The next morning, I wake up rather happy and cheery. Adam quickly notices it, the second he steps back into the bedroom.

"You're quite happy this morning." He fixes up his tie.

"I am." Smiling up at him, I admire his body in these suits.

"Well then, you'll probably have a happy day today." He finishes fixing his tie and bends in front of me.

"I love you." Adam tickles the tip of my nose.

"I love you too." I move towards him and only peck his lips.

He stands, picks up his suitcase and leaves with a small wink sent to my direction.

I manage to stand up and take a bath.

Making my way downstairs once I've dressed up and fixed up some mascara, Gemma stands by the stove cooking egg omelette.

"Goodmorning Gemma." I greet her, walk towards her side and peck her cheek once I reach her.

"Hey! You're happy this morning." She's a bit amused.

"Yeah." I blush a bit and giggle softly.

"Do you want an omelette?" She smirks at me. Classic thing with the Styles family.

"Sure, thank you." Taking a seat around the table, I watch Gemma as she cooks.

Sooner, rather than later, Harry walks into the kitchen. I gasp softly as he steps in, shirtless, sweaty...oh my God!

"Is my breakfast ready?" He ignores me completely, yet he perfectly saw me as walked in. Asshole!

"Yes, here you go." Gemma hands him over a plate carrying an omelette, with eggs to the side.

He makes his way towards the table. When it looks like he's going to sit away from me, he sits right beside me.

"Why are you sweating Harold? Were you working out?" Gemma asks as she then hands me a plate with the same food as Harry's.

"No, I was having sex." I suddenly choke on the sip of apple juice I was just taking.

"Harry! That's gross! Are you okay Emma?" Gemma shakes her head, and asks me in a very concerned tone.

"Don't ask questions like that if you don't want to know." He keeps eating as if what he just said is just normal to talk about.

"I didn't want details, just a simple yes or no."  She huffs and turns to make another omelette.

"Oh those aren't details sister." Harry makes complete eye contact with me as he converses with Gemma.

"That's explicit enough."

I turn away from Harry's intense gaze and look down at my plate. I can still feel his burning gaze right through me. God, he intimidates me so horribly.

"What are you doing today?" He puts his hand right on my thigh, making me squeak out loud.

Gemma turns to me, but I act cool.

"Who me?" She looks at her brother, raising a brow.

"Yes, who else would I actually be interested in asking?" I turn to him in disbelief. Did he seriously get this pissed about last time?

"I don't know, maybe Emma." Gemma shakes her head.

"I have nothing to do with Emma. She's a married woman." Harry takes a hand off of my thigh. I watch him eye to eye. I'm pissed and hurt!

Standing up from the table, I watch as Gemma watches me.

"Excuse me, thank you for breakfast Gemma." I speed walk out of the kitchen, before the pricking tears decide to roll down my cheeks.

"Emma, you didn't even eat!" I hear her speak out loud as I jog up the stairs.

I know it's not my house, but I slam the door. Throwing my body on the floor, I cry out.

The door creaks open slowly.

"Not now Gemma please! It's nothing." My hands clean a bit of my running mascara.

A pair of hands wrap around my waist. I am suddenly lifted up and facing Harry.

"Why are you crying?" He studies my face, but I don't bother to watch him.

"Doesn't matter, it's not like you're actually interested in asking me." Taking a step away from him, he then grasps my hand and pulls me into his chest. His arms curl around me, keeping me hostage.

"Why are you crying over that? You are a married woman." I keep my face tilted, facing the window.

"That's not what you treat me like when you're trying to fuck me." I watch as his pupils expand a bit.

"You're blaming me?" He finally pushes me out of his arms. He has an expression I can't quite decipher.

"You're the one who comes around and kisses me, then you tell me to leave you alone because you're married." His voice rises.

"I..." I really don't know what to say.

"Make up your fucking mind." He shakes his head.

"Excuse me?" I frown.

"My fucking mind was made up a long time ago! I married Adam and that is exactly the choice I made." New tears of anger now run down my cheeks.

"It's you coming and ruining my life!" I push him backwards from his chest.

Harry just watches me carefully.

"From what I see, you seem to enjoy having this rendezvous with me." He's so fucking cocky.

"Why do you lie to yourself Emma? Why can't you just admit and agree with what you feel for me?" He softens his voice, something I have never seen Harry do in these past few weeks of knowing him.

"There's nothing Harry." I make eye contact with him.

"Bullshit! Every time I touch you or kiss you, your heart beats so fast..and sometimes it stops." Harry takes a step closer to me.

"What are you so scared of? Adam wouldn't find out about us." His large hand tucks a strand of hair to the back of my ear.

"You wouldn't understand." I sigh and take a step back.

"Tell me so I can." Why don't I believe him when he says that, no matter how much his face expression looks truthful.

"You should go." Looking away, I speak to him.

