Shades Of Styles

I'm Broken

"Harry I didnt sleep with him for god sakes. Why don't you ever listen to me!" I shout at him from across the room, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.
"Yet 2 magazines and TMZ says it happened" he shouts back at me.
"Then by all means, it must be true" I yell sarcastically.
"You cheated. Admit it." He orders.
"Theres nothing to admit" I shrug, telling the truth. I havent been with anyone but Harry for the past 3 years. The fact that he thinks Ive cheated hurts alot.
"I'm sure" he rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. He picks up a bottle of whiskey he has been nursing all night and takes a long swig.
"You can't seriously think Im lying!" I groan.
"I dont think. I know" he taps the side of his head.
"Youre fucking wrong Harry" I pick a pillow up from off the couch and throw it at him out of frustration.
"I can throw shit too" he throws the bottle towards me, it misses and hits the wall just behind me breaking and shattering everywhere, glass and whiskey flies around, getting me wet and a shard of glass cuts the back of my neck.
"Ouch" my hand shoots up to my neck, touching the wound. When i pull my hand away I see blood painted on my hands.
"(Y/N)!!! I didnt mean to do that!" He shouts. I flip him off and run to the bathroom to care for the wound. After a while of wiping the blood away from the scratch, not being able to put a bandage on it I give up.
"Let me help" Harry goes to touch me and I flinch away.
"No. Just get out" I hold the tears back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to scare you"
"Scare me? Into what Harry! What is wrong with you" I shout turning to him.
"I wanted you to tell me the truth." He takes a bandage from off the sink and places it on the wound.
"I already fucking told you. I haven't fucked anyone but you in 3 years" I turn to face him. His lips press together, not having anything to say. I pushz him away and go into the bedroom. I sit on the bed and look at my hands, letting the tears slip from my eyes and on to my hands.
"I'm sorry." His voice makes me look up, my eyes red and puffy, I wipe away the tears that stain my cheeks and let more fall in replace of them.
"You don't understand what its like Harry, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity." I begin my speech. "To have all these rumors started about you, to get constant hate from people Ive never met....so I sit here and I take it all because I love you. And I want your support, I need you to be more understanding of what position I'm in. Can't you see that I'm broken, I've been breaking down, hiding my feelings from the media...my family....and you" I wipe my tears. "Ive been keeping my quiet because I know you have all this on your plate, the LAST thing you need is for me to be upset. You've said it yourself, you're so proud of me for bein able to put up with your lifestyle and at first...I was. I understood it all but to have you fight against me too...I can't take it anymore. We always promised each other not to let this stuff get to us but here you are yelling at me because you think Ive been with someone else but how could I when Im to busy fighting what we have all by myself!!" I finish, throwing my head in my hands.
"(Y/N)...I didn't know thats how you felt...Im so sorry for everything. Please forgive me" he asks. I shake my head, not knowing what to say.
"All this time I thought I didn't know the people that were against me but...I do. Its you." I look at him.
"No. No. Im not against you. I love you. It was...a mistake to think you would ever cheat on me. Im so so sorry." He places his hand on my back.
"I just want to be alone." I sigh.
"If thats what you think you need" he stands. "I love you" he kisses my head and leaves the room.