My POV
I can't do this anymore. I love him but does he love me? We've been a bit distant from each other... I mean I know he's an international star with a new album and movie but not once has he told me those three words I love you. I love him with all my heart but I want him to say it so I don't sound like a fool if he doesn't say it back. I've been hurt before I don't want to be hurt again.
Suddenly the door flew open and standing there was my boyfriend of two years: Harry. He came in and immediately went up to our room to shower.
"Nice to see you too Harry." I muttered.
Once I heard the water, I started heating up some leftovers for myself and eating. I went into the living room to relax and spend some time alone to think.
Does he really love me? He didn't hug me, kiss me, or even say hello. He doesn't seem happy maybe he doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore. Maybe things got boring. Maybe-
"Leftovers without me? Thanks Dixie." Harry huffed, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. "Give me the remote we are not watching this."
I got up and started walking away. I didn't want to confront Harry but I was angry at him and couldn't take his behavior and lack of words anymore.
"Where do you think you're going in such a rush." Harry said, angrily getting up.
"Away from you!" I shouted, opening the front door.
Harry slammed me to the wall and slammed the door, "Oh no you don't! I'm sick and tired of you Dixie! You're so moody and distant it's like you're on your period every damn day!"
"Me?" I shouted "You've been acting like a dick for months now! No acknowledgement from you when you get home or anything. It's like I don't exist. Probably because you have a flock of other girls just BEGGING to replace me!"
"Don't you DARE bring the fans into this! They're not the problem!"
"Then what is? Maybe it's you because I know it isn't me, who puts up with your childish attitude. Who gives you no problems whatsoever. Have you ever considered your problems are caused by you and not media or your fame status."
"The only childish behavior I have was getting with you. It's one of my worst mistakes I made. It's only caused me more hate and more bad reps for what?! You're not even worth it!" Harry roared, slapping me to the ground.
His eyes softened when he realized what he did. He tried to reach for me but I scooted further away, afraid and hurt by him.
"I don't even know if you even loved me all this time like I did." I said, storming out the door sobbing.
I reach the car, and drive away as quick as possible. I don't care where I'm driving as long as it's away from him.
I blew it. I shouldn't have exploded at Harry like that. Two years of what seemed like happiness is over. Dixie the ditz strikes again. I knew he didn't love me.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ring. Harry was calling and I teared up seeing the background picture of me and Harry hugging each other tightly. Without thinking I picked it up.
"Uhh hey." Harry said
"Um..."
"About what happened-"
