'A Devious Act' - Harry Styles X Reader

Chapter One

If you were to ask her what would happen in the future, only a short few years ago, she'll never expect this. She never regretted the actions, she never regretted him, or the relationship they had together. Through thick and thin, as they say. But, in her eyes, this relationship has no more hope, yet she wanted it to work. 

She thought that he would never do this in her life. He always told her that relationships are based on trust and love. Those words he has told her once before on their marriage night; one strike means out. No mistake is a mistake in cheating. But, why would he say it when she stands there in the doorway of her bedroom, in tears, trying to look away at what she saw. Did he lie?
(Y/N) had no idea what to do. This has never happened to her, yet she feels like it is real to her. How could someone throw away seven years of marriage, ten years together, and a relationship full of love, and honesty, as so she thought? 

Her mind went around the last couple of months; thinking that they weren't having problems. They communicated, but she thought of the situation, click of the puzzle pieces came together. He was gone to late at night, he was cold to her, he never had time for their family, and he was distant. She has been so focused with their eighteen-month-old, and their five-year-old daughter, that she did not realise. 

She came home late at night; ten to eleven, not too bad in her world. Her eyes were slowly falling shut, but when she closed her door, she heard a faint cry. (Y/N)'s thoughts were simple, thinking that Harry was sleeping, not hearing their youngest was in a moment of distress. She toed her shoes off, dropping her bag down. A pair of cream heels caught her eye. It was odd, if they were hers, why would they be there? 

'Ivy must've taken them out.' she thought, ignoring them, not bothering to clean them up.
The lights of the house were off, the kitchen was spotless, and the living room had no toys anywhere. Her son's cries took over her mind; must've been the motherly instinct. Each foot came in contact with the wooden stairs, her hand gripping the handle. She needed to hurry, not wanting to deal with her other child as well. Turning the corner, and opening the door of the room, she saw her baby. 

Alfie with his blonde curls was sitting in his crib, wailing away, holding onto his blanket. Tears streamed down his reddened face, making any mother upset seeing their child in this state. (Y/N) picked him up, comforted him, rocking him in the chair across the room. The cries died down, making her smile appear once again. Alfie turned back to his sleeping state moments later after shushing and kissing him, quietly. Her ears picked up another sound, a grunt, and a high pitched moan. Confusement came to her. She placed her second born in his crib, kissed his forehead and gently closed the door.

Walking the few steps to their master bedroom, the door had a small crack open, a lamp light coming through the gap. What was she expecting, she was so blinded by something? But, what? Her pale hand came in contact with the door, pushing it ajar, and what she saw was nothing that she expected.

Here she stood, frozen. What she saw, was definitely something she never wanted to see. Her mouth was open a tad bit, tears lined her eyes, and she was gobsmacked. No wife would ever expect to see their husband cheating on them. 

She saw an eyeful of the female's butt, her riding him. Their moans and groans were continuous, and Harry looked like he was having the time of his life. In her eyes, it was hardcore sex, full on sweat was lied on each other's foreheads; the glistening catching her eye. They have not had this together since their honeymoon days or newlywed years. He craved it, she reckoned, and she failed as a wife to give it to him.

It brought a sense of, nothing, just plain nothing. She had no idea how to move forward. Should she speak? Make a noise? Who knows. (Y/N) stood for what felt like minutes, seeing her husband fuck a girl intensely. Was she to say a simple sentence to him? Or blow out in a fight? She came to her senses.

"Glad you took the time to take care of your baby." she simply told, seeing the both of them turn their attention to her. It took her by surprise of the confidence lined in her voice, yet it raced with questions. What to say next?

"(Y/N), love, it is not what you think." Harry began, pushing the girl's body off of him. The minute he began talking in the voice that she fell in love with so long ago, made her inners turn. Anger boiled up.

"No, shut the fuck up Harry." she began moving towards him, standing right in front of the bed now. "I don't need your bullshit pity at the moment. Your son was crying, he was in distress, and what were you doing, hmm, fucking a slut? Go you, extra points for you. Cheating on your goddamn wife." she said, pointing towards him, finger coming close to his butterfly tattoo. The brunette girl next to him looked either happy with the side smirk she showed or just have no idea on how to react. 

"And you. You are such a slut. You knew he was married, and marriage is about love between one another, trust and obedience. So how fucking dare you, take that away from us. You are nothing more than a whore, a dirty whore." she began, coming closer to her. She had no idea how to control her actions, so her hand came in contact with her hair, pulling her closer to her. The girl's mumbled screams began to fill the hallway, she had to get her out quick or else she will have to deal with a cranky Ivy.

"How dare you. How dare you screw a married man in his own bed, with his children in the other room. You are disgusting." 

The anger grew stronger, her starting to pull the half-naked body across the room, Harry begins to follow her.

"(Y/N), hun, stop, you're hurting her," he said, trying to follow her. (Y/N) didn't stop, kept dragging the girl down the stairs to the spotless living room.
"Hurting her? Oh god, Harry, you are so fucking stupid," she told him, pushing the girl down.
What came next surprised all. Her fist came in contact with the girl. Her leg came in contact with her leg, and her cries began to shatter the room. (Y/N) was eventually pulled away. 

She stood there, across the girl's beaten body, looking at him, yet she did not pay attention to her bloody bruised hands. Her eyes just fell upon the man that she once trusted, him looking at his mistress, the girl who helped the affair to go ahead. He had no idea how to respond, should he go to his wife's arms, hold her, or go to his lover's? He could not decide. 

(Y/N) did not regret her actions, pulling the girl from her sitting position, half dressed, grabbed by the hair, and punching her in the living room. Harry tried to remove his wife from her actions that she'll regret, but it took a lot of strength to muster to do so.

"How long?" she began, breaking the glance from the floor. His throat was dry, he coughed, bobbed his Adam's apple, and let out a simple response. A sound barely anyone could hear, but she caught it.

"A year."

All she could do was nod, shake her head, and walk up the stairs. (Y/N) rushed to their bedroom, grabbing his draw from his draws, and coming to the top the stairs. Throwing all the clothes at him, and rushing back, repeating this process two more times. He has everything but underwear. 

"Get the fuck out. We can talk about this in the morning," she said, turning back to her room, closing the door, and just climbing into her bed. Eventually, she heard the engine of the car turning on, and the lights slowly dimming away. What the fuck has he done to this family?