You and your boyfriend, Harry, were fighting, but you're used to it. Lately all you two have been doing was fighting, but this time it was different. "You're such an ass." You hissed, his body tensed and his hands tightened into a fist like he was going to hit me. "What did you just say?" He asked angrily. "You. Are. Such. An. Ass" You say smirking and pausing between each word. He raised his hand, and slapped you across the face hard, leaving a red mark and making you groan in pain. You held your cheek and looked up at him, tears already streaming down your face. "What did you say?" He asks again, taunting you. "N-Nothing.." You stutter, crying quietly out of pain from your cheek. You slowly backed away, getting scared of him. "A-I'm sorry" He sighs "We should really stop this. We fight too much." He looks down on the floor. You wipe your tears and nodded, looking at the ground. "We used to be really close..." You say quietly, crying harder. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight "I'm sorry, I love you." He says quietly. You hesitantly hug him back, crying in his chest. "I love you too." You say quietly, sighing a little. "Let's start over" He says and pulls away, he playfully stuck his hand out and flashed a cheeky grin "Hi, I'm Harold Edward Styles, Harry for short." You cracked a small smile at him, wiping your tears. "Hi. I'm y/n. Nice to meet you." You say as you shook his hand and chuckled a little. He laughs, "I like to walk around naked, one time I wore a golden thong" He jokes. "Harry!" You eyes widened and bursted out laughing, hitting his chest playfully. He laughs, "How about you?" "Well, I don't like walk around naked. I like to wear clothes." You smirked and laughed again, shaking you head. "You're so weird." He smiles "That's why we're a perfect match"
