Together [Sequel to Love Actually]

Chapter 20

               Things were escalating quickly with Harry, but something didn't feel right. I didn't want to have sex every single time we fought, and then he would pick fights with me only to make up minutes later so we could have sex. I know Harry isn't using me, he wasn't like that, but I had my morals, and things I needed for myself, so I had to stop things now.

               Harry sucked violently on my neck, and I pulled his head away from me.

"What?" He asked his voice full of lust.

"We can't do this." I whispered.

"Why not?" Harry asked.                                     

"Because, it isn't right to have sex after every fight we have." I stated.

"It's called make-up sex for a reason love." Harry laughed.

"Well then, I don't believe in make-up sex." I said.

               Harry nodded, and stood up off of me. He looked a little disappointed.

"Don't get mad at me now." I whispered.

"I'm not mad, just confused." Harry mumbled.

"What about?" I questioned.

"You have never had a problem with sex before, why now?" He asked.

"I'm just not in the mood okay?" I snapped.

"Fine." Harry mumbled, and raised his hands in surrender.

               My eyes welled up with tears, as I pushed past Harry to leave the room. I couldn't believe he was seriously getting mad over not being able to have sex. He promised to never pressure me into anything, and he was doing the exact opposite.

(Aw damn Scarlet's a bit annoying eh...sorry.)

               I walked into our shared bedroom, and locked the door. I flopped face first onto the bed, and pulled a pillow close to my face. It had barely been an hour since Harry and I made up, and we were already fighting again. This was never how our relationship was. We were always so happy, and in love, and I have no idea where the romance went.

               Seconds later there was a knock at the door.

"Scarlet, will you please open up?" Harry asked softly.

"No." I said.

"Please." Harry whined.

               I stood up, and unlocked the door. Harry took one look at me crying, and his face fell.

"I'm sorry Scarlet, I was being insensitive, I was just in the mood, and it took over." Harry said, his cheeks growing a light pink.

               I shook my head, and sat back on the bed.

"What's wrong? Why won't you forgive me?" Harry asked.

"It's not just this Harry, it's everything. This whole relationship is falling apart." I said.

"No, don't say that, it's not." Harry said getting upset.

"Harry, look at it. We fought less than an hour ago, and made up, now literally minutes later we are in another fight. We have been fighting constantly lately, and this is not the kind of relationship either of us deserves." I said.

"What are you saying?" Harry asked, his voice cracking.

"I think, we need a break." I whispered.