Harry and I were fighting once again. It was about something totally stupid too.
I got home only 40 minutes than I usually do after work. I tried to call him and tell him that I was going to be late, but he didn't answer.
Now he is claiming that I never called him..
"I had the perfect evening set up along with a dinner reservation that was first 7:45. It's a quarter after 8, Y/N!" He yells.
Anger infuriates me.
"It isn't my fault that you don't pick up your damn phone! I knew you would act like this! You always do. Every time I'm late, you always expect me to be cheating on you!" I fire back.
"Maybe you are, I don't know! I never got a phone call!"
"Well I called you 3 times and left you a voicemail.."
"So who is it? That Garret guy? He seems pretty fond of you.."
"What are you even..? I'm not cheating on you! And how dare you blame me! You cheated on me 2 times! I hope your other girlfriends are happy with you because-"
I feel his hand connect with my cheek and he suddenly realizes what he has done.
My eyes widen as he quickly tries to cover it up.
"Oh, my god. I am so sorry, Y/N.. I didn't mean it, I swear!"
Tears well in my eyes as I run up the stairs. I want to say something to him, finish my sentence, but the fear of being hit again over comes that feeling.
I go straight to the bedroom, pulling my suitcase from under the bed that's already packed.
I've been planning on leaving him since the day I found another girls underwear on the bathroom floor. He claimed it was mine, but I know it wasn't mine. I know that for a fact.
I go downstairs with the suitcase and find him still standing in the sane spot.
"Where are you going?" he asks, looking up at me with his bloodshot eyes.
"We're done." I say, afraid he is going to hit me again.
"Y/N, I'm sorry! Please! Don't leave!" He sobs.
I walk over to him, ready to set him straight.
"No! You never hit a girl! I may be sounding like a selfish botch but.." I trail off, looking up at him.
He isn't even mad.. He's sad. His lips just quivering and I'm still scared to even stand this close to him.
"I'm so sorry!" He sobs. "I don't know what is wrong with me! I wasn't raised like that... I- I'm so so sorry!"
I drop my bags.
"I guess I can let the past go.. After all, it's been 3 years since you cheated..."
