Someone Like You (Harry Styles Fanfic)- Chapter 3
It was Friday evening and Harry was at home doing dishes from that night’s tea. He found that he liked doing dishes just be by himself and do something that makes him feel accomplished. He could hear the footsteps of Mallory walking behind him and he sighed, but continued to do the daily chore.
Every once in a while he would glance at the silver ring resting between his pinky and middle finger on his left hand. He still couldn’t believe he got married to someone his heart didn’t belong to. His mind couldn’t wrap itself around that fact most days, but standing behind him, there was the proof.
“Your mum wants us to come over tomorrow,” Mallory stated after a few minutes of silence to Harry. She walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his torso and rested her head against his back. “Your sister is going to be there with Greg and her children.”
“I don’t want to go,” Harry said softly at the mention of his sister’s husband.
“You can’t avoid him forever, love,” she said quietly, “It’s the least you could do since you missed their wedding. I’m sure Meaghan and Charlie would love to meet Uncle Harry,” Mallory said with a smile on her face and played with the small curls by his neck.
Harry turned the faucet off and turned around to face his wife. Out of instinct, slid his hands through the gaps between her arms and pulled her near him looking at her with his soft, heartbroken gaze. Mallory could see the hurt in his eyes, but she never could understand why he was always so upset. The thing that got her the most was the fact that her own husband was a mystery to her at times. Sure, she understood most of his antics, but she could never understand what was buzzing through his brain at times.
“I’ll think about it,” he stated with no emotion to his statement.
“Thank you,” Mallory said with a wide grin on her face. She stood up on her toes and kissed Harry’s plump, pink lips gently and wrapped her arms around his neck interlocking her hands together. “He doesn’t hate you, you know,” she stated after she pulled away from the kiss, “Greg doesn’t hate you,” she clarified.
“I never thought he did. I’m worried about if Niall is there or not,” he said softly closing his eyes and tilting his head down towards the tiled floor, “I never meant to hurt any of them,” he whispered to himself. Mallory looked at him and brought her hand up to his face and gently pressed her hand to his cheek and the pad of her thumb ran over the surface of his skin gently.
“I’m sure you’ve been forgiven, Harry,” Mallory whispered, “Everything happened five years ago, I’m sure they’ve moved on from whatever it is you did. You’re just as special to those boys now as you were back then. I see you hurting, Harry; at least get Niall’s number from Greg tomorrow.”
Harry didn’t respond to Mallory’s suggestion of retrieving Niall’s number from his brother-in-law who also happens to be Niall’s older brother. When he heard his sister was dating his band mate’s brother, he was ecstatic, but that was because the boys were still together in the band. However, things changed drastically the weeks following the split of the band. He stopped answering calls from both his sister and Greg afraid it was them yelling at him for what he did.
Mallory worried what she said might have been put Harry in a sour mood just he was just days previous to this one. She wanted to ask him so badly about the baby thing again, but she knew that this wasn’t the time to ask him. She could see he had a lot of internal conflicts going on that he wasn’t speaking about with anyone.
Mallory wasn’t sure why Harry didn’t want a baby right now. Every time her brother, Rodger, came over with his two daughters, Harry played with them and they adored their Uncle Harry. She could see Harry’s love for children in his eyes, but whenever she brought up anything about having a baby with her husband, he would say it wasn’t the time and get this empty look in his eyes. Mallory was beginning to feel jealous of everyone around her because they all were having babies and she wasn’t. She didn’t care how many she had, she only wanted one and she wanted to have one with her husband.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” Harry said and kissed Mallory’s cheek and walked past her. Mallory reached out and grabbed Harry’s wrist. He turned around and looked at her with a confused look.
“Harry,” she said with a concerned tone evident in her airy voice, “You’re beginning to worry me. You’ve been so sad recently and I-I don’t like it.”
“Don’t worry about me, love, just worry about yourself,” he said turning towards her and taking a few steps walking closer to her.
“I can’t help but worry about you, you-”
“Shh,” he whispered pressing his finger to her small lips, “I’ll be fine, I just have a lot of things going through my mind and I’m dealing with them, so don’t worry.”
“You’re not hurting yourself or doing drugs are you?” she asked him frantically. Harry reached up and took his wife’s cheeks in his hands and looked her directly in the eyes.
“I would never do such things. My life is far too important for me to waste. Besides, what would you do without me?” he asked a small smile playing on his lips. Mallory let out a sigh of relief, “The only thing I’ve been doing is sulking in old memories,” he stated softly to Mallory who nodded not bothering to question him about it. She assumed it was about the band and there was something else which was bothering him. The only thing though, she was never able to figure out what that second thing was about. Mallory knew his rose tattoo had some significance to him so it must have been the story behind his tattoo. She finds him staring at the tattoo and often wonders what it is he is thinking about when his hand traces over the rose petal.
