Versace

Chapter 28

Kally's P.O.V
~The next day~
I was at the meeting that was scheduled for cheerleading. I've been waiting for this all day. I go to the meeting and Angela and Amber are in there on their phones waiting for the meeting to begin. Luze comes in a few minutes later, on her phone, probably texting Nick. "I've been waiting for this all day." I sigh. "Me too." Says Angela, not looking up from her phone. I wasn't mad at Angela anymore for her laughing at me. I was over it, a little bit. Mrs. Stevens comes in and we take our seats. "Okay, I'm going to write down things that you need." She says. I get out my phone and go to notes, typing what she writes down. She soon gets a box, filled with uniforms, and I get excited. We try on the skirts and all of them are too big for me, so she has do buy Amber and I a small. We're both very tiny. I try on the shirt and I fit well in a medium. We talk a little bit more, and then it's time to leave. Unfortunately, practice is at 6:15 PM to 8:00 PM. I tried to see the good out of. I tried to tell myself that I had nothing better to do so this would be good for me. But it doesn't work. I would like to be on Instagram all day, but I know that's not a very good excuse. I only had practice for two days this week. We never have practice on Friday which I found very useful. I'm on the first floor, and Harry is standing there waiting for me with a smile on his face. "Hey Harry!" I say with a smile. "Hey baby!" He smiles. I peck his lips and hug him. We walk outside, and get into the car, and drive off. "You look so good." I say. And I meant it. Harry always looked good, but today he was turning me on so much. "Thank you." He smirks. I wanted him so bad. We finally get home, and we enter the house. I notice Kitty isn't anywhere to be found, so I ask Harry, "Where's Kitty?" Probably at Anne's, I thought. "She's with my mum." He says. I knew it. I smiled, I thought it was really cute. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask, standing in front of him. "I don't know. Whatever you want to do, I guess." He says, taking his coat off. "Well, we haven't made love in awhile." I say, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Ooh." He smirks. "Mhm." I giggle. Without question, he leans in and kisses me. I grab his waist and he grabs mine. His tongue enters my mouth, I moan. My legs are soon wrapped around his waist, carrying me to the bedroom. He lies me down on the bed. His lips reconnect with mine and he takes my clothes off. I take his off, and we're both completely naked. He starts to kiss down my body, making me moan his name over and over. Harry enters his tongue in my dripping heat, making me squirm all around. It felt so good. He enters two finger inside my entrance and licks, pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Harry!" I yelp. I have the feeling to come, and I do. I sigh in relief, and Harry licks me clean. "Do I taste good?" I whisper. "So good." He smirks. He gets back on top of me and kisses me. I taste my cum on his lips. We kiss more and we starts to thrust in and out of me. "Faster!" I yelp. Harry picks up the pace, earning lots of moans from me. "You're so big." I half moan half whisper. He smirks and keeps thrusting. We soon come together and he rolls off of me. "That was great." I pant. "It was." Harry says, trying to catch his breath. I giggle at him, and scoot over and cuddle with him, wrapping my arms around his torso, and putting my head on his sweating chest. "I love you.." I whisper. "I love you too." He whispers.
Harry's P.O.V
It's 3:15 PM, and I decided to take a walk around London. I meet fans, and take pictures with them. I get a call, and it's from Kally. "Hey babe!" I say, smiling to myself. "Hey, uh, you need to come back home. Now." She says, her voice quiet. "Babe, what's wrong?" I say. "I'll tell you when you get here." She says. Before I can say anything else, she hangs up. What could possibly be going on?
Kally's P.O.V
Management was here. Yes, management. In my living room. Why? I didn't know. They wanted to wait until Harry got home, so they could talk to the both of us. I quietly waited for Harry to return home, sitting on the couch very scared. What could they possibly want this time? Were they going to force Harry and I to get a divorce? They couldn't do that. It was a free country. Then again, they kind of could, somehow. Harry finally comes home, and I quickly stand up and rush over to him, giving him a hug. "What are you doing here?" Harry says sternly, he hugs me back and for some reason, I start to cry. He hushes me and holds me tightly. "We told you that you had to divorce Kally or else." The man says. "No, I'm not going to divorce Kally." Harry says. I pull away, wiping my eyes, and look at the man. "You have to." He says. "No I don't! You don't control me!" Harry shouts. "Actually, we kind of do. Now, divorce Kally or we'll do it for you." He says sternly. "Over my dead body. You'll never get me to divorce Kally. Ever." Harry says lowly. "We figured you'd say that." He says. He has a bag, he takes out papers from it, and hands it to me. They were divorce papers. I start to cry again, and I hand them to Harry. "No, no you can't do this." Harry says, shaking his head. "We kind of can, Harry." The man says. "Divorce her, or we'll do it for you." He says again. "I can't." Harry says. "Why not? Just do it Harry!" He shouts. "I LOVE HER!" Harry screams. The sound of Harry yelling makes me jump. "I understand that Harry but-" Harry cuts him off. "NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! IF YOU DID, THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE DOING THIS RIGHT NOW!" Harry yells. "Harry, I'm sorry, but we have to do this." The man says, calmly. "And why is that? Because I need a new beard?! I'm done with that!" Harry says. "Well, we're not. Sign the papers, Harry." He says, handing him a pen. Harry smacks it out of his hand. "I'm not signing it." He says through gritted teeth. The man sighs and says, "Fine. I'll come back in a few days, and when I do, those papers better be signed." He says. He walks passed us, and out the door. I choke on a sob, and cry even harder. "Come here." Harry whispers, with his arms out. I hug him, and he holds me tightly. "I don't want to get a divorce, Harry! I love you!" I cry. "Ssh, we won't." He says, rubbing my back. "But he said if we don't then he'll do it for us." I sniff, pulling away. "I know, but he can't make me divorce you. He just can't." Harry says, shaking his head. "Then what are we going to do?" I sniff. "I don't know." He whispers. I cry a little more, knowing that this might be the last time I'll be named Mrs. Styles.