Emily doesn't even know what she's still doing inside the office room. It's been about five minutes since Harry came out of the room to catch up to someone named Taylor, and Emily finally knew that Taylor was Harry's wife.

Emily didn't got to know Taylor closely, but seeing how worried Harry was about her, Emily could only sigh resignedly. Harry isn't someone who often shows his feelings like that. Harry is a person who always maintains his good image. But after that scene, he ran after Taylor, shouting and calling her name repeatedly, as if he didn't care about his other employees watching him.

Shortly thereafter, Emily's attention was diverted by the sound of the door creaking open. Emily immediately got up from her seat and found Harry walking in, with his hair disheveled and he looked as if he lost the most important deal in the world.

Harry staggered toward his black swivel chair and sat there. Harry rested his elbows on the wooden desk, and placed his head on his hands with his palms clasped over his own head, as if he rip out his own hair.

Emily bit her lower lip. In her entire life, she had never seen Harry in this kind of state and condition. So Gemma was telling Emily the truth after all, it was about Harry really falling in love with her, with Taylor.

Emily took a step towards Harry's desk. Harry bowed his head with his hands still in his hair. He looks very stressed and depressed.

"Harry," Emily called doubtfully. Harry didn't look up at her in the slightest. Harry kept silent, with his insides still feeling uneasy.

Earlier, Harry tried to catch up to Taylor, but Taylor was much faster than him. Taylor got into the car and asked the driver to drive the car away, when Harry had just arrived outside Styles Enterprise, Harry was already too late and Harry gave up on chasing after her. Maybe Taylor needed some time alone and Harry would wait until his wife was ready to see him again.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I-I didn't mean it like that. I just. . ." Emily held her breath for a moment, her eyes were still staring softly at Harry.

"I just don't know what happened to you. Yes, maybe we haven't been together for a long time. But even so, I hate when you stay away from me. I always try to reach out to you and you keep yourself away from me." Harry was still silent.

Emily bit her lower lip briefly before returning to say, "I know what happened a few years ago was accidental. When you came home drunk and did things out of your consciousness to me. I know that and Harry, really, I. . . I just want to walk side by side with you. I hate it when you stay away from me because of your stupidity."

Harry finally raised his face, looking at Emily. Emily was still staring at Harry. Her started to become glassy.

"Although, maybe we can't be together as a couple, at least treat me like we used to, Harry. When we were younger, treat me as your close friend. "

"I'm sorry." Harry held his breath, before returning to say, "I just– you know how I've lost my control. During this time, I've always been looking for someone who can control me well, and I've found it. I got it. And I already have it. I don't want to lose it again, not because I want it, it's because I need it."

Emily nodded. "I understand."

"I didn't mean to leave you alone, Em. What happened a few years ago, between you and me, was completely out of my control. I was drunk and you found me, after all this time we didn't see each other. I know this isn't the best meeting and reconciliation after for so many years, but I'm truly sorry. I apologize for my stupidity. At that time, I didn't know what possessed me. " This time, it was Harry's turn to ramble and explain everything from his side.

"I'm not leaving you and abandoning you again. I just feel like I'm the most despicable person. I harassed my best friend. I don't know what to do. I feel sorry for you so I stayed away from you. I didn't want it to remind me of that embarrassing incident." Harry smiled sarcastically.

"But then, you came in to my office, asking for a job. I still feel sorry for you, so I let you work here. I also tried hard to restore and build back the friendship we used to have, but I'm still in doubt."

"Harry, I know it's not your fault. I know you really didn't realize all of that. I'm the one who's guilty. Why did I stayed still and allow you but I didn't fight for myself and my dignity? But really, I've forgotten everything to this day, and you really piss me off. You kept quiet and you acted so cold to me. I. . . I hate to be treated like that by you. I really lost my control when I brought it all up earlier. I also didn't realize that your wife came in and heard everything. Forgive me. I'll do anything for you to forgive me. " Emily said earnestly. She felt genuinely guilty for Taylor's being so insensitive and making Taylor leave  earlier.

Harry nodded limply. "Okay, I'll forget it."

"I will meet your wife and explain everything." Emily offered. Harry shook his head.

"No need. She wouldn't like to get explanations from other people, other than the person who is guilty, which is me. I'll meet her and explain to her later. "

"But–"

"Forget it, Em. We can start all over again, as friends just like before." Harry smiled faintly. Emily couldn't help but just nod, even though she was still feeling guilty about everything.

━━

Harry parked his car in the garage of the house. After that, Harry got out of the car and paused for a moment, to think what he was about to say to Taylor. Taylor was at home, and that was what Harry's security guard said when he opened the gate for Harry.

The handsome man with brown curly hair began to enter the house. Harry looked all over in all directions, looking for someone who had to hear his explanation. However, Harry didn't find Taylor anywhere.