“Go to bed, stud,” she said playfully cheering herself up. Harry smiled and kissed her lips and began walking off to the stairs. Mallory reached over and playfully slapped his bum and he laughed at his wife and walked off to their bedroom upstairs.
Mallory went over to the counter to finish the dishes. While finishing the dishes, she was deep in thought about her dreams. The only thing that consumed her mind as of late was having a baby and she felt that it was her destiny to have a baby now and she didn’t know if she could wait any longer to have one. She wanted to feel those small nudges in her abdomen in a few short months, but the way things were going, she was going to be thirty by the time she would be able to experience those things.
Mallory went upstairs and peeked inside her bedroom and saw Harry laying on his side of the bed with his arm draped over the edge of the mattress and his mouth hanging open as he slept peacefully. She tip-toed into the room and took the key off the dresser and quietly left the room. She walked to Harry’s office and unlocked the door and walked in.
“If I were Harry, where would I hide my secrets?” she whispered to herself and her eyes darted to the rectangular desk sitting by the window.
She went over to the desk and took a seat in the leather chair and looked from her left to her right deciding which drawer she should open first. She opted to open the left side first. She pulled the bottom drawer open and took out a large stack of papers and began filtering through them.
“It’s Only Christmas with You by R.J. Arthur,” Mallory read aloud as she looked at the stapled packet. She flipped through it and noticed it was a short story written by an unknown author. She found several more short stories penned by this R.J. Arthur. Mallory figured that the author’s name was a pen name of sorts since it was initials and made it sound like Remus Lupin’s name on his briefcase in the Harry Potter books and films.
Mallory found some photos of a beautiful girl in her husband’s drawer. She looked over the photo and saw a girl with beautiful brown locks cascading down her hair. She had a bright smile on her face and her brown eyes were sparkling in the light of the sun. Mallory found some of Harry and this mystery girl. Her heart was aching when she realized that this was a previous girlfriend of Harry’s.
“Who is this girl?” Mallory whispered looking at the many photos of this beautiful girl.
“Mal?” a voice asked. Mallory’s voice widened at her husband’s voice and she turned around with a sheepish look on her face.
Harry stood in the doorway of his office with a shocked look on his face. He was horrified that his wife of all people would snoop through his personal things. In his office nonetheless. He didn’t know where to start with her because he was so angry with her right now.
“What are you doing?” he seethed through the space between his teeth as he clenched his jaw together in a tight line.
“Who is this girl, Harry?” Mallory asked waving a photo of Rose in the air, “You have hundreds of photos of her.”
“No one,” he lied and pried the photo from his wife’s hands and gathered the papers and pictures from the desk and placed them back in his desk, “Out. Get out,” He said pointing to the door.
“Harry,” Mallory pleaded with large eyes.
“No, you invaded my privacy! I told you not to come in here! This is my space!” he yelled at her with anger boiling beneath his skin, “You broke my trust!”
“I’m looking out for you! Is that too much to ask for? I’m worried sick about you, Harry Edward! Is that girl the reason?” Mallory asked making a gesture towards the desk and his eyes narrowed as he stared at his wife.
“Don’t you dare bring her into this! At least she didn’t break my trust!” Harry yelled at Mallory, “Is it too much to ask for you to leave things alone and let me deal with my own problems? You had to come in here and go through my things?”
“Yes! It’s not particularly healthy to keep photos of your ex-girlfriend’s!” Mallory yelled and Harry looked at Mallory with a hurt look on his face, “You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”
“I haven’t seen her in almost six years! How can I be in love with someone I haven’t seen in a long time? I love you, Mal,” he yelled trying to make his words sound as convincing as possible, “I love you, Mallory Beatrice Styles,” he said taking a step towards his wife and she looked at him and hugged his torso. He closed his eyes letting out a sigh of relief that it worked.
“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she whispered into his bare chest, “I’m so sorry; I’ll never do that again. I understand that you had some memories with that girl, but I still don’t know how I feel about having her photos in your desk drawer.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said running his fingers through her hair, “I married you, didn’t I?” he asked and she nodded in his chest, “Let’s go to bed.”
Harry took his wife’s hand in his and leading her out of the room. He grabbed the key off the desk and locked the office door behind him and followed his wife back to their bedroom down the hall. He crawled into his bed and extended his arm out to the side and let Mallory cuddle up next to his body.
Thoughts began to consume his mind about the photos Mallory had found in his desk drawer. He knew she would eventually find them, but he didn’t think it would be so soon after getting married. Harry was upset that he couldn’t tell Mallory that he was still completely and irrevocably in love with Rose Arthur. He still couldn’t hurt Mallory’s feelings no matter how much he wanted to be with Rose. He couldn’t bear for Mallory to be hurt because of him. Even though he wasn’t in love with her, she still meant a lot to him and she cared for him, but not in the same way Rose cared for him.
