Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

21. Suspicion

Taylor

After a long time I finally have another day off. No work, no rush, no commitments. I can be at home and just do nothing. When I enter the living room, my husband is already sitting at breakfast reading the newspaper. From behind I carefully sneak up on him and then embrace him hard. He turns his head and mumbles a "good morning" into my neck.

"Are we a little grumpy today, Mr Styles?"

He gently shakes his head. With my fingers I shape his wild curls the way he likes it.

"Come on, put the boring newspaper down and enjoy the day with me!"

His hand pushes mine aside.

"I have to work, Taylor. Louis wants to publish the book soon and there's still so much to do."

He's under stress, I think.

"You've been in a bad mood lately. You never have any time for me, for us. At night you're either too tired or you go to the pub with Zayn," I grumble.

Now he's suddenly wide awake. Did I hit a nerve?

"What does that mean? Yesterday was the first time I had a drink with our neighbour. Do you blame me for that now? You really wanted to be friends with the Maliks, didn't you?"

Harry is right. Stupid of me to hold that against him. Besides, I'm glad that he's finally found a friend. Nevertheless I feel neglected - in every way. Harry avoids physical contact. There are hardly any tender touches, kisses or longing glances between us anymore. I am not allowed to travel so often.

"Would you like some coffee, too, darling?" I ask in a better mood.

"No, thank you. I already had three."

I dare a new attempt and sit on his lap, push the newspaper aside and kiss his beautiful mouth. Harry mumbles against my lips.

"Mmhh Tammymmlyor, lemmt meem! I havmmme tmmo wmmormmk!"

I don't understand a word and I keep kissing him. Harry gives in and replies. Our kiss feels different. He is so without any passion, so forced.

"What's the matter?"

I want to know. Harry looks a little stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"What is wrong with you? Did I do anything wrong?"

My husband still doesn't seem to understand what I mean.

"What are you talking about, Taylor?"

I stand up and get my cup of hot coffee, sit on a chair and think.

"Taylor?," he asks.

"Harry, you've become so different. You're always burying yourself in your work. We've barely time for each other. You're not kissing me. You don't touch me anymore. You don't even look at me anymore," I say frustratedly.

Harry's eyes widen and he nests on his fingers.

"Taylor, that's not true. Well, I'm just a little bit stressed out with the book. Louis really wants to publish it and he's pressuring me. Better times are ahead. Promised".

He comes up to me and gently kisses me on the forehead. I mean, he kisses me on the forehead! How weird is that? For now I am reassured, but I'll keep an eye on it.

"Since you probably won't be spending your day off with me today, I'm going to go to the garden and relax. Maybe Gigi will come over later," I say and look up at the window of the Maliks.