Your POV
We were all in Harry's hotel room. I was enjoying my time with my boyfriend. Well I would've more if he hadn't been checking his phone the entire time.
"Waiting for your other girlfriend to text you?" I joked.
I guess he couldn't take the joke because his face turned angry.
Harry: "Why would you even fucking say that y/n?"
"I was joking Harry. Learn how to take a joke. Why are you so defensive anyway?"
Harry: "I'm not being defensive. That just wasn't funny."
"You were to being defensive. I bet it's true! I bet you have been texting some random skank. Or have you been texting Taylor again?"
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Harry muttered.
"Ohhhhhhhh so what is it some girl I don't know about Styles?"
"Will you shut the fuck up! There is no other girl!" Harry yelled.
"Yeah okay Harry. We all know you're a flirt come on. You can't fool us!" I admit I was acting like a bitch. But I was just so pissed I didn't care.
"My own girlfriend thinks I'm a fucking womanizer! Why are you even with me then!" At this point we were both in each other's faces.
"Hmm I don't even fucking know you fucking manwhore. Maybe I should break up with you so you can get back to fucking sluts. Not that I'm probably keeping you from that." I could see the rage in Harry's eyes and an instant later my head hit the floor.
"Harry! What is wrong with you!" Niall yelled. He took the younger boy outside into the hallway Zayn following behind. Louis picked me up and laid me on the bed while Liam went down the hall to get some ice.
I could taste the salt of my tears as I laid there.
"Louis. Why did I say those things? I didn't mean for it to go that far." He stroked my hair trying to calm me.
"I know you didn't mean it. But you really shouldn't say those things. You know how sensitive Harry is to that." Louis exclaimed.
"I know. I'm a terrible person."
"No you're not. Let's not forget that Harry did put his hands on you. No man should do that." I nodded understand.
Harry returned to the room with the ice Liam went to get. "Here you go love." He handed me the bag of ice.
"Thanks." I muttered taking the ice.
"I don't understand why I got so defensive. I guess that just gets me every time. I know you said some horrible things but I'm not going to use that as an excuse. I seriously messed up." Harry said disappointed.
"I am sorry about what I said. I know how sensitive to that. I would've never thought that was how you would react."
"I know. I never want to react like that ever again. Take me back?" Harry told.
"I guess so. Just don't do that ever again or else I'll cut your dick off."
"I don't doubt that. Come here." He pulled me into a tight hug making me feel safe once again.
