Complications (One Direction/Harry Styles) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 31 - Epilouge

1 Year Later

Isla's P.O.V

So things have been brilliant. Louis proposed to Eleanor after being together for 4 years. Liam and Brooke are good, nothing has happened and they are reall happy together, they moved in with each other about 3 months after dating. Zayn and Perrie moved in with each other a couple of months ago, they decided to take it slow. Scarlett found love with a really nice guy she has been friends with for a long time, named Scott. Lexi, like I thought would happen, is dating Niall, and they are taking it extrememly slow. I say good for them.

Harry and I are great, yeah we have had our issues and fights, but nothing has tared us appart yet. But it was a close call.

*Flashback*

As I laid my now empty cup in the sink to prepare to wash it, I heard a crash from the living room. I quickly went to investigate it. Harry didn’t come home yet and it was already late.

“Hello?” I called out as I picked up the phone to call the police, just in case.

Profanity answered. It was Harry.

“Harry.” I breathed as I walked up to the stumbling body, stood in the middle of the room. “Are you ok? Come on, I’m going get you some water.” I said gently, grabbing his arm to lead him to the kitchen.

“Don’t touch me.” He grumbled as he yanked it from me. “I know where my own kitchen is.”

I looked at him, shocked at his harsh voice as he walked into the kitchen. I looked down and saw that he had pushed the puzzle I was working on, the other night with him, off the table. As I bent down to pick it up there was another crash. A shattering of glass.

I sprinted into the kitchen to see Harry’s head bent over the sink.

“Why is it that every time I come home, and know your not busy, the kitchen is all ways a mess!?” He asked turning onto me. His eyes filled with fury and his fist clenched. “I’m always picking up your God damned mess! As if I didn’t have enough to do!”

“Harry please calm down, it’s only a few dishes and I was just about to do them, before you came in.” I said trying to put my hand on his shoulder, but he backed up quickly, and bumped into the sink.

“Oh sure blame it on me! I don't blame anything on you! And you use excuses all the time! 'I’m too busy in the recording studio! I have an interview today! Can you feed the dog this morning I’m in a rush!' I’m an artist too! I have band mates counting on me! I wasn’t the one who wanted that fur-less dog at all! You did!” Harry voice raised as he stepped towards me aggressively. I stepped back in fear.

“I’m always trying to make you happy! I gave you everything I have! This house! Our vacations! My love! You know what, today I went out with people who actually loved me. I meet this fantastic girl, who was so beautiful, and had the most gorgeous body! And flexible! God, was she good! I forgot how that felt! I forgot what it felt like to have fun and not sit in the stupid house when we get breaks today! I had fun. And you know what I loved it!” He kicked a chair, that was sticking out from under the table. I stepped back again, scared he might do something to me.

“Harry, love, please calm down. I love you! I always have! I say it everyday! Look at me, please! Why would you hurt me like that? Please, tell me your lying?” I took his face in my hands, tears streaming down my face. It hurt you to think he thought this.

“Well guess what? I’m not. And you know what else? I’m tired! Did you hear that? Tired of your bull-shit and excuses and lies! You suffocate me, I feel it. And I hate you for it. I. Hate. You.” He looked directly into my eyes, and spit the last words out.