Harry styles imagines.

Marriage dry spell. [PART 2]

Smut warning 😁🌚

Two days later and nothing had changed. I still felt the huge lack of love and now I was feeling it even more than usual with my recent discovery of how unattractive and unappealing I seem to have become to my own freaking husband. I couldn't understand it at all, I had spent the last two days just re-living that horrible, humiliating moment-- and don't even get me started on what hits me when I go to bed-- , I knew Harry knew what I was mulling over in my head, I was playing the role of Captain obvious fairly well. He knew I was thinking and doubting his love for me from the uneasy glances he kept throwing my way, but what hurt the most was how he wasn't doing anything to change my opinion. Like, he hadn't comforted me, or even mentioned what happened again. It was like he didn't give a shit wether I knew he loved me or not. As if it was some trivial matter and his dear business was more important.

You could say I was a mess.
Harry came into the bedroom where I lay with my head hanging off the edge of the bed and my legs resting against the bed.

"I've told you not to do that, the blood rushes to your head, baby." Harry commented as he made his way over and took a seat next to my head on the bed. I ignored him continuing on with letting the blood rush to my head.

"We didn't have breakfast so I was thinking we should go out to iHop or something." Harry said as he pulled out his phone from his skinny black jeans and began to rapidly type out a text to someone.

I sat up quickly, a bit too quickly as all of the blood rushing to my head was immediately stopped and forced the opposite way and I had to clutch Harrys shoulder as my vision cleared.

"I told you." He huffed.

"You want to go out. . With me?" I asked incredulously as I stated at him in shock. When did he ever want to go anywhere willingly with me by his side?

"Don't look so shocked," Harry almost scoffed in half amusement and half irritation.

"Well what do you want me to do? We never go out together." I snapped at him before standing to my feet so I could change my clothes as I was still dressed too inappropriately to actually go out in. Especially with a CEO as a husband.

"Okay so let's go," he said already on his way out. I sighed heavily shaking my head at him before I stripped out of my T shirt and thigh high socks to a Lacey tank top and some jeans. I shook out my messy hair that was in tight braids and let the curls bounce around my neck before following after Harry not bothering with makeup as it was only breakfast and I doubt the pancakes will judge my natural face.

We locked the apartment door and took the lift down and out onto the busy streets of NYC, we walked side by side without any shoulder nudging or hand holding. It was empty, void of any emotion and that spoke volumes in my mind.

We settled down into a booth and ordered some pancakes in silence.

"So. .how's work?" I asked awkwardly as I gazed at Harry. He shrugged a shoulder carelessly.

"Same old, same old." I nodded my head in response before we once again settled into silence. The air thick with awkwardness, it was as if we didn't even know each other, like we hadn't been married for the last 2 years. It brought a stinging sensation to my eyes that we couldn't even hold a decent conversation with each other.

I ate my pancakes in relative silence, occasionally attempting conversation but never succeeding so eventually I just gave up. Once we were finished Harry paid and we headed out walking into the bustling crowds of New York.

This is what I loved about New York, the fact that you could just step outside and get lost in the crowd and let the throng of people just guide you to your destination. Everyone was always in a rush to get somewhere, or away from somewhere, or someone, I loved the horns of the taxis and the chatter of the crowd. I loved it here. There was never silence.