Harry shifted slightly careful as to not wake the sleeping Rose. He put one of his arms behind his head and his gaze shifted to the ceiling and watched the fan spin around in circles. His eyes would occasionally shift down to Mallory who had her arms wrapped around his torso and her head was resting against one of the swallow’s on his chest. He looked over and glanced out the window into the night sky and his eyes were directed to the moon causing him to wonder if he and Rose were looking at the same moon.
“I still love you, my flower,” he whispered softly as he stared out the window.
Even in the dark sky, the moon’s bright light illuminated through his bedroom window and cast a glow illuminating Harry’s eyes. If one were to walk into the room, they could tell that Harry’s eyes were glossy and filled with tears of want. Anyone could tell he wasn’t happy with Mallory, but yet he stayed with her anyways.
Under the same moonlit sky, Rose sat on the windowsill of her flat with a mug filled with tea in her grasp. She had her head leaned against the window and was staring out the window at the round orb in the sky.
It’s been a few hours since Isaac had left her flat and she was pleased to be alone for a while. She loved her brother to death, but sometimes being in solitude is the best answer to heal the mind. She couldn’t believe that she cried over Harry this week. She wanted to so badly forget him, but her mind, and heart, wouldn’t let her forget him for the life of her.
She felt the cushion by her feet move and glanced down there to see her fat, orange cat, Crookshanks, walking towards her. His soft body moved over to rub against the side of her calf and his purring began almost instantly. Rose reached down and scratched the skin behind his ear and let him lay down on her lap.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she asked softly with a smile on her face, “Yes you are, you’d never break Mummy’s heart now would you?” she asked the cat.
Rose never knew why she spoke to her cat, but it seemed to calm her down to a level where she was somewhat sane. She bought him as a therapeutic kind of pet to keep her calm and give her someone to take care of. She cared for this cat like she would for a child. Crookshanks was her baby, and loved him to pieces.
She remembers the time where her and Harry had discussed their future on one occasion. She was laying against his chest in his bed at his flat and tracing over the tattoos imprinted on his chest. She remembers asking him what he sees in the future and a smile immediately appeared on his face and he answered that she was the only thing he sees in her future.
Harry told her that he pictures them living together in a beautiful white house with a large backyard to sit in and watch their children play with one another. He shocked her with the children part, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted children and couldn’t help but fantasize about them. He confided in Rose about his longing to have children and she didn’t find it weird at all. She found it sweet that someone like Harry, famous and yet so humble, wanted children and a family.
Harry used to tell her that he wanted to prove someone wrong that he could have a family and be different from the normal families of today’s society. He wants to be married to the mother of his children and stay married to them. He only ever wanted love in his life and he didn’t plan on backing out of that love.
She remembers Harry’s smile on his face and he flipped her over on her back and straddled her waist and looked her directly in the eyes. He told her the only person he could see as the mother of his children was her and only her. Rose smiled and told him that he was the only person she could see fathering her children.
Rose let out a sigh and looked at her cat and realized the emptiness within her that she longed for. She’s felt empty for the past and wanted to so much be engulfed in those memories just once more. She wanted so much to wrap her arms around Harry’s muscular torso and inhale his musty smelling cologne.
She sees the pictures of him and his wife at work on occasion when some of the employees have papers on their desks and it hurts her that he’s no longer eligible to be hers anymore. She sees the happy look on his wife’s face and her heart aches wanting that to be her. Then she looks to Harry’s face and he always looks so stern in the candid photos and she never knew why.
Her brother had told her that their parents were having a gathering at the house tomorrow and she was excited to see her niece and nephew again. She never really gets to see her family because of work and the fact she lives in Manchester and they live in Holmes Chapel.
Holmes Chapel. Harry happens to live there now and Rose pondered on the possibility that he might be there and see her when she’s in town. Rose didn’t know if she wanted to see him again because she didn’t know if she could refrain from kissing him senseless. Maybe seeing him once more will put her heart at ease and allow her to slowly move on from the love of her life.
Rose came to terms long ago that there was a possibility of him not loving her anymore and his marriage to Mallory confirmed her beliefs. When photos of their wedding came to the papers, she cried because he had moved on and started his own life with someone else. She remembers because she was at her work and had to leave early because her heart was shattering piece by piece as she held in the large tears.
She had packed away everything of Harry a while ago and it was hiding in the bottom of her closet away from everyone else to see. She didn’t need his photo hanging around and reminding her of what she didn’t have. Besides, her brother would have had plenty of words to say concerning the photos that she would have hanging around the house. Rose used to have them hanging on the walls, but she found herself to be staring at them all the time and forced herself to take them off the walls and put them elsewhere.
Memories are sometimes the worst of people because sometimes they’re so stuck that they can’t escape what they’re feeling. Emotions build up and wait for all to be released, but the release happens over the course of a long while. Rose is so stuck; she doesn’t know which way to move. The only way to move is to be with Harry again, in her opinion.
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