Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*

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34. ✗ thirty-three ✗

SHAY

13 July

"You've reached the office of Mr. Styles, this is Ms. Nichols speaking, how may I assist you?"

"Hello sexy," oh boy, "I'm sitting in this big 'ole office of mine with no one to keep my company, do you think you could assist me?"

I purse my lips together to keep from laughing and glance over to Melissa, who's filing her nails down at her desk. She's got one ear bud in her ear and she's taping her foot to the beat.

"Hold on," I tell the caller before placing my free hand over the phone and turning to Melissa. "Melissa," She snaps her head in my direction and drops the nail file, "why don't you take your lunch now." I suggest, motioning with my eyes to the glass doors.

Knowing her she'll scamper off to Cameron's office on the floor below ours and have her lunch in there with him.

"Alright."

She shrugs and stands to her feet, taking her phone and purse with her. I watch as she exits our little area and wait until the glass door comes to a close. I sigh and clear my throat before taking my hand off the phone.

"I'm sorry, sir, you must have the wrong number."

"I really don't think I do." He mutters, his voice sounding very deep and sexy. I can't help but think of all the dirty words he could say to me over the phone. Stop it Shay! "What about you get your cute bum in here and we can conduct some timely business?"

"I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend."

"What if we just don't tell him?" I shake my head, biting my lip as I swivel around in my chair a bit.

"He'll find out, and when he does he'll kick your ass."

"So, you're saying that we can't make out in my office." I nod my head though he can't see me. "I guess we'll just have to settle for this."

"For what?"

"Shay do you know what I'm picturing right about now?" I bite my lip and feel my cheeks beginning to burn. I can only imagine where this conversation is going to go, thankfully I sent Melissa away. "I'm picturing you in that sexy getup you've put on, sitting on my lap with your hands running through my hair. My lips are hungrily nipping away at your silky skin whilst my hands roam your goddess like body." I gulp and squeeze my legs together to get the burning sensation to subside.

Ever since that night in his old bedroom he likes to remind me how easy it is to get me turned on. It's not ended like that since the first time because I always shut it down out of embarrassment. Sure I could hang up on him right now, but at the same time it's like I almost can't.

"My tongue would glide across the skin on your neck as my hips buck into yours." I find myself fanning myself at my desk with a stack of papers set aside, the heat in the room seeming to double in a matter of seconds. God, what is he doing to me? "Come on, love, it's only fun when two participate." I gulp nervously, having never done this before.

"Harry." I whine, glancing round the office nervously.

"C'mon baby." Harry purrs lowly through the phone.

You're alone, be spontaneous. Have phone sex; please the man for once. It's better now when you're not in the room. You can't embarrass yourself.

"My hands would tug at the roots of your hair as your mouth does wonders on my body. My shirt, unbuttoned, breasts on full display." God, this is awkward. I'm oddly still turned on though. Speaking of breasts, they've grown tremendously, basically spilling out of my old bras. I need to get new ones. "My hands would slide from your hair, feeling your toned chest and continue to get lower and lower until they-"

"Shay?"

I scream and jump up from my swivel chair, spinning round to come face to face with Gemma Styles. My phone still pressed to my ear, the cord somehow wrapped around my body. My chest is raising and falling heavily at the thought of her overhearing any of that. She raises a brow at me as I glance to the phone in my hand.

"Harry, your sisters here." I say before untangling myself and shoving the phone back into its holder. Before the phone had made contact with the holder though I heard a loud groan and him shout, "fuck". "Hey Gemma." I utter, breathlessly as I fix my clothing items. My cheeks are red hot and the feelings that I had once had are completely gone. Mood murdered in a matter of seconds. She simply chuckles at me and shakes her head.

"Sorry I scared you. Important call?" I shake my head and point behind me at Harry's office.

"Just your brother bugging me whilst he's supposed to be putting his signature on forms." Gemma rolls her eyes and fixes the bag on her shoulder.

"What's new?"

"Right." I agree as the door behind me opens and Harry comes out.

I look to him, taking in his dazed appearance. His face is completely flushed and I think there's a bit of sweat covering his brow. He's tucking in his shirt when he comes out of the office and I find myself with my jaw almost on the ground.

