Wedlock - Harry Styles A.U

five

tw: neglect, child endangerment, violence, a lot of emotional distress

Edora

"So you're actually married?" Trixie queries as we both stroll down the streets of Los Angeles, ice coffee cups in hand, sunglasses resting on the bridge of our noses as the sun blares down on us.

"Unfortunately so." I mumble under my breath and bring the straw to my lips, sipping at my coffee as I keep my eyes down on my feet.

After the run in with Harry at the nursery, I didn't have it in me to stand around and then explain everything to Trixie. I was exhausted and had a lot to think about, wrap my head around and Trixie respected that. She didn't want to know all the nitty gritty details, she just wanted to make sure I was okay.

I wasn't. I was beyond pissed off and confused. I've never felt so much hatred for a person before in my life and I've never felt so hurt by someone who doesn't know me. His words sting, his looks of disgust feel like a punch in the gut.

I spent my Friday evening sitting on my sofa, stuffing my face with ice cream and take out pizza whilst watching rom-coms on netflix. I'd like to say I was crying over the tragedies that take place in the movies but I wasn't. I was crying because I couldn't understand how I wound up in such an awful situation. This is so unlike me and I don't actually know what I can do about it.

I hardly slept at all, tossing and turning to try and come up with a solution but I found myself stuck. I don't know much about divorce's, how they're settled and disputed but after spending some time on google, I've come to the conclusion I couldn't even afford to divorce Harry. The average cost of an attorney for a divorce is $11,000 and I don't think I've made that much money...ever. I'd be paying that fee back until the day I die.

After moping around this morning, I decided to give Trixie a call and ask if she wanted to go on a walk. I now found myself needing to tell someone and get a second opinion on what to do because it was slowly driving me insane. Of course, she agreed and I soon found myself making an effort to make myself feel better. I showered, washed my hair, did my makeup whilst listening to Taylor Swift and put on an outfit that made me feel good about myself; a creme pair of pants, a cropped brown button down that ties just below my breasts and a pair of white and brown trainers.

I told Trixie every single nitty gritty detail from that night in Vegas starting from the second she had left us together to the moment our marriage certificate was being thrown at me and I was being kicked from his apartment. She was absolutely furious and a little upset that I didn't tell her sooner but ultimately, she understood that I needed to sit with it for a little while. She knows I'm hard on myself and that this isn't something I can easily stomach.

"What are you gonna do about it?" She then asks as we find ourselves strolling through the local park.

It's busy today, families taking advantage of the mildly warm weather and bringing their children to blow off some steam on the equipment, walking their dogs, some people just laying on the grass beside the little lake in the hopes of tanning. I look around the surrounding area and blow air out through tight lips before shrugging my shoulders.

"Not much I can do." I mumble whilst kicking the stones beneath my feet on the pavement that winds around the park.

"Divorce?"

I purse my lips and look up at her. "Can't afford it."

"I can help-"

"No. This is my mess, Trixie. I'll sort it out." I quickly object, not wanting her to pay a penny into this situation. "Besides, even if I was able to get my hands on some divorce papers, I don't think he'd even sign them."