“Amazing. Would love it a lot more if you were here with me though, youd love the colors here, darling.”

Y/ns face breaks out into a grin and she can tell hes smiling on the other side of the phone as well. Y/n slips on her furry sandals to keep her feet warm as she ventures downstairs, her phone pressed firmly to her cheek as she replies, “Well I might take you up on that offer sometime.”

her moment of happiness is short lived, however, because as soon as Harry is with her, hes gone. She doesnt hear a response from the other side of the line, but rather fragments of a conversation between Harry and someone else. Shes pondering as to whether or not Harry heard her response when he mutters a normal toned, “Sorry, love. Ill call you back tomorrow. I miss yeh.”

This is all he states before the line goes quiet. She mutters back a small “I love you”, as if hes still somehow on the other side of the line.

She checks social media to see photos of him walking around Milan on his cell phone, and she cant help but wonder what exactly hes so immersed in doing that takes up all of his time, not even sparing 5 minutes out of his day that he could use to speak with her.

She figures its whats best for her productivity. Waiting for a text message from her husband wasnt going to do her career any good. She figure shell add to, or maybe even finish some art pieces, and then shell get back to her device.

She ends up turning it on, only to be met with no text messages or calls from the man shes hopelessly in love with.

On the second day of not speaking to him, she plays mini games on her phone until the battery runs dry

Within the next few days installment loans Wyoming Y/n excuses his quietness, she ignores his absence, and she comes up with viable excuses as to why hes acting the way that he is. She figures that hes “Just in soundcheck” or “Taking pictures with his fans” or “Having fun exploring the city”. But she cant help but think back on his last two tours, when they were dating but he would manage to call her for hours a day.

When a week passes, y/n decides to call him for herself. Her call doesnt go to voicemail, but stops ringing after two rings. After she calls him again, the call ends before it even begins. She knows hes rejecting her calls purposely, but she doesnt address the issue and focus on her own problems instead. The stress placed upon her relationship was affecting her artwork, she hadnt finished or started any pieces since Harry had gone.

I have to go

Feeling a new fit of anger towards her husband for the first time since her marriage she trudges upstairs to her art room and grab red paints – lots of them.

After 2 weeks of sudden lost contact from her husband, y/n blames herself. She wonders if shes being too clingy and dependent on Harry, and she blames herself for him no longer speaking with her. She thinks of all the possible reasons he has to ignore her.

His hand seems to engulf almost all of her thin waist. He smiles, a deep dimpled, love stricken, smile at her as he walks her out of the doors of a restaurant in Milan. Her nose curves perfectly where hers bumps, her legs smooth out into perfect porcelain skin where hers toughen at her knees. Her clothes seem too loose on her clothes all of a sudden, her face a bit too bare for his liking.