Trouble in Paradise ~ Book 2 ~ Completed!

It’s been a year since Harry and Bess got married and their beautiful baby girl, Emma, was born. Bess works for the boys’ management now and the three of them are together always. When Harry suddenly starts being all distant and moody though, Bess doesn’t know what to think. But the real problems between her and Harry begin when she gets closer to one other member of the band. ~ Sequel to The Rebound Girl ~


3. Ugly Truth, Ugly Feelings

When Harry returned home from the pub, he stumbled his way through the living room and into the bedroom, waking me up. Emma was a heavy sleeper, like her daddy, and she didn't wake up. Harry took his shoes off and when he dropped them to the floor, they fell with a thud. I was lying on my side, my back was to him, and pretended to be asleep. Harry knew I hated drunk people but here he was, stinking of beer. I heard him unzip his trousers and seconds later he climbed on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. He was naked but his body was soothingly warm.

‘Bess…’ he moaned into my hair. He pressed his lips to my nape, roughly pulling my nightie over my hips. It took my whole will power to push him away because I wanted this as much as he did.

‘Harry, please, we can’t do this in front of Emma,’ I complained.

‘She’s asleep, isn’t she?’ he persuaded, biting my earlobe.

My breathing quickened and my cheeks flared up. ‘Yes, but – ’

He interrupted me. ‘Come on, beautiful, please. I need you tonight.’

He kept saying that. That he needed me. Was it my fault then that this huge gap suddenly appeared between us? I was about to cave in but Emma woke up, crying. Harry groaned, pulling away. He rolled on his other side, away from me. I sighed, got out of bed and got Emma. By the time I had lulled her back to sleep, Harry was softly snoring.


All five boys were sitting on one sofa, waiting for me to tell them their schedule for the day.

‘Emma smells like vanilla,’ Niall said, smelling her hair. He was the one holding her again. ‘I bet she tastes like vanilla, too,’ he added.

‘I’m seriously concerned about the relationship you have with food, Niall,’ I told him, going through the papers in my hands. Harry was sitting in the middle and he had the grumpiest, moodiest look on his face. He had been distant all morning. ‘Okay, so,’ I began but Louis turned the telly on. ‘Louis, I’m sort of talking here,’ I complained. The five of them were never easy to handle. Management was very strict with them and the boys rebelled at every little chance they got.

‘Breaking News!’ the E News presenter shouted. ‘Harry Styles was seen kissing a fan outside a London pub last night!’

Harry grabbed the remote from Louis, turning the telly off. But it was too late. The boys froze while I digested what I had heard. Then, I demanded, ‘Harry, turn it on.’

‘I will,’ Harry said, getting up. He carefully moved closer. ‘But I need you to promise that you’ll let me explain.’

I nodded, pressing my lips. When he turned it on again, a picture of him holding a girl’s face and kissing her on the mouth was covering the whole TV screen. I sucked a breath through my nose and hit him on the chest. ‘WHY?’ I yelled at him and my eyes filled with tears.

‘Anyone hungry?’ Louis asked Liam, Niall and Zayn and they all nodded, quickly getting up from the sofa. They didn’t want to be around if Harry and I fought. It would be awkward for them. They were about to run away from the room but I didn’t let them.

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ I ordered. ‘I haven’t read you your schedule yet.’

The four of them stood next to each other, feeling uncomfortable. Emma was getting tired in Niall’s arms and he gently rubbed her back to calm her down.

‘It was only a kiss and I was drunk,’ Harry said and I turned to him.

‘Oh, okay then, if it was only a kiss, I totally understand,’ I told him ironically and without thinking twice, I grabbed Zayn’s t shirt, pulled him to me and gave him a quick peck on the lips before pushing him away. ‘That was only a kiss too. I hope you didn’t mind,’ I said, folding my arms and looking straight at Harry. He looked hurt, a lot.

Zayn chuckled, staring at me, but when Harry sent him a warning look, he cleared his throat, turning away.

‘Bess, that wasn’t funny. Don’t ever do it again,’ Harry practically begged.

‘What? This?’ I dared, grabbing Zayn’s t shirt again. Zayn widened his eyes but didn’t exactly move back. In fact, it looked as if he wanted the kiss. But Harry grabbed my waist, pulling me away from his band mate. ‘Don’t touch me!’ I warned, hitting him on the stomach.

‘Please don’t leave me,’ Harry said, planting his hands on each side of my face. He was desperate. He knew he had screwed up. Big time. My eyes softened though when I saw the sadness in his. I loved this goofball more than words could say and so I couldn’t be mad at him for too long.

‘I’m not going to leave you,’ I told him. ‘I promised I’d let you explain and I will. But I need some time to calm down first.’

Harry nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. Then, he joined the others.

‘You have a three hour rehearsal now, so, off you go, all of you,’ I told them, really wanting to be left alone right now.

‘Can I take Emma with me?’ Niall asked with a big smile.

‘No, Niall, you can’t,’ I replied, taking Emma.

Niall sighed, shrugging. ‘I’ll miss you my little pudding,’ he told her and Emma reached out, grabbing his nose. Niall laughed and after he kissed her cheek, the boys headed to rehearsals. Harry lingered at the door but sighed and followed the others.


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