‘A Small Phone Call ( ll )” - Harry Styles Divorce Series
Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
Warnings: swearing, divorce
She sat across from him, pen in hand as she tuned out the nonsense mutter from Harry’s lawyer. She loved Harry, that is what she is trying to believe, but people say that you will always still love your first love; and here she is following that. Y/N didn’t care if she got half the money or no money, she didn’t care if she got the New York apartment or their London townhouse, nor she cared about every car that Harry owns. She cares about what happened that morning, something she doesn’t know how to bring up when she is about to sign away her happiness.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Harry.” she opens her door, he smiled at her, hand ruffling his hair; anxiety creeping up on him.
“I know,” she was about to open her mouth, but he continued, “It is weird, you not being home. I look around every corner of the house and all I think about is you. You remind me of you, and us constantly. I just had to come over and see you.” she nodded her head, still not opening her apartment’s door, “I just want to see if you’re ok. You are not good with change, and I could sense that it is really affecting you.” Y/N wanted to smile to the fact that he knows her more than anyone else in the world, but she couldn’t.
“I’m good, you don’t need to worry about me. I am settled, my flat is organised the way I want it, and I am not anxious about spilling coffee on the carpet or placing your Gucci clothes in the washer instead of hand washing them. I am being normal, living a normal life.” she made a valid point, he nodded, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
“I brought you a housewarming gift,” he said, holding up a bag, and pulling out the beautiful Cabernet Franc. She shook her head in a guilty pleasure way.
“You know the way to my heart, Styles; you’re invited in.” she holds the door open, “but you can’t stay long. We’re supposed to be separating and living new lives. We can’t go back to our old habits…at least that is what my therapist said.” she mumbled the last part. This sparked Harry’s attention.
“You’re seeing a therapist?” he placed the bottle on quartz, as she went to the cabinet and grabbed two glasses.
“Well, yes.” he frowned in confusion, “I’m just having some issues, you know my problem with change. But, it is helping.” he wanted to ask more, but their relationship has boundaries now. He can’t ask her for her deepest darkest secrets no more. “You need to understand that, I have been with you for years. You took away everything from the first kiss to virginity. You were my life, Harry. It’ll take time for me to recover.” he agreed, feeling the same way.
“So, how’s it going?” he asked, taking the sip of the red wine. She smiled; she was looking good, it bugged him.
“Well, you remember Mylène. I’m flatting with her.” he took a minute to think.
“Your childhood best friend? What is she doing in England?” she chuckled, placing her glass down. But, he noticed something; her ring is off. Her fucking ring is off, and he still has his on. Her ring is off… it is really real. She was giving up.
“Well, she has been here for me since day one of my life. She is helping me Harry; I’m not doing this alone.” he nodded, ignoring the last part.
“Your ring is off.” she looked down to her left hand, seeing it bare. It was weird, but it was weird for him to point it out.
“We are divorcing, Harry. I’m just finally accepting it.”
The night continued on like this, he tried his best to be his old self, but she was too closed off. He was happy that at least Y/N was laughing at his jokes, and smiling along with him. The bottle was long forgotten, and she was in a more loose state. Just laughing and having fun. Over the course of the few hours, they kept inching closer and closer to one another on her new IKEA couch (ignoring the reality television mumble in the background), eventually to the point where her legs were on top of his.
“I told Mitch that I was never ever going to be able to drink that much, but I did. I really regret it, but it was either doing that or giving him fifty dollars. I had to prove the point. Had the most wicked hangover, but it was my bachelor’s party. It was my last day or drinking to the point of passing out,” she laughed, but he just stared at her.
“You’re the most beautiful person to ever exist, Y/N Y/L/N. I don’t know what I did to deserve you at fifteen. You could’ve had Will Simmons, the football player and popular boy, but you fell for me, the geekiest, most music orientated person in the year.” she laughed, but he was serious.
“You also had this charm, Styles. I also had the feeling that you were going to be a multimillionaire, so I trusted my luck, and I got a Range Rover out of it.” he smiled, but just stared at her. She did the same.
