Harry Styles Imagines

Sacrifices 9.2

After sitting on the bench in our front yard for atleast an hour, I began to get cold and sleeping outside was not an option for me. It was lucky that I still had my phone with me otherwise I would be really screwed.

I managed to walk less than 2 minutes to my bus stop and catch a bus into town centre. I then caught another bus which led me in front of the hotel I had stayed in a few times. It was almost an hour away from 'home' and taking a taxi would charge me nearly $100 if not more.

"Hello ma'am, can I help you?" The old man at he front desk politely said to me. He looked as if he had not slept in a while.

"Um..."I pondered, thinking as to how long I would be staying here. I didn't even have clothes or anything. "I need a room for one for tonight atleast?"

"Just your luck, we have one left which is on the 4th floor, room 32. The payment is $70 for the night."

"Yeah I'll take that one," I responded, taking my credit card out to swipe.

"Perfect. Checkout is at 11am but if you would like to book for another day just let us know by 9am," He turned around to give me my key as I completed payment. "Here's your key, room service and emergency contacts are on the bedside. Have a pleasant night miss."

After thanking him and heading up to my room, I couldn't help allow thoughts of Harry to fill my mind. Did he even care about me at all? First of all: I was the one who would have to give birth to the kid, I would have to take care of it morning, noon and night. And he would just be there for the cute daddy/baby Instagram photos.

What an asshole.

The room I got was fairly decent. It wasn't a 5 star hotel so I wasn't expecting an extravagant hotel, just something comfortable and where I could stay until the dumbass and I sort our shit out.

After settling in, I decided to order room service. What I was really craving was a burger and it was just my luck that they had a beef burger in a meal.

I decided to kill some time by watching tv, but every time a baby popped on the screen, I would change the channel. What was with people's obsessions with babies anyway! All they do is cry, poop and sleep. What's the fun in that. Besides, my career was only just starting and Harry's as a singer had basically just ended.

Room service delivered pretty quickly and I was pleased with the outcome. It may have just been burger and fries but I was so hungry that even horse meat would please me.

I hadn't realised I fell asleep on the bed until a loud buzzing and my annoying ringtone abruptly woke me up. I scrambled for my phone and pressed the answer button without even noticing.

"What," I growled in my sleepy state. I couldn't help that I wasn't a morning person. Besides, this guy/ girl had just woken me up in the middle of the night.

"Y/N," he slurred.

With a long sigh of annoyance at the realisation of who it was, I rolled my eyes and out the phone on speaker.

"What the hell do you want."

"You couldn't even bother and make me tea woman?!" He slurred again, making some weird noises at the end. That was when I realised he was in fact drunk.

"Are you drunk? Seriously!"

"Only a...only a...what was I sayin again? Right, what kind of w-woooooman doesn't make her husband tea!" He shouted. Anger began to boil inside of me and I knew if he didn't stop talking I would blow up any minute.

"Shut the hell up and go to bed."

"Well you're not coming back...back here ever again. I'm gonna' go and find me a new honeyyy at the strip club!" He cheered. To say that those lines broke my heart was an understatement. What I had feared was going to happen, was going to happen. He was going to go and meet another woman and leave me for her because she would want a zillion kids and have huge tits.

"Y-you don't mean that. You're drunk..." I chocked. Trying not to cry wasn't easy either. I had been able to always put a brave face on but what I feared the most was losing him to someone else.

"Oh yes I do...ima find me a hot honey and have babies with her! Good luck trying to find a new husband now...you know Y/N, babies aren't so ba-" after hearing the first sentence, I couldn't bear to listen to anymore. I hung up the phone and trashed it onto the ground but it just bounced off the carpet.

Of f.ucking course he was going to find someone else. Did I really think I could have him all to myself forever? He would get bored of me and want to leave. I didn't blame him too much but it still hurt.

And there was nothing more I wanted than to hear him say "I'm sorry,". But i knew that wasn't going to happen, at least not now.

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After 2 nights of sleeping in the hotel and having to buy clothes for me to wear to work, I decided it wasn't healthy for me. I couldn't be known as 'business owner and supposedly ex wife of Harry Styles officially homeless?' What would my boss say? And my nosy co-workers who were obsessed with Harry.

Speaking of which, I hadn't heard from him the night of the call. Of all the dumb fights we've had, this one would take the medal. Never have we been so upset that we didn't contact each other for 2 nights. Even when I found out he still texted his ex, we managed to solve it Instantly. I guess this was one of those things that just build up and now has just exploded.

"Mrs Styles, your coffee...?" I looked up to see Maya my assistant standing above me with a tray of coffees. I thanked her as I took one and placed it down on my desk, focusing on the frame picture of Harry and I on our wedding day.

"You looked very beautiful, watching the ceremony actually made me cry." Maya spoke, clearly knowing what was wrong. Besides Harry, she knew me the most and I had gotten so attached to her when she was first hired.

"Thanks Maya, I just...I had been hoping things wouldn't change but now I'm worried." I blurted out to her. She sat down in front of my desk and looked at me but I avoided all eye contact.

"The same thing happened between my boyfriend and I. I wasn't ready to have sex before marriage, being a Christian and all. He got so angry he tried to leave. Packed his bags and called a taxi." She explained. I was shocks to hear her say that because she never wanted to talk about her personal life.

"Then what happened?"

"He came crawling right back the next day and told me he would wait for me," she smiled. I sighed in defeat. It has been 2 nights now and not even a single call or message.

"Uh...I'm sorry...that was meant to help you. I'm really sorry Mrs Styles...I-"

"Hey Maya, don't stress," I placed a small smile, taking her hand in mine. "Every relationship is different. Maybe mine will just take more time."

I pulled away and turned my chair around to look at the view 12 floors down.

"I hope everything turns out for you, I really miss the bubbly and cheeky you."

"Yeah..." I sighed once again. "Me too."

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One more part? I'm not sure if I want to have a happy ending. Let me know?

-Michelle