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You slowly closed the magazine that you were just reading. Tears were streaming down your cheeks. You stared at the window that was facing you. There was a 3 page article about your relationship with Harry. Well, one.
The other 2 were about him 'cheating' on you. At first you didn't believe the words that were printed on a freaking piece of paper. But then you were having second thoughts. Harry was giving you excuses when you wanted to go out, or do something together. Plus, he hasn't been active with you lately.
Anyways,
You stood up from your spot on the sofa. Making you way towards the bathroom. The mirror showed the tiny mess that you made on your face. Little mascara flicks were under you eyes. You grabbed a small amount of paper and began to wipe the flicks away. You decided to just take off your makeup because there really wasn't a reason to wear it if Harry wasn't taking you anywhere.
Only eyeliner was covering your upper lash line.
You shut the light off and threw the tissue away. The moment you turned, the same moment Harry walked through the door. "Hey," He smiled. You didn't return the smile, instead you kept a blank face. "Hey." You muttered. "Really Y/N?" He must've noticed the magazine laying on the couch. You stayed quiet, having a war with your tears. Fighting not to cry.
"Y/N." He repeated. Your back was facing him. The tears won the war, they stained your scarf that you were wearing. "Leave me alone." Your cold hand wiped the tears that was making progress.
Your foot took you towards the railing of the staircase. A large, warm hand stopped your tracks. "Harry, I sa-"
"No. Now tell me right now, you were not just reading that magazine." He said firmly. You inhaled deeply before harshly snatching your hand away. "Yes, yes I was." You answered turning around. "I told you not to re-"
"How? How can I do that? I'm scared okay?"
"Of what?"
"Of our relationship."
"What did you read?" He started to change the subject.
"Look for yourself." You mumbled, walking back to the stairs. "Y/N!" That only made your pace fasten. You immediately entered your shared bedroom door, and opened your laptop's lid. Logging into your Tumblr.
The first thing you noticed was a picture of Harry with a fan, you guessed? There were multiples. There were even gifs. Most of them were the same girl with Harry. The very last one, was the worst.
You felt your eyes stinging. It was a gif. The same girl was kissing him. You really couldn't tell if she was whispering something to him or kissing him.
Captions were tagged.
Better than Y/N.
A knock stopped your sobs from being heard. "Y/N."
"What?" You snapped. "Open."
"It is open."
"No, its not." You sucked your teeth and walked over to the door. The first thing you saw, was his face."Y/N, I really need you to stop reading these." He said. "They can be telling the truth!" You shouted.
"Y/N-"
"No! You lie to me!!" You continued to shout.
"What are you talking about?!" He stood up. You weren't scared. "I'm talking about you and this--I don't know! Another girl!!" You showed him the photos.
"That was months ago." He simply said.
"Don't you dare lie to me! That was today. You're wearing the same fucking clothes!" Your tears were making it impossible for you to continue.
He stayed silent. "She was talking to me about something! And yes! That was today!! So?"
"I hate it when you're accusing me of cheating on you!! I hate it!! And I hate you!" He ran his hand through his hair, breathing heavily. Not even realising what he just said.
Your lips slight parted. "I-I" You could barely speak. Instead you turned around, ready to run somewhere else away from him. "Y/N!" Footsteps were following you.
"Where are you going!?"
"Somewhere where I'm not hated!" You cried.
"Who said they hated you?"
Are you stupid? Don't you ever pay attention to what is being thrown at me every single day?
"Everyone! You!" You opened the door. "I never said I hated you!!" You were already through the gates of your house. Not caring what he said.
**
You stepped in. Luckily not making a sound. You spotted Harry sleeping on the couch. You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs. You opened the door to the room. You took off your shoes and tucked yourself in. Thinking about if your relationship will work.
Next day, you tried to work things out with Harry. Things were a bit better, but still needed help.