Harry climbed up the stairs, leading to the second floor. Harry stopped his footsteps right in front of the door to their bedroom. Harry took a deep breath and sighed slowly before pulling the knob to open the door. Harry held his breath when he saw Taylor who her back facing towards him. With heavy steps, Harry slowly approached her. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and occasionally looked at Taylor's back.

"Forgive me." The sentence just flowed out of Harry's mouth. Harry waits for Taylor to respond with any remark. Harry was even very willing if Taylor would swear or curse at him. He would prefer that than having to be silenced treated by Taylor.

"Tay, didn't I told you about my bad past? I'm not a good husband, but I promised I would change for you. In the past, I did a lot of stupid mistakes. I get drunk, have sex and stuff with lots of girls. But I've stopped that because I realized that everything I was doing was wrong. I wouldn't do that again, I wouldn't force you or anything unless you're willing to. I just want to spend time with you." Harry explained.

Harry's eyes filled with tears. This is strange. Harry cries very rarely. Harry can always refrain from crying. In Harry's opinion, crying is a very embarrassing thing for a man. But look at him now. He really almost cried just because of all this. Harry paused and began to surrender. Harry bowed his head, and tried to be patient and hold back. Harry doesn't want to lose or give up that easily, but he knows that maybe Taylor needs time to think all about  this. Harry is also wrong, he never explained in detail about his bad past, including about his relationship with Emily.

Harry was surprised when he felt some movement on the bed. When Harry turned around, he was even more surprised to find Taylor who wrapped her arm around Harry's waist, hugging Harry from behind. Taylor rested her chin on Harry's shoulder.

"I don't care about your bad past, it's just that, I hated hearing everything come out of that girl's mouth, I heard it from her when you could've told me directly. I think there shouldn't be no more secrets between us." Taylor said softly. Harry smiled thinly.

"I don't know whether I should tell that part or not. I don't want to talk about it anymore, Taylor. Discussing all that just makes me feel like the most despicable human being in the world. I feel even more unworthy to be around you." Taylor paused for a moment, before suddenly, kissing Harry's cheek briefly.

"I love you," Taylor said. Harry could only stay silent, still not understanding what was going on Taylor's thoughts. Harry thought and expected that Taylor would be really angry at him and would give Harry the silent treatment for days.

Taylor pulled her arms away from Harry's waist and changed her position. Taylor turns to sit on Harry's lap as she wraps her arms around Harry's neck. Harry held his breath while Taylor was straddling him. Taylor wasn't usually like this.

"I wonder what made you do things like this before." Harry felt something hot rush inside the veins of his body as Taylor tapered her fingers on Harry's neck before turning to Harry's shirt. Taylor unbuttoned the top button of Harry's shirt and Harry held his breath again.

Taylor's hands continued to unbutton one button at a time on Harry's shirt and when she reached the last button on Harry's shirt, Harry held and stopped Taylor's hand, making the her turn to look at Harry with a confused face.

"Tay, please don't do something like this just because you're mad at me. I'll wait for you to be ready, you don't have to do this."

"Harry, if you'll keep waiting for me to be ready, don't expect something like this to happen again, and do you even know what's on my mind right now?" Taylor asked as she moved from her current position and sat back on the bed. Harry looked at Taylor with a look of incomprehension.

Taylor smiled sadly. "Harry Styles, the young man who married me and claimed to love me until the end of time, preferred to have sex with other women than with me. Poor thing." Harry squinted as Taylor said the sentence. Harry shook his head before getting into bed and moved towards to  Taylor.

"It's not like that, it's just–" Harry was about to touch Taylor, but Taylor brushed off Harry's hand.

Taylor reached for the pillow beside her and hugged the pillow tightly. Taylor buried her face in the pillow while Harry kept silent. Harry could feel his heart sink into the pit of his stomach when Taylor was about to cry, it just made him feel want to cry as well.

Harry closed his eyes before opening them again. The young man's muscular hands moved towards to the pillow that Taylor was hugging, making Taylor look up to see his face. At that moment, Harry moved quickly towards his wife. Harry cupped Taylor's face before landing his lips quickly over Taylor's. Taylor seemed surprised at first, but she didn't know what to do. Her body and senses just seemed to follow wherever Harry was leading her.

Harry pulled away from his kiss and turned to kiss every part of Taylor's face while Taylor only stayed silent.

"I. . ." Harry kissed Taylor's forehead.

"Love you. . ." Harry kissed Taylor's nose.

"So much. . ." Harry's kiss returned to Taylor's lips.

Taylor sighed as Harry's tongue swiped over her bottom lip, seeming to begging for her entrance.

And what followed after that, was what they should've done at the night they both got married.