Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 73

CHAPTER 73

MERCY'S POV

Two months ago, I had an abortion and no one else besides Zach knew. A week after it, Harry and I got back together, and our relationship was...different.

We got over that honeymoon phase in our relationship and we weren't affectionate amd fond of PDA like we used to. And I didn't know if it was because we've been together for a long time or if it was because of the break up and everything that happened.

Harry didn't recover, he kept doing the same old shit, minus having sex with random girls. He kept getting drunk and partying all night long. 

I was so angry at him at first, I was sick of waiting for him at night just to come back late at night, stumbling.

We had lots of arguments as well, he would always get mad at me for being "too jealous" jist because I keep smelling her clothes and checking for a lipstick stain on his clothes and checking his phone behind his back because I was paranoid that he was still hitting up his old side chicks.

But then I got fed up of arguing and I just stopped bitching at him and didn't care anymore. I didn't even know why I was going to marry him after the summer anyways.

Zach was still pretty upset at the fact that I decided to get back with Harry and to marry him. He also kept annoying, trying to get me to tell Harry about the whole pregnancy and abortion thing.

It was now the summer, which meant I had to go back to my country for at least two months and I was happier than ever to get away from all the drama and be with my family and my friends. 

"Morning baby." I heard Harry's sleepy voice and I felt two arms slide around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

"It's 2p.m Harry." I said, pulling myself away from him and got my popcorn out of the microwave.

"Can you not stop bitching for one second?" Harry snapped, making me turn around to throw him a death glare.

"How am I supposed to not bitch when you came home at 1am, drunk as fuck last night Harry?" I yelled, looking at him.

"Don't start. I'm not in the mood for the same fucking fight again." He said as he walked away, but I wasn't having it, I followed him into the living room.

"Well maybe if you would stop doing that, we wouldn't fight as much." I yelled.

He looked at me as if he were about to kill me, but then he surprised me when he pulled me close to him and pressed his lips to mine. I haven't kissed him for days, and I almost forgot how good of a kisser he was.

I gave in to him and kissed him back, and then he carried me to our bedroom, not breaking the kiss. 

And that was when the best make up sex has happened, and I insisted on using a condom this time.