, a sorry look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, angel. I should've been more considerate of your feelings instead of forcing you to come with me." He apologised sweetly, pressing his lips to my temple.

He was being so darn kind where I acted like a major bītch to him. I didn't deserve this Male, that was for sure.

"I'm sorry for being such a pain in the āss, babe. You couldn't even go to that event because of me." I sniffled, turning over to bury my face in his neck.

Lifting my face up, he showered my face with kisses, my heart fluttering every time his lips make contact with my skin. "You're my pain in the ass. Besides, there's no where I'd rather be at than home with my queen and our precious babies."

To prove his point, his large hand reached down to my protruding stomach, cupping the firmness of my pregnant belly. I lips wobbled again because damn this man was too sweet.

"Hey hey, don't cry princess. Do you want to watch a movie? Disney perhaps?" He inquired softly, tucking me in the warm blanket. I nodded my head, smiling thankfully. "Do you want some food, baby?"

"Yes please." I grinned widely, reaching over to kiss him. "Harry?"

He hummed in response, busy with choosing movies from Netflix.

"Can we have sēx now?" I couldn't help it okay? My hormones were bloody raging and he was being the most nicest human being ever.

I heard a muffled choking noise, moving my eyes to a very amused looking Harry. He laughed, shaking his head. "Anything you want baby."

Life was great.

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And it's the enddd ❤️😭

I may post another epilogue with the children once they arrive👀 But for now, it's over my loves.

Thank you all for supporting me in this journey of mine. My 5 year old brain learned a whole lot about writing (and how I should never do it again lmao jk) and progressing as a writer.

I love you all so much.

Lots and lots of love

-perfectzjm xoxo ❤️