You get into a fight: His point of view
HARRY: I came home to find my wife of almost two years crying on the couch. “Y/N?” I asked. She hardly ever cried so I knew that whatever was wrong must be something big. “What’s wrong? What happened?” I whispered, sitting beside her. She just handed me her phone and continued to sob. I looked at her screen, not knowing what to expect. It was her Twitter account, full of hate messages. I read a few that all sounded something like “You two won’t be together much longer, he’ll find someone better. If he hasn’t already.” I knew she’d gotten hate before but she had never really talked about it.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting so much hate?” I questioned her, getting angry. “It didn’t bother me before,” she replied. “I thought I could just handle it on my own. But there’s just too much.” I couldn’t stand to see my beautiful wife like this. “I’m going to do something about this, now.” I told her. “No!” she shouted, jumping up and taking her phone back. “I will not let you mess up your career by making fans angry!” she finished. Here we go with my career again. “What do you mean ‘you won’t let me’? Who said you were in charge?” I seethed. “I don’t care about my stupid career, I just care that they hurt my baby girl!” She gave me an angry look. “You should care about your career! Without it we would never have met. Though maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing!” I was shocked at this. I didn’t think I had ever made her think I regretted meeting her. “Just stop overreacting,” she mumbled, turning away.
“Excuse me?” I yelled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around to face me. “I am not overreacting! I just care about you Y/N.” “I know you do, Harry,” she whispered. I could see she was tearing up again and it was all my fault. I really had overreacted and I knew it. “Y/N, please forgive me,” I said, reaching out to grab her hand and pull her in close. “I’m sorry for starting a fight over something like that,” she mumbled into my chest. “You didn’t start it baby, it was all my fault.” I squeezed her closer and thought about how amazing it was to have a woman like her in my life.