In all the times that he's been talking naughty to me and/or making out heavily with me he's always done it to help me out, or try and help me out. The past two weeks he's been adamant on helping me out, knowing that my libido is really high because of the pregnancy. No amount of blushing or yelling gets him to let up. But not once in the past two weeks has he gotten anything out of it for himself, at least from me. I find myself blushing uncontrollably at the thought of what he was doing in the other room that required his shirt to be untucked and probably his pants to be unbuttoned.

"Hey Gem." Gemma eyes him carefully, an unreadable look spread across her face.

"Hello to you too. Work looks like it's kicking your ass." Harry shrugs his shoulder and walks over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and placing his hand on my hip. God, I hope he washed his hands. "You know you'd get more work done if you didn't bother your assistant all the time." I chuckle lightly and look to Harry.

"She's right you know."

"You're too hard to resist." He adds, leaning down and pecking my cheek quickly.

"Maybe he'll actually get some work done once I take you with me." Gemma says cheerfully.

Today Gemma is taking me out to lunch and then we're going dress shopping for the banquet on Friday. Maybe waiting until Wednesday, two days prior, was not such a good plan, but it's the only time the two of us could get together between our work schedules. I'm praying that I'll find a dress for the banquet that's within my budget.

"Which reminds me." Harry mutters, detaching himself from me. He digs into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out his wallet. I start to shake my head as Harry pulls out his credit card. "Dress and lunch are on me."

"Harry, no." I whine, looking to the card in his hand. "I have money I can buy the dress on my own." He simply shakes his head before handing the card over to Gemma, knowing that I won't take it. I hate when he spoils me like this.

"Too bad. I'm buying." I roll my eyes and sigh, knowing that there's no way I can fight him on this. He always wins when it comes to money. He wraps his arms around me and lowers his face down so that his lips brush against my ear. "Save your money and we'll go baby shopping." He whispers, before pulling away with a wink.

"Oh, sorry!" Harry and I jump away from each other at the sound of Melissa's voice. "I forgot my wallet."

Harry and I still haven't told anybody at work about us being together. Hell, I don't even think Harry's told Louis yet, too afraid that his friend will blab to any and everyone he knows. We're waiting until Friday, the banquet. Harry's going to introduce me, as his girlfriend and the word will surely get out. Harry's still a bit nervous about it, because the paps have been seemingly heavy these past few days with the announcement of the new building opening in the winter.

"So, I'm leaving." I announce to Harry, who's standing off to the side of my desk with his hands shoved into his pockets. "I won't be back in for the rest of the day, but I will finish up those changes in your itinerary for you at home. Is there anything else you'll want me to do for you, Mr. Styles?"

I feel Gemma's eyes curiously watching me from the other side of my desk as I gather my things, but I don't pay much mind to it.

"No, you and your friend have a pleasant day. Gemma, it was a pleasure meeting you." Harry says to his sister, causing her eyes to double in size and her to bite her lip. I can tell she's trying not to laugh. I motion to her with my eyes towards Melissa who is so rudely peering over at us.

"You as well, Mr. Styles." I shrug my blazer on and start heading in the direction that Gemma had walked in. She's going to get the elevator, leaving the rest of us lust in a daze of awkwardness.

"Have a lovely day."

"Yep!" I call out as I rush through the glass doors.

Melissa chases after me, poking my shoulder. I sigh and glance back at her, putting on a fake smile.

"Hey, does that girl look very familiar to you?" She mutters, motioning to Gemma.

"You mean my friend from uni." I lie. "Of course she looks familiar, I've known her for years!"

Wow, I can't believe her. Melissa shakes her head and eyes Melissa from our place in the hall.

"No, I just feel like I've seen her before and I know you've never brought her."

Shit, the photos in Harry's office.

"Nope, don't know what you're talking about. See you later." I mutter before rushing from her and joining Gemma at the elevator as the doors click open. Gemma and I quickly load the empty elevator and allow the doors shut behind us. She turns to me with a smirk on her lips.

"Well, that was weird." I sigh and run my hands through my wavy hair.

"Tell me about it."

&&&

"What about this one?"

We've been on our mission to find the perfect dress for around three and a half hours to no avail. I'm tired, scratch that, I'm exhausted. My feet ache, my boobs are sore, and on top of all I'm basically half asleep. On top of that, even the shopping seems to not be going ace.

Every dress we seem to find is too blah, nothing popping out, which worries me because I've only two days before the banquet. Gemma's been a big help though.