Time was ticking, but they didn’t feel it. He began leaning closer to her, as did she. They didn’t even mind what their reality was like at the moment. They just were two people who loved each other, looking at one another and remembering the good old days.
Their lips touched, but it wasn’t a hard kiss; it was delicate. The kiss was gentle, them moving as one; so use to each other’s bodies. But, as it went on, breaking for a breath, and back together, her hand began to run along his lower abdomen. As he was pushing up her jumper. It was getting more than just innocent, they were getting dirty…sweaty, heated, and hungry for one another, Quick movements were made, and he was straddling her.
“Your room?” he asked, moving away, she nodded, pulling him by his shirt back to a kiss.
“My room.” and so it went on.
“Mrs Styles, you need to sign here to give all property to Mr Styles.” she looked to her lawyer, an older man; the cheapest one she could find. Her little boutique was never a heavy making industry, so she had to compromise.
“Right,” she said, quickly adjusting her posture - Harry eyeing her the whole time - finding her pen and quickly placing her signature on the paper.
“Y/N are you ok?” his voice spoke, she didn’t want to hear his voice, not here, not now, but it was now or never. She didn’t know how to answer, just super focused on the gears in her mind.
“Today is the day, girlfriend.” Mylène walked into the room, not seeing her anywhere in the small bedroom, “Y/N?”
“Here,” it was murmured word, but she heard it, making her way to the bathroom.
“What are you doing on the floor?” she asked, kneeling down next to her.
But, all Y/N could do was not whisper the words she didn’t know how to get out, but collapse into the only person who she knows loves her at this moment. Mylène’s hand came to her hair, rubbing it as she balled her eyes out. She did know that they’ve been together; close to ten years. This is what she reckoned, a girl who has been with a man for way too long, crying because they were once happy.
“I fucked up…I fucked up so bad.” Mylène shook her head.
“No, honey, no. This is the right decision. You noticed all the red flags and you dealt with it.” Y/N pulled away from her, and just stared into her hazel eyes.
“I’m ok with divorcing, I know I will be ok; I’m ready. But,” she pulled from underneath her a stick all so familiar to them with simple two pink lines, “but this, I don’t know I’m ready for. I know we were trying long before, but we’re divorcing. I fucked up. This baby—”
“Shhh, we’ll be ok.” she rubbed her head, pulling her into a hug once again.
“Yes,” she said too quickly, “why wouldn’t I be?” she said, looking at the paper, she just signed.
“Because I don’t think you’re realising that you’re signing away your life.” she let out a breath.
“I’m not signing my life away, Harry, I’m signing away our life together. I still have the shop, I have Mylène, and I have Finnigan.” she wanted to say it so bad, ‘and I have your baby, Harry.’, but she didn’t need the drama.
“Who’s Finnigan?” Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow. She wouldn’t have moved on already, right?
“You have a dog?”
“I have a dog.” she reasoned.
“Mr Styles, the property papers have been signed, do you want to tackle the finances?” he nodded, as he watched his lawyer take out the papers.
“Please don’t make this harder for me, it’s Ms Y/L/N,” she said, looking gently at Harry; he was uncomfortable, it’s been years since she went by that name.
“Right, Ms Y/L/N, Mr Styles and I have decided to give you fifty percent of the bank—”
“I want like ten, or five, or like zero. I don’t need anything,” she said, breathy, and with a little anxiety. This conversation is making her uncomfortable, and she was beginning to feel sick. He noticed her playing her necklace and her leg bouncing.
“Y/N, hun, it is ok. I don’t need that much money.” Harry said, trying to look her in the eye.
“Harry, I don’t want your money, I don’t need that money. Like I said, I have the shop, Mylène and Finnigan. Just scratch it out and like put ten percent or five, and I’ll sign it. I’ll sign that and sign the finalised divorce papers. I am a single woman, with a very busy life.” the lawyers nodded, watching her sign the papers and getting out fast. Yet, they didn’t notice that she was holding her vomit in…it was real. This is real. She was going to have a baby. She is going to have a baby while being divorced.
Y/N grabbed her handbag and walked out. She didn’t even look at Harry once, she didn’t say anything. But, what really hurts was, she wants nothing to do with him, and she got a dog.