Wallbanger

Chapter 18

I woke up around four thirty or so. When I turned over in the bed Harry wasn't there. The bed was empty and he hadn't left a note or anything. I didn't know what to do so I did nothing. I went into the living room to sit and wait for him. I waited for thirty minutes.

An hour.

Two hours.

And then the sun started to rise so I went back to sleep.
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I hear shuffling coming from the front door. Then a loud thud comes and I jump up.

"Harry," I say. I hear him take his jacket off and hang it.

"Go back to sleep baby," he says.

"Where have you been?" I ask.

"I- I was out. I just got up about thirty minutes ago to go and take out Molly," he lies. I can tell by the many times he stuttered and the fact that well it was bullshit.

"You're a liar," I say.

"Wha-"

"I've been up since fucking four waiting four waiting for you Harry. What did you do sneak out after I fell asleep?" I yell.

"I-"

"Then I came and sat on the couch hoping you would come back and you didn't. It's almost eleven o clock Harry. Where have you been?" I shout.

"I don't have time for this," he says. He tries to exit the living room and I get up and stand in front of him.

"Well fucking make time," I say. He tries to push around me and I push his chest so he backs up.

"You're going to fucking talk to me answer me. Answer me you asshole," I yell. And then I see it. There's a fresh hickey on his neck actually two or three new ones that I know I didn't put there. My hands cover my face and I gasp.

"What," he says confused.

"You were with someone else that's where you were," I say.

"Flower please-"

"Oh my god. Oh my god," I sob. I run to his room to grab my things so I can leave. He wraps his arms around my waist.

"Get off of me. Get off," I yell. I push him and punch his chest once he lets me go.

"You're so fucking stupid. I hate you. I hate you so much," I scream. He grabs my arms and pushes me against the wall.

"Shut the fuck up," he yells at me and I whimper.

"Get off of me I can't believe you-"

"I what?" He yells.

"You cheated on me," I sob. He starts to laugh and I look up at him confused.

"Cheated on you. We weren't together nor will we ever be," he snaps at me.

"I'm so stupid," I say. "Please let me leave." He squeezes my wrist tighter and I whimper.

"You are stupid I can't believe you thought anything of this. Just because I treated you nicely. You don't mean shit to me," he yells.

"You're still drunk," I say.

"Drunks and children are the most honest people," he says and smirks at me.

"You're hurting me," I whimper. His face immediately falls and he lets me go.

"Flower," he says in a soft voice. He lifts his hand to me and I flinch.

"Don't touch me," I say. I run around him and grab my clothes.