Y/N POV
My hands grip the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles have turned a pale white color.
Harry had to ruin this night by getting wasted at my mothers birthday party. My mother's birthday party.
He's sobered up a bit after I made him drink a bottle of water and since I haven't responded to him since I told him we were leaving. I have had enough of having to walk him to bed when he comes home drunk almost every night, enough of tasting the alcohol in his breath when he kisses me before we go to bed. I stare no where else but the road in front of me. Harry raises his hand and turns the dial on the radio up to five and I instantly turn it back down to zero. He pushes his back onto the seat with huff and crosses his arms. "I don't even know why you are mad at me. I didn't do anything serious," I don't reply as the burning rage bubbles up in my chest. He can't be serious right now.
After a few more minutes of tension, we finally pull into the driveway of our house. I park the car and leave the car, slamming the door behind me and locking it when Harry gets out.
I drop my keys and purse down on the table next to the door and stomp up the stairs, feeling like a child but I do not care right now. I hear Harry running up the stairs after me but I slam the bedroom door and lock it before he could go in after to me. I press my shoulder hard into the door, leaning my ear next to the door. Its silent for a few seconds before he knocks lightly on the door. "Y/N?" I don't reply. "Please open the door, let me talk to you," I turn the door knob slightly and the door clicks signaling that its open. Harry opens the door forcefully since he has the chance, and just looks at me. "You bastard" I sneer, taking all of my anger and bring it out on him. My fists pound on his chest and I push him farther and farther back until his back hits the wall. He grabs my wrists and I try to pull them of his hold in protest. "Let go of me,"
"Y/N, stop," He says but I don't stop. I keep resisting. His jaw is clenched tightly and I could see the vein poking out in his forehead. "Y/N stop, you're over reacting," He growls.
I stop. My finger nails are digging into the soft skin of my palm and I glare at him, with hot tears burning in my eyes. "Over reacting? Over reacting!? You have the nerve to tell me that I am over reacting when you were the one who got drunk at my mother's birthday party! My mother's birthday party, Harry! You embarrassed me and yourself in front of everyone! You always have to embarrass me" I am fuming now. I'm sure that my face is bright red and my chest is puffing up and down in pure rage.
The firmness of his expression softens and his eyebrows furrow in thought. The hot tears rolling down my face feel like their imprinting my skin. He lets go of my wrists and he stumbles backwards, sitting down on the bed. "I'm sorry," he says exasperated, staring straight at the wall. I roll my eyes and start walking out of the bedroom. Harry snaps out of the trance he is in and jumps out of bed towards me. He gently grabs my arm before I could exit the room. "Hey, listen, don't go," he says softly. I try to squirm out of his grasp but he won't let go. "No Harry, let go." I say, still trying to free myself from his grasp. I can't give in. Not again. Every time he does something wrong, he thinks he can just say sorry and it will be okay. But not this time. "Please Y/N. I'm sorry,"
"Sorry doesn't cut it this time, Harry. You say sorry every time but nothing ever changes. I've lost track of how many times I have seen you drunk in the past three months and I'm sick of it. I'm done dealing with you. I promised you that I would never leave you, but it's gone too far and I don't think I can do this anymore," All of the emotion and anger from all of the nights he has come home intoxicated have finally let loose and it almost feels good. Almost. "I'll change this time. I promise, please just don't leave," He says his voice laced with desperation. I steal one glance at his face and it nearly breaks me in two. His emerald eyes are glistening because of the tears, his soft lips that I so desperately want to kiss are parted slightly. But I can't. I want to fall into his embrace, I want him to tell me that everything will be okay, that we will be okay. I want him to just stop drinking. I want him to change. I want to come home and taste the mint in his breath when I kiss him instead of the disgusting scotch. I want to stay. But I know nothing good will come from staying.
I finally manage to break free from his hold and start walking down the stairs. I'm heartbroken, yet glad that I don't hear a trail of footsteps behind me. I slip on my shoes, take my purse and keys to the car, then I'm out the door.
But only this time, I don't know if I will ever come back.
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Hello!!!
I think I might make a part two to this one if you guys want one. Just let me know in the comments!
Sorry that it took so long to update. I love you all sooo much!
Love,
-Ava
