Harry's POV
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"What's wrong baby?" I ask/s her. "Nothing, fuckboy." "Why the hell would you call me that?" I'm starting to get annoyed with her attitude. I did nothing wrong. "You left me." "What?" I ask/s, looking confused. "Remember? You left me after you got that phone call." She has one eyebrow raised. Oh yeaaahhh. It's been a few days since that happened, and I forgot that I left her. No wonder why she's been giving me the silent treatment for four days straight. "Baby, I am so sorry." "Shut the fuck up Harry. I don't want to hear any of your bullshit." I just fucking apologized and she's still acting like this? She's seriously pissing me off. "I just fucking apologized! Why are you still being bitchy?! Don't you ever talk to me like that ever again!" "You know what, fuck you Harry, which is something I won't be doing for a long time." She angrily walks over to a coat rack and throws on one of her coats. "Where the hell are you going?!" "Out." And with that, she walks out the door, slamming it.
