“What the fuck was that about?” I screamed at Harry as we both stormed angrily into our apartment.
“Me?” He yelled back at me, “What the fuck was that with you and that random guy?!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked him angrily.
“That dude you were dancing with and talking to! You looked at him like you were seeing for the first fucking time! That douche with the tan and short brown hair!” He said angrily. “I was just getting back at you, making you jealous!”
“You’re fucking kidding me right now, Harry. That was my cousin, Dallin! You met him a few years ago! Remember, he went to Australia, and that was the first time I’d seen him since he got back! I went to find you, and I found you grinding on some blonde bitch, leaving a hickey on her neck!” I screamed at him.
“That was Dallin?” He asked at a normal voice.
“Yes! Oh my god, Harry, why would I be with another guy? Don’t you trust me? We’ve been together for three years! If you can’t trust me by now, then I guess we’ll never get the whole trust thing down with each other,” I said coldly.
“Please don’t bring that up,” he whispered.
“It’s hard for me not to, Harry! You slept with another girl, while we were dating. And it took me so long to even start trusting you again, and tonight, I go and find you sucking on some other girls neck, because you jumped to conclusions, like you almost always do! Harry, I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered the last line.
“No, baby, please don’t,” He begged. “I’m sorry I’m an arse, and I’m sorry I thought you were with some other guy, and I’m sorry I get heated, I just can’t stand the thought of anyone else being with you, please, don’t do this.”
I shook my head, trying not to let the tears fall from my eyes. “I need to go to sleep,” I whispered, running up to our room, and locking the door. I didn’t want him to come in here. I didn’t want to see or talk to him. As many times as I told both Harry and myself that I forgave him for cheating, I knew I never fully got over it. It wasn’t that I didn’t forgive him for doing it, I just didn’t understand why. I always felt like I wasn’t good enough for him, and for some reason, he felt that way too. That’s why he found someone else to sleep with. And that’s what he was doing tonight. He was finding someone else, because I wasn’t good enough, and I hated that thought.
I changed into some shorts and a tank top, and I slid into our large bed, and I cried. It felt so empty without Harry in it, and I hated it. I hated that I wasn’t enough for him, and I hated that no matter what he did, I still needed him. I laid in bed, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep. I sighed and looked at the clock, and noticed it was already 4 am. I’d been lying here for at least two hours. I quietly got up and unlocked to door, silently walking down the hallway to the living room. Harry was tossing and turning on the couch that was too short for him, and I felt bad.
“You can come sleep in the bed,” I whispered.
His head shot up, and he looked at me, surprised I was there. “Babe,” he started, but I cut him off.
“I don’t want to talk. I just said you can come sleep in the bed,” I said, walking back to the room. A minute later, he walked in, and he quietly got in the bed next to me.
