a collection of harry styles one shots.
disclaimer: this book of one shots is based off songs by taylor swift. the purpose of this is purely for enjoyment with no ties to the actual taylor swift. i am not depicting her songs to mean a certain way...
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summary: in which husband harry partakes in clandestine meetings in parking lots with mistress bella.
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The Seattle rain pour falls heavy against the windshield of her car. She waits for the man with unwanted responsibilities outside the parking lot of a dying restaurant and she grows lost in distraction. The pitter-patter of the raindrops calms her nerves as she watches them race across the glass.
He's late.
With every torturing second that passes, she begins to lose hope. Not only in him, but in faith and humanity, too. She never thought she'd be the type of woman to interfere in a marriage. Coming from a loving two-parent and happily married home, she hates herself for stooping so low. She's become the home wrecker her mother and aunts would make fun of over glasses of wine.
It's not her fault, she wants to claim. The man charmed her. He made her see colors, vibrant and fluorescent ones, when her world was in black and white. It began with a glance from across the room and that's all that it took.
She won't admit it out loud, but she doesn't regret meeting him.
She turns her head when she hears a knuckle tap at her rolled-up window. Eagerly, her fingers race to the button on the side of her door to let him in. As the doors unlock, the man she longs for plops into the passenger seat of her car in running shorts and a damp-from-the-rain gray hoodie. His head is low and the hood remains over his head.
Letting out a shivering breath, he mumbles, "S'fucking cold."
It hurts. All she wants to do is warm him up with a kiss or a quick fuck. Though, he wouldn't let her.
It's too public.
What if somebody sees?
His excuses were the same every single time. She's learned to respect them by now.
She turns the engine of her car on, but her eyes glance at the wedding band around his ring finger.
"How's your morning been so far, Bella darling?" He rubs his cold palms together then huffs into them.
As she steps on the brake to put her car in drive, she lets herself smile at him. Bella darling. She loves it whenever he called her that. "I have a feeling it's going to get better soon, Mr. Styles."
He only nods and her smile falls when Mr. Styles doesn't impose the reaction he used to hold whenever she called him that. "Let's head out of here, yeah?"
