Break

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Niall's POV:

"You're a piece of shit." I stood up and left the room. I made my way out to the car. I pulled on the handle, it was locked. Harry has the damn keys. I leaned against the car crossing my arms and waited for Harry to come out.

I can't believe Harry would say all of that. Especially to a complete stranger. I never knew he felt that way. He should have just come to me about it. I may have still been mad, but maybe not as mad.

I'm trying to get better but it's not going to happen over night. Harry doesn't understand that. I love Harry and I don't want to lose him.

I was too caught in my thoughts to notice that Harry had already unlocking the car. He sat in the car and started it. I stood outside for a minute or so before I could calm down. I don't want to start a big argument with him, but I feel like that is almost impossible.

No words were exchanged the whole ride home. Harry tried to start a conversation or try to talk about what just happened. I didn't answer and I couldn't answer without yelling at him. Harry hates when people yell, so I'm shutting my mouth for his own good.

We finally arrived home. I got out of the car and walked inside without even waiting for Harry.

I entered the house taking my shoes off and walking into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass cup from the cupboard and filled it with water.

Harry entered the house. Rustling around a little. He entered the kitchen my back facing him. I continues to look out the window infront of the sink and drink my water.

"Ni-"

"Don't"

"Niall-"

"Get away from me before I say something I will regret. This is your last warning." I huffed getting annoyed.

"No." I could hear him sit down on the other side of the island. "We need to talk about it." I huffed turning around to face Harry.

"You want to talk, we will talk. What do you want to talk about? How shitty of a boyfriend I am, because you made that pretty clear." I hissed.

"Ni-"

"No I don't want to hear what you have to say. I'm fucking trying. I'm not going to fix my problems in two days, and for some reason you don't understand that. I do not put alcohol before you, that's absolute bullshit!"

"It doesn't seem like you are trying too hard. If you really cared about our relationship or me you would have stopped and not have come home plastered again."

"I DID ALL OF THIS FOR YOU! I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE THESE STUPID SESSION! I'M DONE FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT!" I started to make my way out of the kitchen. Harry then spoke up.

"Maybe we need a break." I froze in shock for a second before a started walking up the stairs.

"Whatever you want." I didn't look back.

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