"I'm In control of this relationship, Styles." I hiss. "And you do as I say when I say."
Harry laughs obnoxiously. "Whatever you say."
"I mean it. Styles."
Harry gets up, pushing me against the wall.
"I'm the man in this relationship. You listen...
Oh, tell me you love me I need someone on days like this, I do On days like this Oh, tell me you love me I need someone On days like this, I do On days like this Oh, can you hear my heart say No, you ain't nobody 'til you got somebody You ain't nobody 'til you got somebody
Anastasia.
The outside of the house is huge but the party is even huger.
Huger isn't even a word, Anna.
We enter the house, men and women grinding all over each other. The decor is absolutely amazing. Greek gods are painted in the ceiling. This person obviously has great taste. But still, Not my kind of scene.
The music blasts all through the mansion.
"Who's party is this?" I scream over the music.
"What?" He screams back. All of sudden the music is cut and a spotlight hits the center of the floor.
"Welcome everyone." Victoria, Harry's fucking ex wife. "I'm so happy you can make it to my party." Her perfects smile is plastered on her perfect make up face.
"Why the fuck are we here?" I whisper harshly.
"Because she invited us. The both of us." He places his hand on my lower back, rubbing small circles.
"Everyone please. Have fun and make yourselves at home." She smiles showing her perfect white teeth. Everyone cheers.
For what? Who knows.
She moves away from the center of the floor. Couples crowd around, bumping and grinding.
Victoria makes her way over to us, she's wearing a tannish/brown dress. And a huge nude jacket, her hair is wet and she just looks absolutely perfect. Nothing out of place. I roll my eyes as her nude lips curve into a beautiful smile.
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"Mr. Styles and future Mrs. Styles. Glad you made it." She holds out her hand for me to shake. I didn't move a goddamn muscle. Harry squeezes my side. She slowly sets her hand back down to her side.
"We got off on the wrong foot-." She starts.
"You said you were his wife." I spat.
"I meant ex. But you should know that." She laughs seductively while eyeing Harry.
"Stop eyeing my husband bitch." I snap, Why all of sudden I claim Harry as mine? I mean he's definite eye candy. And the black suit he's wearing makes him look.... like a sexy god. The first three buttons are unbuttoned, showing off the birds on his chest.
