Stay.

My Ex Man.

We had finally got to the room and all I really wanted to was sleep my jet lag off, but with Karlie being in a sour mood I am pretty certain that will be the last thing I would be able to do. Karlie slumped down on the small hotel couch and threw her handbag to the ground. I glared in anger at the way she was acting and quickly excused myself into the adjoining bedroom, making up a reason why I was leaving.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and stared down at the ring on my finger. The platinum band bouncing the lamp light off of the lamp, and onto the small rock placed in the ring, did Karlie really want this? The way she's acting about it doesn't make me feel like she does. My phone vibrated in my jean pocket, alerting me from my thoughts.

One New Message - Harry.

Why is he texting me? I groaned at all the memories and heartbreak that came flashing back with reading his name. I had been in contact with him briefly due to the release of 1989, but that was only a few minutes on the phone. Nothing more. Putting my head in my knees, I opened the message quickly closing my eyes before reading it.

Harry.
Congratulations! Saw about your engagement to Karlie Kloss. You did well for yourself, a freaking supermodel. Well done she's FAF!😏

I laughed at the message until I realised I didn't really speak text language so I didn't know what FAF was. I quickly replied back saying thank you and asking what FAF meant. I threw my phone back on the bed and found Karlie standing in the doorway, staring at me with a poisonous look upon her face. "Who were you texting? You were laughing the same laugh you do when you're flirting with someone." No emotion was recognisable in her voice. I laid on the bed and held my phone up as a signal for her to look at my texts. Trying to show her I had, and will never have nothing to hide.

"Harry?" she questioned, I nodded my head slowly not liking where this was leading. "Harry has in Harry Styles, has in your ex boyfriend Harry?" she questioned again. I sat up on the bed and looked at her I could see the enraged look on her face, her pregnancy hormones are defiantly kicking in. "Look he was only congratulating us, he's happy for me. He's my ex, and a friend. Nothing more."

Karlie smiled at me and shook off her previous mood, "I am sorry baby, I just, I trust you. I can't explain my mood I was all happy when you said yes to me earlier and now I am in a shit mood because of paparazzi." All of a sudden she was on top of me kissing me passionately, I let myself relax into the kiss before she pulled away. "I will have you know FAF means Fit As Fuck and I agree with your ex, even though I don't particularly like him but you know I'm right." Karlie whispered in my ear, almost in a sultry tone. "Fit as fuck?" I whispered in the same tone.

The next thing I knew is Karlie's clothes followed by mine were littering the floor of the hotel room.

A/N - Uploaded this earlier than originally planned, leaving this chapter here. Because I need some help with the next chapter it's going to be the night of the London VS Fashion Show and I need all the details only because that week I was sick and didn't get to see it, I only saw photos and I haven't had chance to watch it since. I feel terrible for missing it but please any information will be duly appreciated, and a dedication in the next chapter will go to whoever helps the most.