You got off work early, because Harry had the day off, and you wanted to surprise him, but you were the one in for a surprise. When you walked in the house you kicked off your shoes. You were tired and stressed out. Your job was hard. The first thing you heard was Harry moaning. 'Oh my god', you thought 'is he... masturbating?' You were smiling and chuckling to yourself, but your smile quickly faded into a frown as you heard a female moan. Then, you heard, "Harr- HARRY! Oh, right there, oh, fuck!" You silently stepped up the stairs and looked through the crack of you bedroom door. You saw the last thing you ever wanted to see. Your worst nightmare. He was in the bed, on top of some, attractive blonde bimbo. Hot, salty tears streamed down your face. You weren't going to make a scene. You weren't going to burst in there screaming and crying, ripping her away from him. No. That was too easy. You knew what he deserved. You were his girlfriend for 3 years. So, you quietly made your way down the stairs. You sat on the couch, but you couldn't relax. You kept hearing loud moans, and the bed squeaking. You turned on the TV, but turned it down very low, and for the next 20 minutes, you sat, and waited. After moans became screams of ecstasy. The bed creaking, and the moaning, and the yelling stopped. You heard shuffling around and zippers zipping up. "Shit, (Y/N)'s gonna be here soon". You heard Harry say. That bastard. You heard more shuffling, then the sound of kissing, that soon turned into snogging. When they were finished, you heard them exchange 'Thank you's and also phone numbers. "I'll walk you out." You heard your soon-to-be ex say. She walked down the stairs first, not noticing you until she reached the bottom of the stairs, and she stopped. Meanwhile, Harry was so distracted by watching her ass as she walked down the stairs, he bumped into her, not noticing you exsisted at all. You stood up. Harry looked up confused at her abrupt halt, until he saw your tear streamed face standing by the couch. She obviously understood the situation and left quickly. "Y/N-" "Now that you're all finished up, I'll be getting my things." You interrupted him. Tears quickly began rimming his soft green eyes. "Y/N, please, don't leave. We can work this out babe, really. Please?" You looked at him and said "Goodbye, Harry." As you took several trips through the house, collecting your things, and packing them into your car, he chased after you trying to convince you to stay. You didn't respond. You were too hurt. This was way past the point of return. So you left. You never answered his text messages, or phone calls, or letters, or anything else he sent you. He hurt you, so you blocked him out of your life forever.
