I glance over at the two bands of metal sat shimmering on the top of the cabinet. Her engagement and wedding rings both in opulent white gold left silently on their own, I'm sure she was wearing them before, in fact I'm almost positive she was.

Have I done something wrong? She never takes them off. For the last two years they haven't been removed since the day I put them there; they're a bond of our eternal and infinite love, and yet here they are, wasting away on the cabinet unbeknown to the world.

I wonder what she's trying to tell me, why she's suddenly unhappy; and being the person I am, I always feel the need to blame myself if anything goes wrong between Emma and I - no matter whether I'm right or wrong in an argument, I'll give up and surrender, because all that I care about is her happiness.

I think over the events of the last few weeks, wondering what I could have possibly done to upset her, or repulse her in some way. Does she not love me anymore? Does she want a divorce?

Almost instantly a switch in my mind flicks on and I replay the last half an hour. Then it all starts adding up, she's been seeing George everyday for this past week, they've been spending a lot of quality time together and now she's stopped wearing her wedding ring.

I didn't really have any evidence before but this is a good example, she would never in a million years take this ring off for no reason; and I know you're probably wondering, 'Harry why don't you just talk to her and ask her straight?', well I would but she doesn't talk to me, she avoids me, as if she's scared or frightened of me.

Before I jump to any conclusions I'll ring my mum, I talk to her about everything; whether it's work, the lads, about my day, missing home, or Emma, she knows me better than anyone. Although, I can predict what she'll advise me to do, but I want to hear it from her anyway.

"Hello?" Her sweet motherly voice answers the phone in question.

"Hi mum, I just wanted to ask for some advice." I inform her, hoping that she isn't too busy to talk to me.

"No that's fine sweetie, what's wrong?"

I tell her everything. From Emma's doctors appointment, her seeing George more frequently, to her acting strangely, and then to finding her wedding and engagement rings.

My mum simply listens, just as she does every time I call, a perfect listener and very patient. She always waits until I'm finished having my small panic, before she advises me soothingly, calming me down from my hype. "I just don't know what to think." I end, waiting for her response.

"Harry stop assuming. You know what will happen if you do that, you'll lose her, and I know that's the last thing you want. If you're feeling paranoid then talk to her, the Emma I know will listen to you." She retorts the truth and I can't help but sneer at her words. Emma isn't the same, and that's what my mum fails to understand.

"Mum she won't listen, I've tried talking to her but she just changes the subject or ignores me. I don't know what I've done." I plead to her, my heart shivering at the thought of losing Emma, I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't by my side.

"Harry you can't blame yourself. There's a reasonable explanation for all of this so stop worrying. If you're afraid she's cheating - which I'm certain she's not - ask her about George and don't let her veer off topic. Make sure she understands how you feel, that's all I can say." She finishes.

I know my mum's right, I just don't want to believe it. My stomach is telling me that she is cheating, but my hearts whispers she's not. The internal battle becoming never ending as I think over every aspect of what's happening.

For example: I've known Emma for three and a half years and I know that she would never cheat, however, she has been acting strangely lately which is causing me to contradict my thoughts.

I honestly have no idea what to do.

I shake my head again in frustration and think of all my possible options, I can either wait it out and see what happens in future, after all patience is a virtue; or I can speak to Em's about it and hear her side of the story which could result in good news or bad news. Am I willing to take the risk?

"Alright, thanks for your help mum." I tell her gratefully, my large calloused palm rubbing against my face, and my thumb and index finger pressing into my eyes in frustration.

"Okay sweetie. Take care, I love you." She tells me finally in her motherly tone, the line droning as she hangs up; although I leave my phone pressed to my ear and listen to the whining noise, it fascinates me for a minor second before I remove the phone from my ear and lock it.

Why is all of this happening to me, and why now? I thought that everything was completely perfect! I had a perfect job, perfect family, perfect fans and a perfect wife, it all came as a package deal; but now, without Emma, I feel like I'm losing my sanity. I feel more pessimistic and intolerable of everything and everyone.

I try to act a bit happier when I'm around her, I don't want her to know how much this is affecting me but at the same time, I want her to feel slightly guilty. There's that part of me that is selfish and wants her to be there for me, I want her to myself and I don't want to share her, but I can't really have that.

I have to share her, like she has to share me, with the entire world.

I just want things to be how they were: us cuddling at night to keep warm, or watching movies together on the couch when we both finished work, or taking pictures at random parts of the day just to be spontaneous. I miss the old Emma, the cheeky one that exposed her dimples every time she looked at me.

I don't see her dimples anymore, I see frightened features, and disappointment.

I don't see the same Emma that I married two years ago, the same one that I saw two weeks ago; I see someone who is confused, and scared, and intimidated by something but refuses to tell me what it is. Whether it's a secret, or something she's done, or something she's forgotten about, whatever it is I want to know.

I need to know.

And that's because, if I don't, my mind will immediately assume the worst and I'll end up doing something I will most likely regret for the rest of my existence. I just hope my mums right.

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I'm sorry it's super short, I had writers block :/

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- Pianogirl56