"It's nice," I comment, staring at the green fabric in her hands. It's a gown, with many layers, very beautiful but not really something I would ever wear, "but it's not me." Gemma pouts and looks to the gown in her hands. It's like I've slapped her in the face.

"Oh come on, this is absolutely gorgeous. You pair it with some gold heels and some beautiful gold jewelry, because we all know that the outfit for the banquet is on Harry." I stare at the dress a bit longer and motion for Gemma to grab it. I don't think I'll get it, but if it makes her happy for me to try it on, I'll do it.

"What about something black?" I suggest. "Black's nice, "and slimming.

I enjoy dressing in dark colours; something about the colour is so comfortable. I think my skin tone is great with black too, either that or white but I'm not about to show up to a charity banquet in a wedding dress. I'm still not showing so it's not a big deal, but I don't want anything too tight either. I just want something that's me. So far none of these dresses have been me.

"No." Gemma says, shaking her head. "We're going vibrant. I want everyone in that place to be looking at you and I want you to blow Harry away with your beauty! By the way, you are not to show him the dress until that night, do you copy?"

"Yes."

I love shopping with Gemma, but she is a little bit over the top at times. I'm about ready for a nap and Gemma looks as if she's halfway through a marathon with all of her energy still in tact. Gemma pauses for a moment and joins me on the rack of dresses before me. Of the few I have found that I liked, none of them are in my size. My old size, yes. But my new size to accommodate my larger breasts, nope.

"Let's go over the checklist for you again." I nod and sigh heavily.

"We're looking for a gown, floor length. I do not want something tight, like a bodycon dress, I need to have room to breathe and to not look fat with my pudge." I say, poking my stomach.

I've been playing the slight pudge that I do have off as belly fat, which I'm almost 100% positive it is. I really don't think I'm showing yet. Besides, the body fat has been there from the start. I've got it just like everyone else.

"Definitely no yellow, I look God awful in that colour. Dress size is four. And I think that's it." I let out a large sigh before turning my attention back to the dresses before me. Perhaps I'm being too picky.

"Got it. I'm going to look on the other side of the store."

I nod to her and watch Gemma scamper off with the green gown in her arms. I shake my head and chuckle to myself as I begin flicking through the gowns.

Too yellow. Too tight. Too ugly. Too showy. That's not even an entire gown.

"Shay? Shay Nichols?"

I look to my left where the voice was coming from, quite startled that someone is actually speaking to me. The voice definitely did not come from Gemma, especially since it's deep and masculine.

My eyes meet a familiar man to my side. I freeze up at the sight of him, my heart dropping in my chest. I've gone almost four years since I've seen him last, why couldn't that be longer?

"Tom?" My voice comes out in a squeak at the sight of him. He's wearing pressed pants, a nice button up shirt, and suit jacket. He's dressed like Harry dresses; only Harry looks ten times better than he. His blonde hair his gelled back and it looks disgusting. "What are you doing here?" I question, after realizing I've been staring for far too long without saying a word.

I never thought I would see him again. Correction, I was wishing that I would never have to see him again.

"Oh, I'm here with my wife." He says with a smirk, pointing over his shoulder to a giddy woman talking with a sales associate. Oh look I was right; a bimbo with big breasts and no work ethic. "Wow, Shay. You look amazing, it's been what? Four years?" I nod and pretend not to have heard his comment on how I look.

When we were teens I had only spent about an hour alone with him and even then he was always commenting on girls looks like they were at his disposal. Once shady, always shady I suppose.

"Yes, four years." I say, hoping that he'll leave. "How long have you and your wife been together?"

"I guess since you didn't show up for our engagement party."

"What can I say? I didn't want to marry young." Tom shakes his head and shrugs.

"I get it. Trust me, I wasn't too keen with getting married at eighteen either, but I guess it all worked out. Married life isn't so bad. Plus, the wife is a dime in the bedroom." I scoff at his words and pray that this odd reuniting will end soon. "What about you? Are you married?"

"Nope." I mutter, turning towards the rack of dresses, hoping he'll get the hint that I don't want to speak with him anymore.

"I see some things have never changed." He utters. The phrase alone makes my skin crawl.

What does he know about me? He knows nothing about me.

"Like what exactly?" I ask, trying to keep my tone in check.

"Like you still acting like a bitch."

Breathe Shay. Ignore the asshole and just breathe.

