Harry Styles Imagines

Maiden Name Blues (Part 2)

Soooo, I had so many requests for me to do a part two to Maiden Name Blues, so here it is! I hope you all enjoy. And unfortunately requests are NOT open for one shots, but they are for drabbles/blurbs, so make sure to go request those in my ask box! And send me some feedback too.
-Nicole. xx

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The last eight months had been difficult with being divorced with two kids. And seeing as Harry had been on tour for the last two, you were playing the role of a 24/7 single mum for the past two months, the next month too. The three month tour had been a debate for both you and Harry, while he wanted to take them, you argued that the road was no place for a child, and that even Lux was sent home to be with her father every so often. Anne sided with you, and while Harry didn't, he finally agreed to allow you to keep them.

The kids pined for their father though. And while you had kept the communication to a minimum with him, for the simple reason that you were still hurt, and still thought of him as the love of your life, the kids wanted to FaceTime daddy every night before sleeping. So you clicked his name, and kept the MacBook on the table, while you disappeared, and then when the kids were saying bye, you'd hang up, not saying a word to him. And while you didn't want to have any hard feelings, your heart just couldn't take seeing him happy. Because you were far from it.

Your parents had been on at you for a couple of weeks to have the kids for a night pushing that it would give you a break since you apparently needed one, and the idea of cuddling onto the sofa with a glass of wine and a movie sounded like an incredible idea for the night. And the kids always loved a night at Nana and Papa's - it meant constant cuddles and lots of chocolate.

So understandably, the drive to your parents was filled with excited chatter from the four, almost five, and newly turned two year old in the back seat. And as soon as they were in their Nana and Papa's house, it was like you disappeared.

Your mum looked at you sympathetically as your dad took the kids into the kitchen to the treat he had for them. "How are you holding up, honey?" Your mum placed a hand over yours on the banister.

You shrugged. "I'm getting by I guess. I miss him, alot. And the kids miss him too. I just - it was his idea you know? I can't change it now. Thanks for having them tonight mum, but I'm going to get going now," you pulled your mum in for a hug.

"I'm proud of you, sweetie. I love you. C'mon little ones! Come and say bye to mummy!" Emilia came running in, attaching her arms around your hips, Mason came following close behind, wrapping his arms around your thigh making you laugh.

The drive home was quiet, and the roads were almost empty resulting in a relaxing, calm journey home. And when you finally arrived home, you instantly started to run a bubble bath with the milk and honey soak that you loved, and as soon as you sunk your body into the water, your muscles went lax and you felt more relaxed than you had in weeks.

You grabbed the book you were currently in the middle of, Gone Girl, and continued to read from the page you had bookmarked. You managed to read a chapter before shaving and washing your body before climbing out, wrapping a white fluffy towel around you. Lately, feeling good in your own skin had been a struggle, so you took out your silk, lace hem babydoll and matching underwear, slipping both garments on and looking in the mirror, and untying your hair from the bun, letting the curls flow down your shoulders. You stood and smiled at your reflection, finally feeling good about your body for the first time in a long time, when suddenly, the doorbell startled you, grabbing your black short robe, and placing it over the babydoll.

You jogged downstairs opening the door expecting to see a salesperson, but instead, standing there in the rain, was your ex-husband, with a suitcase in tow and a brown bag on his shoulder. "Hi," he said, sending you a small smile.