'A Devious Act' - Harry Styles X Reader

Chapter Three

The words repeated over and over again in her mind. He made a mistake, she can forgive him over time, but a divorce; she could never give him up, at least that is what she thought. The word echoed in her mind. He was willing to give everything he created to disappear. He was willing to give up on his family. She was in utter shock.

"What?" she replied. Harry turned around, getting off the bar stool and walking towards her. (Y/N) stood with one foot on the floor and one foot on the stairs, facing him. Her hand was on the railing and her eyes just looked at him, not blinking. 

"(Y/N), you heard what I said," he told her in a stern voice, coming closer towards her. 

"You're leaving me?" she questioned, glaring at him, trying to wrap the thought around her head. The tone of her voice changed, surprising her. It was like she was angry, a temperament arising. 

"Yeah."

"For her?" she said in the same voice he began with, not realising it came out. But, why else is he leaving her for? What other reasons can happen?

"No, babe, I just, I just," he began, running his hair with his fingers, "you can do better." he came to his senses, telling a fable lie.

"Bullshit. Once I found out, you were just going to leave me, huh?" she said, walking past him to get herself a glass of wine. 

"(Y/N)—"

"You know what, Harry; I don't care." she fired back, taking a huge sip of the cheap red. 

"(Y/N), please don't blame this on Karla," he stated, she rolled her eyes, chuckling. 

"So, she has a name now, wow. I was just gonna call her dirty ass fucking hoe for the rest of my life."

"For fuck sake, (Y/N), can't you give her a little bit of respect. She is my girlfriend, she is my family, now."

"Oh, a family now? What happened to us? Let me get this straight, now she has the fucking title of girlfriend. I haven't even agreed to a divorce, yet. Ok, fine, divorce is settled then. Just, clean up this fucking mess, Harry, you made it; this is your house too. I'm going to bed, you can sleep on the couch tonight." she interrupted, placing her foot between the glass, dodging it the best that she can. Heading upstairs. 

Halfway up he talked again, "(Y/N) you're right, this is my house. But, I'm going to ask you to leave." he told her, standing in his past position. 

"You're asking me to fucking leave my own house?" she said, shaking her head lightly, "fine, I'll leave." 

Harry nodded watching his wife go up the rest of the stairs. (Y/N) pulled out a suitcase piled main things in, grabbed another one and did the same towards the kid's draws. She walked down seeing him face her, ignoring him. She carried the two suitcases towards her SUV and coming back inside, Harry just watching her actions.

Harry had no idea how to react? He was surprised that she didn't fight back, or beg for forgiveness. Yes, he did mess up, but there is a reason for it. He simply was not in love with her. Someone else took his heart. She went back upstairs, him pondering and realising it was just probably more stuff she needs to get. Harry was surprised that she took it sorta well, obeyed and is fine with the whole ordeal.

He went back to the fridge, not bothering to clean up the glass and grabbed another beer. (Y/N) came down, the footsteps uneven. 

"Come on Iv, you can fall asleep in the car." he heard her voice and small child's grumble. She was taking the kids. 

'She is taking the fucking kids,' he thought.

He turned around, seeing a sleepy baby nestled into her chest, and his daughter holding onto her hand, the other gripping a stuffed animal. 

"You're taking them?" he questioned, anger rising up in him.

"Yes, goodnight, Harry," she told him, giving him a smirk and a nod. She helped her kids, heading to the door.

"You can't just do that, they're my kids too." He started coming closer to her, kneeling down in front of his daughter, trying to get her to come to him.

"I can do whatever I want because they are my kids. It's not like they're in your life, really," she told him, helping Ivy in her boots, with her other hand holding her baby against her chest, his head nestling to her neck.

"You can't just say that," he told back.

"I'm just trying to be honest." she opened the door, about to go, when Harry grabbed her arm. 

"Don't fucking touch me," she told him, him instantly letting go. The door slamming shut followed. 

She got into the car, closing the door and sitting for a few minutes on the driveway. If she were, to be honest, it did make her sad that Harry didn't run out and beg for her back. (Y/N) sat wondering who she could call for this problem. She doesn't have a lot of friends; just people through Harry. Gemma was out of town, and Anne is in Cheshire. 

The only person that she is close to is, Niall. So, she picked up the phone, dialled the number and pressed the call button. It took two rings and he answered, the Irish accent ringing through.

"Hey Niall, can I ask you a favour?" (Y/N) questioned in a low voice. Niall's simple eager voice turned to more concerning. Why would she call him at nine o'clock at night?

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Can the kids and I crash at your place tonight?" she replied, feeling the silence for a moment.

"Of course." 

The feeling rushed out, glad that she had a place to go. The minute she hung up, messages from Harry came upon the scream. (Y/N) just groaned internally, not wanting to see what he was asking. She turned on the car, placing it in drive and heading down the street, turning left at the stop sign; driving down the highway to Niall's place.

The minute that she walked out, Harry's whole posture changed. He let out a breath that he had no idea he was holding; his posture beginning to slouch. It wasn't fair to him that she just walked out with the kids, but what he and Karla agreed, it won't be like this for much longer. So, he grabbed his phone, texting (Y/N) about the kids, and all, asking for them back.

Harry drank the beer, gulping it down faster than he thought he could, and grabbed the phone that was next to him, pressing the contact of his girlfriend. A few rings are all it took before he heard her voice. 

"Hey baby." her voice came to his ear, a smile coming to his perfect features. 

"I did it. The house is all mine. All we need to do now is call our lawyers, and get in court. Have you dug anything up on her?" he questioned, walking towards the fridge once again. Grabbing pieces of food to snack on. 

"Not a lot, we just have the small factors that you've told me. Can I come over, baby? I need your company, it also means I need your dick inside me." she asked him, giggling at the other end, trying to sound flirty.

"Of course doll, I'll be ready."