| When We Were in Love | |H.S|

| 23 | Memories |

"I'm trying to get over this.

I wish that you would stay in my memories

but you just show up today just to ruin things

I wanna put you in the past cause I'm traumatized

but you're not letting me do that."

-Memories, Conan Gray. 2022.

| Lily |

I turned around quickly and realized my water was boiling over. The pasta was probably overcooked. I shut the fire off and grab my oven mitts as fast as I could and took the pot over to the sink. I quickly dumped the noodles in the colander as I let out a tired sigh. I wasn't built for this.

Suddenly the front door opened and slammed shut loudly. I flinched at the sound and turned around a bit confused on what was going on. I took my oven mitts off and placed them on the table as I walked towards the living room. I turned the corner to see Harry standing in front of the door, setting his stuff down very aggressively. I swallowed and brushed the front of my pants and slowly walked in the living room with him.

"Hey Harry... How was your day sweets?" I quietly asked. Harry looked up and his angry expression dropped and a small smile grew upon his face.

"Absolute shit," he sighed and then walked towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head into my shoulders. My arms wrapped around his neck as we slowly swayed back and forth.

"I love you," he suddenly said. My eyes opened a bit but a smile also grew on my face. My hands gripped him even tighter as I pulled him closer.

"I love you more," I said.

"Impossible. Don't ever lie to me like that again," he said pulling away and placing a kiss on my lips. I laughed a bit at his response and kissed him back.

As we continued to kiss, he started to walk us backwards to the couch, without breaking the kiss. As the back of my legs hit the couch, suddenly I was shoved into the couch and the once sunny day was now gloomy and rainy. Harry also wasn't happy anymore. He was beyond angry.

"What the fuck is your problem Lily?!" he shouted while he paced back and forth in front of me.

"W-What?" I stuttered.

"You always do this! You lie and lie and lie and just expect me to take it? Lily! You were gone for fourteen hours!"

Suddenly, another voice began speaking causing my head to shoot in that direction.

"Because I was working Harry. What aren't you understanding?!" I shouted. Except I didn't. It was another me, sitting on the other couch with my hand placed on my forehead. As if I was annoyed.

"For fourteen hours?" Harry laughed. 

"What the fuck do you expect? You don't work," the other me said standing up confront Harry.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean? What the fuck else could it mean? Get a fucking job Harry, I'm tired! I'm working hours I shouldn't be working because you're too lazy to get a real fucking job!"

Suddenly, the other me.. I.. was on the floor. Harry wouldn't do that... Harry could never do that. He could never hurt me. I lifted myself up and looked up at Harry with a bloody nose and hair all messed up. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was hurt. I was betrayed. Harry hurt me.