Harry's POV
I awake with a massive hangover and the smell of alcohol burning my nose. I look over at Pam, smiling lightly. I want to smooth the crease between her eyebrows, kiss away all her worries, doubts and fears. I want her to be happy, but I know it's because of me that she isn't. Its because of me she receives hate day after day after day, it's terrible, but I'm too selfish to let her go. Her lips are parted slightly, letting soft snores pass through them. Her eyes are puffy and her cheeks stained with tears, worry takes its place in my mind. What happened last night?
I push the duvet back and place my pillow next to her, while putting joggers on I watch her grab the pillow and bury her face in it, cuddling up to it, using it to replace me. I walk around the bed, towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, but notice the mess on the floor next to our bed and covering the wall. I know immediately know its a broken bottle, and from th smell of it maybe vodka, I sigh, mentally cursing myself for being so stupid as to get drunk when she needs me the most.
I finish brushing my teeth and walk downstairs to gather the supplies needed to clean up the mess. Minutes pass while I'm down there and the door bursts open and I pray that Pam stays asleep. "You're a fucking dick!" Zayn yells at me, anger boils in me. He needs to quiet the fuck down before Pam wakes up. She's definitely not a morning person, always irritated in the morning, but if she wakes up to this she'll be beyond pissed.
"Shut the fuck up." I spit at him as quietly as I can. "She's still sleeping." I inform him though I'm not sure he cares. Why is he here anyways?
"You have no idea what you did to her last night, do you?" He asks quietly but his tone is harsh and cold. I shake my head, furrowing my eyebrows as he steps closer. "You realize she had bursts of panic attacks all night before you came home drunk?" His hand wraps around my shirt and he pushes me into the counter. "And you know who had to comfort her?" He asks, my hands pressed to his chest to create more distance between us because my rage is threatening to spill over. Who is he to take care of my girl? She's mine, not his. Why did he come over last night? "Me. That's who comforted her." I push him away, glaring at him before slamming his back into the wall.
"She's mine." I growl, he pushes me into the living room where so many things are broken and shattered. The lamp that she adored because it had a 'cute' design, a pillow gets ripped up, but I'm careful not to break any of our pictures.
"Get out." I nearly yell at him, pushing him towards the door after fighting him for 15 minutes. I push him outside, locking the door so he can't get back inside. I turn, looking at the mess that is the living room before groaning. I'll have a bruise on my cheek soon, and there's no way I can cover it, so I decide to clean our room, thankful she didn't wake up. Another thing about her sleeping habits is she's a deep sleeper.
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I hear footsteps on the steps and my heart stops, knowing its Pam. I walk to the staircase and look at her before talking. "Pam... baby." She gracefully spins around and looks at me, fear in her gorgeous grey eyes. "Do you need something?" I ask her, I've had all morning to think about my mistakes, and about our relationship. I want her to be happy. She looks nervous, running the pad of her thumb over each of her nails, a sign of nervousness she often does.
"Uhm... I uh..." She stutters. "I thought you left me." She quietly admits, daring to meet my eyes after breaking eye contact. Regret rushes through me as I make my way up the stairs.
"No, no, no, no baby." I wrap my arms around her. "I'm so sorry about everything that happened last night, Zayn told me everything, I should've been there for you." I tell her, I love her so much. "I'm so sorry." I pick her up before she can say anything and pepper her face with messy kisses before resting my lips against her.
