'A Devious Act' - Harry Styles X Reader

Chapter Four

The drive to Niall's place was slow and silent. The only audible thing you could hear was Ivy's soft snores in the back; it gave her time to think. The clock on her dashboard said nine thirty, it was late to her. Tomorrow she'll have to get up and get Ivy ready for school, and Alfie will have to go to daycare, since (Y/N) has work. It'll be the same routine, just at a different person's house. The thing that worried her is that she asked Niall to stay the night, not stay the week or stay the month or just live there. She'll need to find a rental soon, as fast as she can.

Driving made her think. Harry's reactions were unthinkable, the faces he gave responding to her. He treated Karla like his world revolved around her. He did this to (Y/N); she'll always came first, and he'll always protect her, even if she is not there. 

The one thing that was positive that came out of this fight or decision, was that he was happy, or will be happy. That is all that she wants for him, to live life to the fullest and to just be happy. Is it too much to ask? 

The process was repeated, traffic light, go, traffic light, go, traffic light, till she pulled in front of Niall's apartment. Her hand flew to her phone, lighting up and seeing that Niall left some messages for her. 

Niall: Text me when you're close. I wanna help. Xx

She replied, saying that she didn't see the message till now and that she was outside the building. (Y/N) turned the car off and opening the door. The warm, yet feverish breeze came in contact with the back of her neck, making her shiver a tad bit. She closed the door of her red SUV and started to open the door to Alfie, gently taking him out. Looking up she spotted Niall running across the street to her, a smile on his lips. He didn't ask what he needs to do, or what happened, he did the same thing to Ivy, taking her out and holding her against him. 

"You're ok?" he questioned once they all came upstairs to the flat; suitcases and all.

"I think I'll be," she said in a quiet voice, trying to convince herself. She began rocking her baby back and forth while following Niall to the guest bedroom, each of them placing the youngsters down and putting the covers on them. They both exited, closing the door gently and smiling to one another. 

"Thank you," she whispered, looking at him. 

"No worries," he replied, walking back to the television that played lightly and sitting down. (Y/N) followed him, sitting a few inches away, at the other side of the couch. 

"Can I ask what happened?" he asked, looking over at her, interrupting the few minutes of silence. She was drowned in the TV, but she was in a posture that looked uncomfortable. It was like she was scared to make herself feel like home. 

"You know I trust you Ni. I've always felt closer to you than the rest of the boys. You were my first to call." she told him, still looking at the TV.

"I'm glad you do, I feel the same way," he told her, still looking at her, "You know what, you look like you need a beer, so I shall get you a beer." Niall got up, heading towards the kitchen. (Y/N) sat looking the flashing images on the TV. She could trust him, he'll won't beat up Harry, he won't judge or feel a strong pity towards her. Therefore, she blurted it out. 

"Harry asked for a divorce." it caused Niall to almost drop the two bottles on the way back, "I also caught him cheating," she added. Niall was in shock, giving her the beer and sitting down back in his usual spot. 

"That fucker," he replied, creating her to chuckle and shake her head. 

"Not only that, but he was fucking her for a year," she added, him just groaning. (Y/N) began laughing at the whole situation, creating Niall to smile. She didn't care anymore, she had a few glasses of wine, now a beer; it must've been the alcohol. 

"Who can throw away ten years of love?" Niall pitched in.

"That was what I was thinking, but fuck him, and fuck Karla. Let them fuck each other because I don't need them in my life anymore. The kids are better off without them, and he isn't really present in their life anymore." she told him.

"Amen, sister!" Niall replied, "Are you going to try and get full custody?" Niall asked, minutes later.

"Oh fuck yeah. He, he is a special one. In that, I mean he is a total dick, and as long as I am alive, those kids will never have him as a major role in their life, anymore." she said, raising her beer, and clinking it with his. 

(Y/N) came closer to Niall, leaning her head upon his chest. Her hand came into contact with his white tee, scrunching it into her palm, and just laying there. Niall's arm wrapped around her, hand about to come down to her butt, but stopped, and settled it on her lower back. They stayed like that for minutes. (Y/N)'s shallow breathing filling the silence. Niall just looked at her, watching her slowly fall asleep, her stomach raising with each exhale, and her breaths becoming gentle. He couldn't help but smile, she really was precious, and Harry destroyed her.

Niall realised half an hour later that she was fully asleep. He was tired, his eyelids said so with slowly coming down, therefore he got up, gently, moving her to rest on the couch. He quickly cleaned up the bottles, and turned the TV off and went to her. Niall picked her up, bridal style and walked to his guestroom, laying her on her bed, and tucking her in. He watched her for a second, seeing her in so much comfort, that he couldn't help but bring his lips to her forehead, leaving a lingering kiss.

The exhaustion happened between them, the sweat present and loud breathing filled the room. They just had sex, made love, no, screw that, they fucked. Karla rolled off of him, cuddling up to his side. It felt odd to him. He was alone in this house with her. Harry does love her, he left his wife for her, but it felt weird. It must've been the fact that it is at his house.

She fell asleep shortly after, making him listen to his own thoughts. This felt weird, no wrong. Everything that he loved has been stripped from him, his kids and his wife. His mind started to worry, he just kicked her out with the kids. Where would they go, and with who? This made him go and grab his phone, texting her a quick question about her whereabouts. He knew that she would not text back fast, or ever, but at least it is out there. He didn't want to bother texting his mum or sister. They'll be disappointed in him, taking (Y/N)'s side and yell at him. He didn't need that at the moment. 

The kids were something that kept him worrying. They are just gone. Yes, he has not seen them a lot lately and he was a bit cold, but that didn't matter, he still loves them. All he had to do is listen to Karla. The court date is sent, all is about to happen is that (Y/N) will be informed about the topic, and hopefully, he'll win. 

Divorce is simple, you just sign a paper if both agreed, and it will be done. The only hard part of divorce is knowing who is who's, and what is what. But, when you add kids into the picture, everything goes sideways. He would like full custody, no, he wants full custody. All he had to do know is to listen to Karla, create what needs to be created and do what needed to be done.