Yesterday's Letter

Another Fight

Louis's P.O.V
I run into the bedroom and slam the door shut, tears easily forming in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. Harry caused yet another fight, yelling at me, throwing things, and gave me a straight punch to the jaw. It still hurt, but not near enough as his words did.
*Flashback*
"You must love your job more than me!" Harry growls in anger. I cower down and whimper. Not saying a word, I couldn't, afraid of what he might do.
"Talk to me... NOW!" I gulp and look up at him. His eyes are angry with rage and I feel so scared that I want to throw up.
"I-I need to work Harry... for...well for money." I squirm underneath his glare. He backs away from me and I sigh in relief. I know that he isn't finished talking as soon as I see him turn around to meet my glance.
"Money huh?" He scoffs. "I doubt you want it just for the money..." He rolls his eyes and and walks a bit closer.
"What would the money be used for, huh?" He looks so angry it's like he's a spawn of satin.
"F-For you." For...For us." I love buying you things Harry..."
He nods in satisfaction. I don't even know why I said that. I mean I used to love buying Harry things. I adored it. Things changed though, mostly because of our fights. How he treated me. It was literally the worst.
I'm going for a drive...need to cool off."
I didn't say anything all I did was nod my head. Then he was gone. Now... well now... I'm all alone.
*End of Flashback*
I some how end up falling asleep when I wake up I realize that I'm in the same bedroom on the cold hard floor. I shiver and wince in pain. My head hurts incredibly bad, and I honestly don't know what to do. Actually, to be honest, I do know what I want to do. I don't move though, instead I sit there and cry. Amongst my crying, I hear a soft knock on the door, I know who it is, it's Harry coming to apologize. Do I want his apology? My heart is so naive that it is wanting to give him another chance. Forgive him like it was absolutely nothing.
"Lou?" He calls softly. I don't respond, I allow silence to fill the room. Well... until my sobs take over. Then it's just the sound of me crying. I just want Harry to comfort me, like he usually does, but then I remember that he's the one who hurt me.
"Louis... please... open the door."
I shouldn't let Harry in, especially after all he has caused to me, but I'm very vulnerable and naive with my heart, so I open the door.
As soon as my eyes meet his I feel sorry for him. He looks like a completely different Harry. His eyes look guilty and sorrowful, his lower lip is trembling, and I know he is trying not to cry.
I don't give him a chance to apologize before I engulf him in a hug.
"I...I'm sorry." He says softly.
I sigh and wrap my arms even tighter around his waist. I'm not saying anything for the moment, but he seems to understand that I'm trying to forgive him. At least that's what I'm thinking.
"I...just want you to stay home." He whines. "I-I miss you when you're gone." I nod understanding, and then pull him into a forgiving kiss.
"Are you not mad?" He questions as he pulls away. I want to cry right then because him saying that brings back the hurtful feelings I had felt.
"N-No Harry..." I whimper. "I was...I was never mad at you." I try holding back the tears I feel coming, but it doesn't work. I soon feel them leave the bridge of my eyelids and roll down my cheeks.
"I'm such...a horrible person." Harry mumbles. He doesn't stay after that. Why? I'm not sure. I wish he would've stayed though.
I look at the digital clock on my bedside table and see it's fifteen minutes after midnight. I need to get rest. My eyes are very sore, my cheeks are puffy from crying, and my mind is exhausted. Sleep is a prime number in my difficult equation. I sigh softly and make my way to the bed. As soon as I am under the covers and the lights are turned off, I hear the door creak open and soft footsteps are headed my way. Harry. It's definitely Harry.
"Lou?" Harry whispers, and I groan. "Can I please sleep with you?" He pleads and I sigh my eyes already forming tears again.
"I-I can't sleep alone." His voice sounds sincere and yet so apologetic.
"Whatever." I mumble and put a pillow over my head. I feel Harry slide under the covers and soon he's drifting off to sleep.
I still love Harry, still want to forgive him, and even though we had yet another fight, I still want to stay with him.

*Hey Guys! Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1☺ I'm writing this book out of inspiration (listening to music always helps 😉) please vote if you enjoyed reading! Oh and comments help too 😁😁