I didn't even want to look over at the mess I had made. My eyes were down and I chewed on my bottom lip. "Louis. Look at me when I'm talking to you." He growls lowly. I gulp and nervously look up. He was mad. Very mad. I could see how his jaw was clenched and his eyes were dark. His chest rose up and down quickly. I don't say anything and he sighs. Angrily walking over to the bed and ripping off the sheets. "Tell me what the fuck this is.!" He says and walks back over to me. Holding the red stained blankets in my face. "I-I..I don't know.." I choke out quietly. My eyes were wide and my heart pounded. Harry scoffs and crosses his arms. Letting the blanket drop. "You don't know? Do you think I'm a fucking idiot Louis? Who else did it? You're the only one here!" His voice was loud and scary. I hated getting yelled at. No matter what it was for. I back up a little, "I-I..I'm sorry it was an accident." I say. Harry shakes his head and laughs "an accident? You aren't even supposed to come in here when I'm gone. And you knew that. I fucking told you that before I left. God Louis, I thought you said you would listen to me? " he steps closer to me and I step back. Soon hitting the wall. I looked at him, my baby blue eyes were wide, why was he getting so mad over just a stupid little stain. It was an accident. It's not like I meant to spill the drink. "Tell me Louis. Tell me why you were in here." I gulp. The words wouldn't come out of my mouth and I don't know why. Harry then roughly grabbed ahold of my small wrist. "Fucking answer me!" He yells, his face was close to mine and this was all so scary. I didn't like this Harry, I've never seen him so mad. Well of course because this is the first time he's ever been mad at me. But still, it was scary and it wasn't even like he was the Same person. I looked down and my eyes watered a little. Don't cry don't cry. Fuck. Please don't Cry. I say to myself as I feel a large lump in my throat. Harry still has a tight grip on me. And he was still boiling with anger, waiting for me to tell him why I was in there. But I couldn't answer, the words wouldn't come out. I just wanted to keep telling him I was sorry. But I couldn't even get up the courage to say that. Harry let go of my wrist and pushed me slightly, making my back hit the wall. "Fucking pathetic" he mutters and leaves the room. Slamming the door behind him. I stood in shock. What just happened? I looked down at my wrist. It was dark red. It might even bruise. I rubbed it and I felt the salty tears roll down my cheeks. Why was I such a baby? All he did was yell and I'm over here crying like a kid. But I couldn't help it. He scared me, he called me pathetic...I thought you liked me. I'm so stupid. If I would of never came in here he wouldn't of ever got mad. Why did he get so mad over a Stain? Does he have OCD? Is he Bipolar? What's the problem. I slid down the wall and brought my knees up to my chest. I sobbed into my small hands.
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It's been a couple hours since I've seen Harry. He left, went somewhere. I'm now in the living room on the couch. He didn't even apologize for being so harsh with me. He just left me crying, I thought he cared about me but I guess not. I was in my pajamas, only panties a sweater and some thigh high socks. My eyes were still puffy and red from crying and I had a headache. I laid down, feeling sleepy but I couldn't seem to fall asleep.
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"Louissss?" I hear someone slur. I jump up, is that Harry? I think. Why does he sound so weird? I get up and slowly go into the kitchen. Harry kicked off his shoes and laughed "hey baby.." He coos and stumbles over to me. "I'm sooo sorry about earlier. I didn't meant it love" he grins. "You're drunk." I say, already smelling the alcohol on his breath. I step back. He only gets closer to me and laughs some more "oh come on babyyy I said I was sorry.. Please forgive me" he pouts out his bottom lip. I look at him. "You called me pathetic." I look down. "I know and I said I was sorry Lou.." He says quietly. I don't say anything. "Just go to bed." I mutter and walk back over to the couch. "Louis.." I hear him say but he doesn't go into the living room. There was a moment of silence before I heard him struggle to get up the stairs and into his room. I sigh and lay on the couch. Why would I forgive him for being an ass to me? That's not the Harry I fell for. That's not him at all. And I'm not forgiving him till I see he cares for me. I mean, maybe he doesn't like me after all.
