Change My Mind | A Sequel to Back For You | A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Fix What's Broken

    "Why do you never listen to me!?" I scream at him. "All I did was ask you to look at me and you ignore me! I know you're doing this to piss me off!" He continued to look down at his phone. 

     "It's because you never shut up!" He says and my mouth drops. 

    "What?!" I say and pick up Darcy. I quickly walk her into her room, give her my phone, and walk back to mine. "What did you say to me!?" I scream. 

     "You heard me." He mumbles. "Seriously, I'm busy. We can talk about this later." I took heavy breaths. 

     "You will talk to me you damn idiot!" I yell louder. 

     "What the hell..." He slams his phone down on the bed. "Can't you just leave me alone?!" 

     "Fresh hell... fine." I turn around and head out the door. 

      "No you get back here! I'm sorry! Get your ass back!" He yells but, just to annoy him, I ignore him. "Dammit you get back here!" I slip around and stare at him, with my hands on my hips. 

      "Is our marriage going to fail like your parents?!" I scream and run into the kitchen and I hear him chase after me. 

      "Stop running away from me!" He yells again, but louder. I know all this fighting isn't good for Darcy. She'll probably grow up to be a boy-band hating, childless, crazy cat lady if the two of us continue drawing blood this way. He pushes my shoulder into the wall staring down at me. 

      "Well where I'm from, we fix what's broken not just throw it away!" I say and  turn away and look out the window. 

      "Why did I even marry you!?" He grumbled and cornered me between him and the counter. I gripped the edge of the counter and turn around biting my lip. 

      "Because you knocked me up when we were eighteen! Then you got stuck with me!" I pushed him and walked past him towards the living room. 

      "If you're going to be like that, you and your daughter can find some where else to live!" He answered. A few tears of anger welled in my eyes and I don't say anything. I look down and pick up a picture frame. One of the first pictures we took at our wedding. I look down at it, gripping it tightly, so tight my knuckles whiten. The first tear drops and I look at Harry. 

       "Why can't we be happy!?" I say and without thinkging, throw the frame as hard as I can at him. "Why can't we be happy like we were then!" I pick up the tv remote and throw that. And a mug, that hits the ground and shatters. 

       "Who said I was happy then?! I was stuck with you!" He yells and dodges more things. Then I just scream, not words, just screaming. I pick up pillows, plates, magazines. Anything I can throw at him. "What the hell! Shut up! Stop throwing shit!" 

       "I'm done with you Harold!"  I scream as I run past him and run up the stairs. I get to Darcy's room and slowly open the door, she's sleeping with my phone in her hand. I carefully take it away, just as it lights up. Eleanor. "I can't take him any more!" I say instead of hello. "He's pushing me to the brink!" I suddenly spill all of what just happened, not ever giving her a chance to speak. She listens anyway. 

      "Sh...Mads. It'll all be fine... It's just stress. Calm down just go in there and talk. Talk, don't yell at him. Just talk." She says slowly. I start shaking in anger as I hear Harry's steps come up the stairs. 

       Just talk. Not yelling. Just talking. 

     My door swings open, leaving him there. 

      "You have to watch Leo and Darcy this weekend."