The Girl

"Thank you for making dinner, it was delicious." I complimented Harry as I wiped my mouth.

"Anytime, I enjoy cooking for you." He smiled with pain behind his green eyes.

"I'm going to get going, I'll see you in two days." I slid off the chair and headed for the door.

"Wait, why aren't you staying?" The pain in his eyes was unbearable for me to look at.

"I don't want to." I muttered avoiding his sad eyes.

"This is your home too Hazel, and we are still married. Just stay. I'll even, I'll even stay in the living room." He stuttered and ran his fingers through his hair.

I did want to stay home. I wanted to stay in my bed and lay my head on my own pillow. "Alright." I nodded and went upstairs.

Once I was up there I brushed my teeth and washed my face then changed into some pjs. I got into bed and turned on my music and drew random scribbles into a journal.

"I just came in to get ready for bed." He shyly spoke.

"The bathrooms all yours." He nodded and stalked towards it. I continued my doodles as he brushed his teeth.

"So, did you sign it?" I asked. He leaned down to spit into the sink and responded with a no.

"I'll sign it after our first session." I groaned and tied my hair up.

"Why?"

"Because I want us to really try and put our one hundred percent into this and make sure you're not really doing this because I agreed to sign it." I scoffed and sunk into the pillows.

"You don't trust me."

"I do, Hazel. I just want this to work out, more than you know." He stormed out of the room, leaving me speechless.



I woke up at around 3 AM feeling hungry. I got up from the bed and made my way downstairs to get some cereal. I made sure to be quiet since Harry was sleeping in the living room.

As I ate my cereal, my eyes wandered around to see the picture of our wedding, honeymoon, his concerts, his family, my family. I laughed to myself at some of the goofy ones. Good times.

When I was done I washed my bowl and spoon and went to check on Harry. I'm not really sure why. He was laying there, sleeping with his journal on the ground along with his blanket. I picked up his blanket and covered him with it then adjusted the pillow under his head to a more comfortable looking angle. "You take such good care of me." He smiled sleepily.

"It's not exactly the most comfortable couch."

"Then let me sleep upstairs with you. Where I belong." I felt my heart crack a little.

"Go back to sleep." I shut off the light and went back upstairs.


The next day I discussed what was going on with Perrie, Eleanor and Sophia. "You can't do this." Eleanor begged.

"So I've been told." I remarked sarcastically. "I honestly have grown so distant from him, Perrie, does Zayn ever come back from the studio and just ignore you because something didn't go right? Has he left for days and not called? Has he ever made you feel like a stranger?" She was silent. "How about you El? Sophia?" I teared up. "I want to be happy again. I deserve to be happy."



The day after that was the first day of marriage counselling. "Appointment with Lydia Rockly. Styles." Harry told the receptionist. She nodded and typed in his last name.

"Yes, Hazel and Harry Styles at 10:30, Mrs. Rockly will be with you in a few minutes. Please take a seat in the waiting area." I sat down next to the fish tank and Harry sat next to me.

"Nervous?" I shook my head and examined the blue fish.

"You?"

"Nope."

"What do you think will happen?"

"Something good." He shrugged.

"Mr and Mrs. Styles, I'm Dr. Rockly. I'll be working with you two for the next two months. Let's take this into my office." The middle aged blonde woman led us into her office where I we sat across from her. "So let's start with what we would like to come out of this." She smiled at both of us. "Who's first?"

Harry looked at me, asking me if I wanted to go first. I turned away uninterested. "I'll go first. I really want my wife and I to be happy again, I don't want to be distant and fight with her anymore."

"That's great Harry! How about you Hazel?" I stared out at the beautiful View of the water.

"You want to know what I want? I want to be happy. I want to feel alive, I want to be done with this marriage." I spat. I looked at Mrs. Rockly who looked surprised.

"Well, we'll find a way to make this work."

"Good luck, I've tried." I laughed. I looked over at Harry, who's head was dropped. He was crying. "Excuse me." I sat up and left the room and headed towards the bathroom where I broke down once again.

Notes

Damn Hazel..

so what songs do you think would fit this story so far? Let me know what you think!