Just seeing him brings back the horrid past of my teenage years. Our parents set us up with each other. They invited his family over to our's for lunch one day and sprung the news on us that we would be married in the summer. Apparently, Tom knew longer than I did because he got down on one knee and proposed. There was a lot of screaming and cursing, of which I was pulled out of the room and scolded by my mother. We returned ten minutes later and I snatched the ring from Tom, placing it on my ring finger angrily. We were then left alone for around an hour. An hour of which I spent angrily hissing at Tom for information and telling him that I would never be his wife. Oddly enough, though he says now that he didn't want to get married back then, he was pretty excited to marry me that day. I was a right bitch. But I had a reason to be.

"It's a shame." Tom says after a few moments. I curse to myself, having thought for half a second that he had left.

"What's a shame?"

It seems that it's Tom who brings out the bitch in me. I'm speaking to him like I used to speak to everyone back in sixth form. My attitude that I've suppressed so well has now made a comeback and I can't say I'm happy about it. Tom takes a step closer to me and raises his hand so that the back of his fingers caresses the skin of my arm.

"You could have made a beautiful bride and a lovely wife." I shove him back with a disgusted look on my face. He cannot be serious, especially with his wife standing meters away from us. Though by the looks of her she probably doesn't mind Tom speaking to other women when she is most likely been sleeping with all of London's male population.

"You're a pig."

"What can I say? Some things never change?"

Did I mention that he tried to get in my pants that single hour we spent together in my parent's lounge? Yeah, that didn't go too well either.

"Clearly, besides I'm in a loving relationship myself and can't be bothered talking to scum like you?" Tom leans against the wall near the racks of dresses with a smug look on his face. I'm about thirty seconds away from slapping that smug look right off his face. Maybe it's just the pregnancy but I feel so much more irritable all of a sudden.

"What's your boyfriend going to do? Beat me up?" I open my mouth to threaten him with that exact possibility when Gemma comes in and joins the conversation, thankfully saving me from doing something I'd regret.

"Hey, babe, look at this dress I found." Gemma announces, stepping in between Tom and I.

I'm still staring daggers into him when all of a sudden he bursts out laughing. Gemma turns and looks at him, giving me a weird look as she does so. I narrow my eyes at the man and fight the urge to pounce.

"What's so funny asshole?" Gemma raises her brows at my attitude and looks back to Tom. I have to hold back a smirk at my words and her expression.

"You know that's pretty hot." He states, licking his lips and standing tall, digging his hands into his pants pockets. "You didn't want to marry me because you're a les, I get it."

My jaw drops and so does Gemma's, by the looks of it. By this point I'm literally fuming with anger, smoke steaming from my ears. I'm literally going to kill him. All I'm seeing is red, but I know that I can't act out on my visions of beating his ass whilst pregnant, so I resort to plan B.

"Gem, call Harry." I seethe out, my fists clenching at my sides. Tom still looks amused, way too amused for my liking. Gemma looks back at me, confusion written all over her face. I feel bad that's she's not in the loop, but I'm not in the position to explain it to her right about now. "Gemma, I mean it. Call my Harry."

"Who's Harry?" Tom chimes in, acting as if nothing he's said is bugging me. He knows how to push my buttons in ways I don't quite understand. He's always been good at that.

"Harry is my boyfriend and Gemma is his sister. If you do not get away from me right now I will call him up and have him lay you out on your ass. I'd do it myself, but I can't stoop that low right about now. Your decision."

The smug look on Tom's face falters ever so slightly, but I catch it. I purse my lips and cross my arms, eyeing Tom up and down.

"Guess I'll just see you around then." Tom mutters, taking a few steps backwards.

"I guess you will."

With that he gives us a final head nod before turning on his heels and going over to the blonde near the back of the store. Once he's out of sight, he's out of mind. I exhale deeply and rub my temples with my fingertips, trying to rid myself of the headache that has sprung.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Gemma questions, spinning around with her jaw dropped. "Talk about proper bastard." I nod my head in agreement and try to flash her a smile, though I really don't see the need to.

"Let's just say he's an old ex-boyfriend with a love for bugging the shit out of me."

"Yikes."

"Right." Gemma sighs and shrugs her shoulders, placing a large smile on her lips.

"In other words, I've found some dresses!"

At the moment I don't know whether I'm happy that we're back to dress shopping or not. I'm just exhausted and I want to go home. 

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