I watch from the corner of my eye, as he shakes his head. Harry turns his around and leaves, slamming the bedroom door making me flinch.

He's right, I am afraid. But it isn't for my marriage. I'm not afraid of Adam knowing to be honest. I know that sounds so fucked up and it should be the most delicate thing for me to worry about, but it's not.

Crying into the bedsheets, my thoughts swallow me whole.

I am afraid of being with a man as young as me because men at this age are immature and they're cheaters and all they will do is break your heart. That is one of the advice I did take from the only aunt I had left after my parents died.

All I wanted was a perfect life with my mature man, but why did that green eyed..pink plump lips..good looking asshole got my attention?!

He wasn't the first young one to try things with me, but he obviously captured me! Why?! I'm supposed to be in love, having a beautiful life with Adam.

These holidays I wanted nothing but to feel the love of family, something I had never had. Why did he have to ruin it?

A soft knock is heard on the bed room door.

"Yes?" I try and sound as normal as possible.

"Hello Emma, it's me..Anne." She speaks from behind the door.

"Oh..come on in Ms.Anne." With the neck of my shirt, I clean up my tears.

"Thank you." She steps in.

"Oh honey, are you okay?" Her eyes widen as she walks closer towards me and notices I was crying.

"Yes...it's just, my allergies." I let out a stifling laugh to try and convince her.

"Well they're really bad sweetheart." She takes a seat beside me.

"I know." I giggle.

"Are you sure? Is everything okay for you?" Anne is doubting.

"Yes, I'm sure Ms.Anne, no need to worry." I pat her hand for assurance.

"Okay honey...I just came up here to tell you that Adam was trying to reach you but he said you wouldn't answer your phone so he called me instead." She explains herself.

"Oh, I left my phone in my purse. What did he say?" I remember.

"He said that Harry is going to drive you to see a few houses on sale so you can pick one you like." I swallow harshly.

"Oh."

"You don't seem excited for that...do you not want to live here in London sweetheart?" She studies my face.

"No, I do...I just...I didn't think he'd get us a place this quick." I lie. That isn't even the problem! My problem is that Harry is the one taking me.

"I know, bummer! I really love having you guys here full time." Anne smiles.

"Thank you Ms.Anne." I bend closer and hug her. She reminds me of the mom I never had.

She hugs me back tightly. When she lets go, she leaves the room. I clean myself up and decide to face Harry. If he is going to take me to these places, I don't want us to fight anymore.

Stepping out into the hallway, I walk over and knock on his bedroom door softly.

He quickly opens the door, looking a little shocked about me being the one behind his door.

"You're driving me to see houses?" I ask him straightforward.

"Mhmm." He's ignoring me.

"Then let's please get along. Let's not talk about....us." Harry suddenly makes eye contact.

"Okay." I don't know if I hit a soft spot. Does he even have a soft spot?

"I'll be waiting downstairs waiting." I notify him and walk away.

Standing by the door for a few minutes, Harry then makes his way down the stairs. He wears a black t-shirt, black jeans and brown boots. His hair is pushed to one side.

Harry doesn't speak a word to me as he passes right by me and out the door. I follow closely behind and make my way to the passenger seat.

He unlocks the car and we both hop in at the same time. Moving out of the house property, Harry keeps his focus on the road.

"So you're not going to speak to me at all?"

"There's nothing to talk about." He's blunt. Shit!

"How was sex this morning?" I joke around, but blush. Why did I just ask that? I can die now. Harry looks at me, then back at the road.

"How was sex last night?" My eyes widen.

"What?" I swallow down my saliva.

"How do you know about that?" I look away.

He doesn't answer.

"Harry." I finally turn to him and try again.

"This conversation is over." He puts the music volume up.

How on earth does he know about that? Oh my God! Could it be possible he heard us!?

Looking out the window, I close my eyes and shake my head. This has to be some sort of nightmare right?

After half an hour of ignoring each other, he finally parks in front of a two story tall house.

"Go check out that house, it might be a good place to have sex in." My mouth parts open in shock.

"Give me the addresses to the rest of the other houses." I hop off of the car.

"Why?"

"I'm gonna get a cab to take me around. I'm honestly not in the mood for your fucked up personality today Harry." Now who's blunt?

"Excuse you?" He shuts off the car and steps out.

"You heard me, now give me the addresses." You want to play this fucked up game, then get on with it.

"Oh I'm sorry Miss fucking perfect, I forgot you don't have a change of mind every five minutes." He remarks.

"At least I have reasons, what do you have?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I defend myself.

"Usually I love to watch you and talk to you Emma, but today...you ruined my whole day." He looks so hurt. I don't think I've seen him like this before.

"Here." He takes a folded paper and shoves it into my hand.

Harry steps back to his car, turns on the engine and drives away.

Oh. Damn, now I fucked up.

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