Things That Go On Up There

3

It was 1 am and Harry still wasn't home, and I'm beyond furious. I understand he's angry about the night club , but he needs to understand that I was drunk, and the guy had long curly hair, and in a dark night club, that would look exactly like Harry.

It also doesn't give him an excuse to never be home during the day and come back drunk. If he wants the problem to be solved, then we have to talk it out. And that doesn't include cleaning up after Harry.

I dose off for a while before hearing the door open. I jolt awake as I hear a glass being casually knocked to the floor. I close my eyes again and cover myself with the blanket.

I can hear his footsteps coming towards the couch before he plops down on my legs. He must've not seen me, he's so drunk. Thats what he's been doing for the past three days, going out and getting drunk instead of talking to me a it what happened.

After a whole my legs start to go numb. I move my legs gently underneath him, hoping he'll  get up.

"The fuck?" He groaned, placing a glass onto the coffee table.

"Harry, I can't feel my legs, can you get up please?"

Harry got up, and headed over to the kitchen to pour himself some more alcohol. "Harry, I think you've had enough for tonight." I say gently, noticing the clock saying 2:15.

"Why're you still here?" He slurs. "Aren't you supposed too be with your boyfriend?" He smiles a lazy smile.

"Well if you'd stop drinking maybe we'd be able to talk about it." I muttered rolling my eyes.

"Well if you didn't tongue fuck with someone then we wouldn't have anything to talk about."

"What the hell even is tongue fucking?" I snapped.

"Stop acting like you're innocent here." He said knocking over the alcohol bottles swiftly off the table.

I flinch as the glass shatters against the floor. "I know I'm not innocent but you aren't exactly acting like a victim."

"I'm not a victim? I watched my girlfriend cheat on me.''

"For Christs sake, I was drunk." I yelled, running my fingers through my hair. I felt bad because he did a have a reason to be angry at me.

"That's not an excuse." He yelled, flipping the chair over. I watch as it hits the ground and I sigh.

"I know it isn't but we need to talk about it."

"There isn't anything to talk about because you're leaving soon."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Are you kicking me out?" I asked in disbelief.

"I mean... Yes"

"You don't mean that, you're just drunk." I said, reaching my hand out to his. He gripped my fingers, four of them, and squeezed them so hard his knuckles were white.

"Harry let go." I said, feeling my heart pounding. "And if I don't?" He asked squeezing them again.

My heart was pounding. He wouldn't actually hurt me? The fact that that's a question I'm asking myself scares me.

"Harry you're hurting me, stop." I said, tears making their way to my eyes. His eyes widen in realization. He let go of my fingers and I flinch back.

"Did you think I was going to hit you?" He asked, panic flashing through his eyes. I don't answer, instead I back away slowly.

"I wouldn't ever hit you, no matter how much l want too."

Anger pulses through my veins. "No matter how much you want too.?" I ask him. "Who the hell are you and where's the man was I fell in love with? Because all I see is an irrational, abusive asshole. You don't even try to talk to me about anything that happened but I deserve to be hit?" I shout.

"Baby..." He begins but I cut him off. His face is covered in guilt bit he deserves it

"You know,  someone who's so scared of being a fuck up, you sure as hell are acting like one."

"Who the fuck are you?" He asks angrily. "I'm Harry Styles' girlfriend. Who the fuck are you? Because you aren't the same Harry I fell in love with." I said, turning around to go back to the room. He grabs my wrist and flinch away from his touch.

"Are you scared of me?" He asks. He takes a step towards me and I can't help but take a step away from him. He's drunk and pissed and hurt and God knows what the fuck he'll do.

"You are aren't you?" He says, the hurt in his eyes giving me actual physical pain in my chest. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying but honestly there's no point.

I let out a loud sob before a loud string of others quickly followed. I fell to my knees and just cried. I'm not even crying because of what just happened, it's the fact I caused  him so much pain is what hurts me.

Harry's POV:

I watched as she completely broke down in front of me. I crouch down to her level and attempt to put my arm around her, but she flinches away again.

Fuck I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't mean to hurt her. Or say half the shit I did. But watching her kiss another guy was something that really fucked with me

Why would she kiss another guy?

Maybe if you weren't always wasted then you would know. My annoying sub. Conscience squeezes his unwanted opinion through.

"Mia, calm down." I try to soothe but she just cries even harder, shaking her head.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing and he looked so much like you and I-" she lets out another cry before covering her face with her hands and whispering, "and I don't want to lose you.

Well fuck. I feel like the worlds biggest fucking asshole. I wrap my arms around her and she nuzzles into my chest. After a while she'd calm down a little bit.

"I can't even begin to say how fûcking sorry I am." She said, looking at me. She looked tired and scared. So scared.

"Are you afraid of me?" I blurt.

Way to fûcking go Harry, everybody slow clap for the worlds biggest dumbass.
  
"Look, can we have this conversation when you're sober?"

There goes Mia. Knowing her, she's embarrassed that she just had an emotional break down.

I don't say that though, instead She gets up to our room, wiping her eyes. . I get up to fix the blanket on the couch a little but from where Mia was sleeping earlier so I can sleep.

How is it that she's the one who kissed another guy, but I'm the fuck up? How does that even make sense?

"Hey are you going to come inside or..?" Mia's comes from behind me. I turn around, a stupid smile all over my face. "Yeah." K followed her into our room

She layed down on the bed beside me and I made sure she was asleep before I fell asleep with her.