Where to go...
617 Words
Once I had finally admitted to myself that I had feelings for Harry, anxiety set in. I was standing on the balcony of room 1075 - alone. He was gone because I had asked him to go an hour ago.
My phone started ringing on the table. I was afraid to look, but did in case it was Wendy. Harry Styles flashed on my screen. I slid to answer and without saying anything, I placed the phone to my ear.
"I know you don't want to speak to me right now," he said sadly. "But, we have a bit of a problem."
I didn't respond.
"Sophie, the media knows we met tonight..."
My ears heard what he said, but my brain refused to process it.
"My team is working on trying to fix it. They actually had me pose for the cameras in front of my building," he continued to speak regardless of my silence. "There are pictures of you & Charles entering through the kitchen door and me leaving the hotel on Twitter."
I stood and looked at the night sky. Alexander was sure to see the pictures. I made a decision, right then and there.
"I'm calling my husband," I stated and hung up.
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Alexander's POV
It was 9pm, I was working on lyrics to a new song with Mickey and my phone buzzed in my pocket. Sophie.
"Hey, Soph," I said.
"Alexander, have you seen Twitter?" She seemed worried.
"Nope, I'm working on a new song," I explained.
"I met Harry at a hotel," she admitted. "He's not here anymore - we just had dinner, talked and he left."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," she started crying softly. "I came here to tell him that we couldn't see each other anymore...."
My heart skipped a beat - did this mean she was ready to try and work things out? I wanted to know what happened, but not enough to ask.
"Alexander, I don't think we should stay married." my wife started sobbing. Wait, what?
"But, Sophie, I love you. I've given you space, time, everything I could think of," I tried to grasp onto hope as my heart broke. "I thought we could work it out. I-I-I'm not upset with you about anything."
She cried and took some loud breaths, "I'm just not happy being married. I want to go out, to date, to be a woman again - without feeling guilty..."
"Are you leaving me for him?" I scoffed.
"No."
Her crying slowed and she admitted that they had slept together. Ouch. She told me that we would talk to the boys together. Ugh. She assured me that she wouldn't take the boys away. Phew. She asked where we should go from here. No clue.
"Alexander, are you still there?"
"Mhm."
"Do you want me to move out of the apartment?"
My wife wants a divorce. She wants to live in separate places. Our boys will have two homes.
"No, I will come stay there when this promo tour is over," I answered coming to terms with this. "And then I will find somewhere to go. You and the boys should stay in the apartment."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "We will work out the details so that the boys can have both of us around as much as possible."
"Yeah, sure," I said. "Sophie, I have to go. I will call the boys tomorrow."
I left the private room on the bus and went to the bathroom - that's when the tears started to fall. This was all happening so fast, but she had kept her end of the deal. It was time to start letting her go.
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