"She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart
While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar.
And we don't know how we got into this mad situation
Only doing things out of frustration."
Your pov:
I grabbed his forearm. Stopping him from turning the door knob.
"Harry wait, talk to me." I pleaded
He glared at me, like this was all somehow my fault.
"Talk about what? There's nothing TO talk about. I got laid off. I have no job and we have no money." He shrugged his arm out of my hold.
"We'll make it work, we can use my uni money for a bit and my job will help." I offered, even though I knew Harry was to proud to use my savings.
"What your job waitressing? You think you're job that you go to, three days a week will pay for all the bills and the electricity and not to mention fuel, please don't tell me your blonde and dumb." He spat.
I took a step back, the tears in my eyes giving way and floating over the edge. It wasn't what Harry said exactly it was just the fact that he thinks just because he was stressed he had a right to treat me like that. We were a partnership I wasn't his freaking punching bag.
"Y/n I'm I..." he reached for my cheek but I turned my head to the side.
"Don't."
He turned back towards the door.
"I'm going out don't wait up" his voice sounded emotionless.
"Harry you can't just run away from problems, because they're not only yours this time they're ours."
He grabbed the keys hanging by the door, opening it, glancing back at me once more before slamming it shut.
I sunk to the floor rather dramatically with my back pressed against the door. Letting my head sink into my hands. I started sobbing, how did we get into this mess?
Harrys pov
"One jack Daniel please." I groaned laying my head on the cool metal bar top trying to forget today.
"Rough day kid?" The old bartender asked passing me my drink.
"You have no idea, you are looking at a now unemployed broke not to mention doosh of a boyfriend." I rambled to the stranger. Isn't this just predictable? Drinking my sorrows away at 3 in the afternoon then running my mouth to the nearest person who will listen. When the one person who wants to listen, I left with a broken heart.
"Sheesh." He sighed throwing his tea towel on his shoulder.
"What did you do?" He arched one eyebrow
"I called her dumb after she offered to use her uni savings to pay the bills, I know she's been saving since she was like 13. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?" I reasoned even though I knew I was full of crap. I treated her horribly.
"Well you're not being much of a boyfriend now, did you apologize at least?" He asked.
Great I feel even worse. No I didn't I was to absorbed in myself to stop and apologize even when I saw her crying.
I sunk my head back to the bar banging repeatedly.
"I'm an idiot" I groaned.
"If I can give you any piece of advice is you have to make each other fall in love everyday, say things you only say on special occasions randomly don't wait for a set day, act like you're meeting each other for the first time, everyday. " The old man who I had yet to learn name of told me.
"And the women is always right, so what you need to do is get up there apologize and kiss her." he smiled.
I laughed.
"what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't its Marvin."
"Thank you for listening to my self pity talk Marv. Its helped a lot."
"Listen kid, I like you, you have i don't know a likeable Aora. I'd have to have a trail day, unpaid, but we are actually looking for new staff. And if you can mix and talk to people you should be good. The pay isn't amazing but it'll get you by."
"I'll do it. Here I'll give you my number" I wrote my number down on a napkin.
"Thank you so much you have no idea how much this will help."
"Go get her." He smiled as I turned around. But as soon as I did I remembered what me and y/n used to do when we first moved London. I quickly spun around.
"Your cheapest bottle of wine?" He reached up on the shelf passing me a dusty bottle.
"How much?" I asked fishing out my wallet.
"It's on the house, now get your sorry butt back to your girl."
I walked into the apartment and ran straight to our bedroom expecting her to be in there. When I saw that it was exactly how I left it I began to panic, what if she's left? What if she booked her flight and is going back to Holmes chaple? Well she does have uni but still... What if she's lost on the street and left her pho-"
"Harry" A small voice whispered from behind me she was covered in blankets a mug in hand, her face was red from crying.
I stepped forward.
"Y/n, I'm really sorry I was a complete twat with the way I treated you. I'm really sorry I've been working so much and I'm really sorry I lost my job. I miss you I miss our nights talking and laughing, and I just really love you. I wanted this life for you I wanted you to have all these fancy things and I'm sorry I can't give them to you. But I promise if you give me a second chance I'll be a better boyfriend."
"I don't need or want fancy things I love eating two minute noodles with you in this tiny apartment. All I want is you. I couldn't care less about anything else."
She dropped the blankets and put the tea on the bench. She suddenly turned around jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.
"I brought us some wine. Like old times" I showed her the bottle
"What do you say? I've saw some beers in the fridge, let's get semi drunk." She smiled.
"I love you so much Y/n"
"I love you too Harry." She kissed me cheek and then my lips leaving a permanent smile there.
Here's to the first times, over again.
