Your POV
"You're so immature sometimes I swear Harry." You bark,
"y/n how am I immature, I'm trying to help you." Harry yells back.
"Maybe I don't want your help, ever think of that? You're always making jokes at inappropriate, time and I can never have a serious conversation with you!" You argue.
"Oh well I'm so sorry I'm not perfect like you Y/n, you cant take a joke, always have to be the fun police, making sure nobody has fun. For Gods sake, I try to help you, and all I do is simply as you if you're okay, and ask you civilly, and it turns into an argument. You're always so moody." he yells as i'm making my way down the stairs.
"See even now, you won't respond, you have barely spoken to me this whole week, and now you're just walking away." he shouts,
"Ever think there could be a reason." I state as i grab my keys and bag.
"Yeah and what's that exactly.... You're just pissed that I have fun with my mates, and you have been just moody lately, and have basically been short with me, for no reason I know of" Harry starts to say trying to calm down.
"Oh my Goodness Harry, ever thought maybe because I'm pregnant!!!!" I shout before i walk out of the house.
I slam the door shut, and i hear Harry coming after me and calling out to me, to wait. I ignore it and get in the car and drive off.
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