Harry's POV
"...I'm so used to it." I've never hit a person in my life. Ever. Right now, all I wanted to do was lash out on Jess. I obviously wasn't going to, but I'm not afraid to raise my voice. "What. The. Hell. Did. You. Say. To. Me? It's a HABIT? YOU THINK IT'S A FUCKING HABIT?" She had the audacity to roll her eyes and turn her back to me. "Nooooo Harry, it's not a habit. I mean every time I do anything with you, or even talk to you, it's mostly cause I'm confronting you about your dirty habits.I mean think about it, this morning, when I went to get my work clothes, I see your phone buzzing, and see the text as 'Phone sex was great last night'. Didn't know you had phone sex but I was clearly passed out or you were sneaky enough to hide while doing so. Your drinking, oh your drinking. You know I never bring it up any other time, because its the same bullshit excuse *its stress, its the boys, its grimmy, its clubbing, its socializing, its mingling, its this, its that*. Honestly Harry, whether it's you drinking or cheating, both are quiet frankly out of control." By the time she finished that long lecture, she brewed tea, and passed me a cup, while sipping on her own. "Jess, if you think it's a fucking habit, I swear *sip* you'll wish you wouldn't have said that." With that, I turned around and made my way up the stairs, but close enough to her where I could hear her say "I don't give a shit." I left my teacup on the banister, half way up and walked back down, "Sorry Jess, what'd you say?" "I said I don't give a shit Harry" with her fake smile. "Oh, so you don't mind me bring Hailey over more often?" She scoffed, "It wasn't like I was stopping you before." I raised my hand, dangerously close to slapping her across the face.
*Well... damn...*
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Forever A Cheater (Harry Styles)
FanfictionMost people around the world today are struggling to make end's meet. They're worried about feeding their children, paying their bills and keeping their jobs. I, on the other hand, have a pretty good life. I live with my boyfriend, Harry Styles. He...
