Harry
"Harry..?" I heard a faint female voice call from my bed. I sighed and got up from the kitchen table and went to see what she could possibly want this late at night. "What." I snapped and she lifted her head up from my sheets. "Come to bed with me, babe. Stop overthinking. I promise when the kids come, we'll all be a family and I'll help you take good care of them." Disgust ran through me and I yelled in frustration. "You must be pretty damned dumb. Or maybe insane? Which one because both of them seem to describe you right about now, Andrea." She laughed and threw her head back on the bed. "Me? Insane?! No, honey that's you. You're here with me when you should be with that wife of yours."
Brielle
"You think this is the hotel?!" Chanel shouted over the screaming fans. I gave her a 'duh' look and pointed to the fans crowded outside of my husband's hotel. "Look at them!" She laughed and grabbed my hand. Security spotted me of course and brought us both inside the hotel with ease. "Mrs Styles?!" Paul screamed over the fans and hugged me. "You're supposed to be in bed!" He said pointing to my crutches that's holding my injured leg up and my belly. I shrugged and asked him to take me to Harry's room. A very hesitant Paul nodded and grabbed my arm to keep me close. "I don't think this is a good idea.." I whispered to Chanel and she shook her head. "This is a great idea. Mission: Catch Harry Cheating is in full force!"
Harry
I watched as Andrea's chest moved up and down as she breathed through her nose while she slept. I wondered what Brielle was doing, how she felt, what she was thinking about. I can't help bu-
The door. "Harry open up!" I heard Paul's voice coming from the hallway. I groaned and slipped on my pants to open the door for him. "Sorry, we're not available at the moment. Come back later!" I screamed, joking around with Paul like we always do. "Harry Edward if you don't open this door!" He shouted and I shook my head at his failed attempt to frighten me. Andrea walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and I got closer to the door.
"Fine" I huffed and opened the door to see him, Chanel, and my wife; Brielle.
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Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015
FanfictionHarry and Brielle Styles may have what seems like the perfect fairytale life. A mansion, billions of dollars in the bank, and a bun in the oven for Brielle. But what happens when a ghost of Harry's past comes back and wants more of what he already h...
