'A Devious Act' - Harry Styles X Reader

Chapter Two

It felt like nothing has happened when she woke up. She felt like it was like any other day. It used to be that she would wake up beside him, but lately, he never been there for her awake. 

The pillow beside her was damp, it was like she cried throughout her sleep, the tears still present upon her cheeks, reminding her of the events. It brought her back to the situation, the whole ordeal of it all. Why would he do that? Why would he throw away ten years of love, memories? Why would he do that to his family?

(Y/N) lied in her bed, the sun streaks flowing through her window, the white covers bunched and she just lay looking up at the white ceiling, pondering these questions. Should she take him back? If it was really a mistake, he would never do it more than once, and this process, this "accident" happened throughout the year. 

(Y/N) wouldn't be lying if she said she still loves him. But thinking the situation over and over again, began to bring an astonishment. He really fucked up. 

The noise of thumping feet brought her out of her trance; no longer frozen. The blood rushed back, it felt like time stopped, and she was back in reality. That this was all a dream, but sometimes dreams can turn into a nightmare, and this is a nightmare in her eyes. 

A dip happened on the bed, she turned her head and spotted her firstborn making her way in the bedroom. Ivy began crawling up to her, the green eyes slightly showing a sparkle when the sun fits the iris. She was a spitting image of him, curly brown hair, green eyes, but she had her nose; a small petite nose. Seeing her, brought a small tear fall down her face. How was she to break this to them? Ivy might pick up pieces and Alfie will just be oblivious. 

"Hey, poppet." (Y/N) told her, bringing her in for a morning cuddle. Ivy just giggled, seeing her mummy have a smile upon her lips.

"Where's daddy?" she questioned, making (Y/N)'s head turn to her, a smile came to a frown; she couldn't break it yet.

"Out, love. Let's go get your brother, and eat so breaky. Hmm?" she told her, ticking her belly. She rolled off the bed, her daughter standing up and jumping on the mattress. 

"Come on, then." 

Walking in Alfie's room was the same as any day. He truly is a mummy's boy, jumping and screaming in joy when she comes in. He was just standing up, holding onto the crib, playing with his blanket. (Y/N) walked in, opening her mouth, shaking her head creating a big smile. Her arms went out, coming towards her little one.

"How's my precious boy?" she clapped at him. All Alfie can muster was a loud squeal, dancing a bit with his butt, doing a little boogie. It brought joy to her broken heart. She didn't need a man in her life, just Alfie. Alfie can be the man of the house. 

She picked him up, him instantly placing his head against her neck. She tapped his butt a bit, rocking him back and forth, while her daughter followed behind. 

(Y/N) did the normal routine, feeding each child of hers. Placing Alf in his chair, and Ivy sitting at the breakfast bar, drawing in her notebook. 

She went to her phone, checking if anything has happened. Surprised to see no message from Harry; it brought her mood a bit down. 

"So tell me," she began, wanting to ask the kids what happened last night, "what'd you do with daddy when mum was out?" Ivy looked up a bit, seeing her mother feed Alfie some baby food out of the fridge. 

"Daddy put Alfie to bed early, like right after dinner. Then some lady came over and dad told me to go to my room." Ivy told her, continuing to draw. (Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to know more about the situation. Ivy sounded like she didn't care, it couldn't be too bad. 

The day continued the same, no messages from Harry, no questions from the kids. He truly was distant. The three of them went to the market, picking out fruits and vegetables for the week. Ivy loved seeing all the different types of candy, (Y/N) letting her pick a few. She enjoyed the time with her children. She'll always enjoy their company. 

Coming home was a gong show, Alfie was cranky and tired, and the traffic was terrible. They eventually got home ten to six, with a tired baby in the back and a hungry five-year-old. She parked the car, and got out, holding Alfie close to her. 

What they didn't expect coming home was a tired Harry sitting on the couch, with a beer, watching some random channel. Ivy instantly forgot her worries and ran to him, clutching him. He hugged her but let go of her quick, pushing her away, slightly. (Y/N) simply ignored him, setting Alfie in his highchair, and taking out the takeout from her bag. 

"I didn't know you'll be home, so I got you nothing." usually they would split if this was to happen, but can't she be selfish for once in her life? He is pretty good at it and has done it an awful lot. 

"Not to worry love, already ate the leftover pizza in the fridge." He replied, sitting at the breakfast counter next to his daughter who consumed herself in the food. Everyone sat, the two kids stuffing their mouths. Alfie created more than a mess, the leftovers of everything was around his lips, giving her a smile. Eating together was awkward, the kids didn't pick up on it, but it was tense between her and Harry. Harry sat in silence, arms crossed out in front of him. (Y/N) ate lightly, picking at the food constantly.

"Ivy love, it's late, and you have school tomorrow, so please go brush your teeth and go to bed. Mum will be up there in a bit, with Alf." (Y/N) broke the awkward silence. It was odd for her chatterbox five-year-old to be quiet as a mouse. Ivy nodded, heading up the stairs, while (Y/N) cleaned up. 

"Can we talk about it?" he asked, taking sips from the beer.

"How many of those have you had?" she fired back, putting the garbage away, and cleaning Alfie's highchair table.

"Three."

"Then no." she fired back again, picking up Alfie and heading up the stairs. Harry was undefeated, simply pushing the beer away, watching it smash on the floor. The glass bottle coming in contact with the wooden floors. His cheek in his palm, and just look towards the kitchen cabinets. 

(Y/N) could hear it from upstairs, groaning internally when she placed a kiss on her baby's forehead, and quickly coming downstairs, seeing the mess. She ignored him, ignored everything around her, and picked up the lukewarm milk and running back upstairs, completing a part of her nightly routine.

"Harry for fuck sake, you're acting like a child," she said, coming down the stairs, seeing him with his head in his palms, and just being still.

"I want a divorce," he mumbled, more to himself, practising for what is to come. 

"I want a divorce," he said once again, louder at the moment.