Bad Marriage | harry styles. au

i. bad habits.

Cassie...

I giggled and spun around in a circle, yes i was drunk and dancing with myself. This is how i relieve my stress, Harry's never home anyway with this extra hours he's working so why not have fun without him. He'll be upset that i drank too much and now i'm a mess but screw him, he's too bossy sometimes. I'm his wife not his child. That's one of the many reasons the marriage hasn't been working lately, he always wants things to be his way like he adopted me and only him paid for the f cking house. Like he's the only one who's allowed to have a say in this marriage.

"You know you have an addiction for that sinful liquid darling, you should slow down"

I bet that's what he'd say if he was here, but he's not. The music of The Neighbourhood - The Beach blasted thought the living room as i continued to dance with myself. I was in one of his dress shirts, another thing he'll be upset about when he gets home. There's nothing for me to do on Mondays cause that's my off day, this big house is always empty.

I Walked to the kitchen to get a refill of the alcohol i was drinking, on my way there the music stopped. I froze and turned around only to see Harry standing by the radio shaking his head, it was obvious he disappointed. I turned back around and continued to the kitchen, i'll need that refill even more now that he's here.

"Really Cassie ?" he said with his strong British assent. "It's Monday and you're getting drunk ?"

"Well my love, you know me pretty well by now that i have an addiction and i could careless if it's Monday" i snarled throwing the glass in the sink and just drank right out the bottle, he gave me a shocked look.

"After all those AA meetings, you still wanna go back through this ?" he scoffed and i shrugged carelessly "You were clean for a month, i thought you had this under control?"

"I could give a f ck what you think right now, we're having marriage problems and i need this Harry! i fucking crave alcohol like i need oxygen." i yelled angrily as i drowned down more of the alcohol, i closed my eyes from the after taste and the feeling it was giving me. My body suddenly started feeling weak and i felt my body leaning towards the floor, i didn't even try to hold my balance i was just ready to fall.

Luckily my hero Harry - f cking - Styles was there to catch my fall. Hint my sarcasm. He held me up bridal style in his arms. I didn't dare open my eyes, i couldn't bare to open them cause if i did i'd have to face him. I'd have to be faced with those awfully beautiful green eyes that's filled with pain and disappoint i caused.

I started feeling sleepy and i also felt him moving as if he was walking me upstairs, i didn't wanna go upstairs. I used all the strength i had and jumped out his arms, i barely had a balance so i ended up falling on my knees, i winced at the feeling of my knees hitting the cold hard tiles but tried standing any how.

"Hey" he said trying to help me up but i refused by screaming at him.

"Don't f cking touch me!" i screamed suddenly, he quickly backed away from me. I looked up at him seeing his appearance. His golden brown hair was in a messy bun, his black and white button up shirt was unbuttoned half the way showing his amazing tattoos all over his chest. I quickly looked away knowing what the site of him shirtless does to me.

"Sorry Harry..." My mood swings are kicking in , which explains why i went from being angry at poor Harry to wanting to cry my eyes out at how much of a bitch i'm being. Either that or its just the alcohol. He sighed and offered to help me up again and this time i took it, with hesitation. Harry pulled me against his chest, he smelled so good. I wrapped my arms around him and started crying.

"Let it out baby" he whispered in my ear while rubbing my hair and giving me little kisses on my forehead, i started to smell a little feminine sent on him but brush it off. He's around females at work.

"You should hate me, it's my fault things aren't the same anymore." i sobbed into his shoulder.

"I'd never hate you, we can get through this. We just have to talk to someone" he suggested, i started calming down a little.

"No, we don't need help Haz. At least you don't but i do" i sighed, i hate knowing i'll have to sit through boring ass meetings with f cked up people that are worse than me. 6 f cking months i had to go through that crap and i threw that all out the window.

"Look at me" i raised my head from Harry's shoulder and looked into his loving green eyes as he looked into my confused brown ones. "We're gonna get through this, I know how you haven't been yourself this week but your gonna have to clean up your act. I leave at 12 tomorrow so were getting rid off all the alcohol in house." i smiled and nodded as he wiped my tears, i'll probably still end up by a bar drinking some anyway so it doesn't matter what Harry does, i'm addicted i'll do anything to have it.

Well it's been a month since these problems started, every since i started back my habit we've been kind of distant. He works extra hours just so he wouldn't have to be around me, i know i hurt him and i felt bad about it that's why i wanna try rehab again, well i did help take the guilt a away but i still felt like the worst person in the world for it.

From a teenager I've always had problems with being in a relationship, falling for Harry was something that surprised me because I've never loved anyone but my parents and best Friend but i lost them all which caused me to start drinking. I also always had trust issues and somehow found it hard to be social around new people but i never felt that way with Harry, I've always trusted him but i have to admit i'm a little suspicious about him lately and because of the way i am, i choose too drink too ignore the obvious... just to get his attention.

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You'll hear more about Harry and Cassie in the next chapter, this was just a little tease or whatever.

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