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"Y/n!" I hear Harry scream as I enter the house.
I speed walk over to the living room to see Harry sprawled out on the couch drunk, and smoking yet another cigarette.
"Harry!" I gasp at the horrific scene. This was absolutely not the Harry I fell in love with.
But this wasn't the first time.
"Why are you late?" Harry asks as he raises his voice. He sits up from the couch, throws the cigarette to the ground, and crushes it with his bare heel.
"I-I'm not! I swear it!" I say in defense, raising my hands.
"Hmmm, ok. You may have not been late but who brought ya home?" Harry questions as he circles around me like a vulture, with his arms locked behind him.
I deeply gulp. Since I left my wallet at home to pay for a taxi, I asked my friend Niall if he could give me a ride. Harry may or may not hate this Niall guy to pieces, and Niall may or may not have almost kissed me in front of Harry.
"I... I um... I rode a taxi, like usual," I say, trying my best to not get caught.
"Oh so you didn't leave this?" Harry pulls out my purse and throws it at my face.
"Harry-"
"Save it you lying bitch!" He yells and slaps me across the face. I fall weakly, as I let all the tears I've kept in for ages out of my system.
"Harry please! I'm sorry!" I cry and I shield my face from the monster in front of me.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it! You lied to me," he spits. Fury was shown on his face. That vein on his neck pops out as he continues his verbal assault.
"I lied because I didn't want you to get mad!" I cry, attempting to reason with him.
"Too late!" He growls and kicks my side multiple times, continuing to leave nothing but hate for myself.
**
An hour later, I lay frozen in my spot. Harry had fled the house minutes after the incident. Does he feel no remorse anymore? Questions, me rethinking my decisions, they buzz through my head.
I realize that I had to leave, but at the same time, I can't. Who would take care of him when I'm gone? I knew under all the alcohol, Harry truly loves me. Right?
"Y/n!" I voice suddenly calls out, startling me. I quickly sit up from my spot as I ignore all the shooting pains throughout my body.
"In here Harry," I quietly croak out while I sit on the couch.
"Baby! I did that?" He runs over with tears welling up in his eyes. He attempts to cup my face, but I harshly push him away.
"Don't touch me," I angrily walk towards our room.
"Y/n please, I'm sorry!" He pleads while following me around like a lost puppy.
I shake my head as I enter our closet and reach for the suitcase, but I was too short. I whimper towards Harry, signaling for assistance.
Something flashes through his eyes, "no y/n, you're not leaving me," he angrily denies.
I narrow my eyes at him, "Fine. If you're not going to help me I'll just come back and get it later," I stubbornly walk out of the closet.
I feel him grab my wrist, making sure to leave a bruise, "what don't you understand when I said you're not going to leave?"
"You don't love me anymore Harry!" I yell while I furiously take my wrist back from his right grip.
"Don't you dare repeat that again. You know how I feel about you y/n," he says with his body trembling in fear. In fear that somehow, through my thick delusional head, that I'd finally leave him.
"You don't love me. You love alcohol," I spat. Tears of fury begin to brim my eyes, but I refuse to show weakness.
"You know what y/n? You're right. I don't love you, I could easily call up any girl right now and they'd probably fall right in front of me," he cockily says and rests his arms on his hips.
With what I have left in me, I scream, "fine! Go! I should've listened to what everyone told me. Don't go near him. Don't fall for him, he's just trouble. He's going to break your heart anyway. They were right," I cry and I run out of our room.
I scurry around the house looking for my car keys, but they were no where to be found.
"Where the hell are those keys?" I ask myself, beyond irritated. I'm over this.
As I search through the couch, I hear someone clear their throat, "looking for these?"
"Give them!" I growl and I jump, because Harry, being the immature hold he is, holds them above his head.
"Fine, if you want them so bad. Here," he tosses them to me, clearly annoyed.
"You'll come back anyway," I hear him mumble as I open the door.
I turn to face him. This time he was wrong, "not this time," I whisper.
As I walk out, I once again feel Harry pull me from my wrist back into the house to close the door, and to suddenly pin me back of the door.
"You don't mean that?" He pants as he traps me between his arms.
"Why do you care?" I scoff, attempting to get out of his arms.
"I do care, that's why you're still here."
"I'm still here because you know I'm the only one who's willing to take care of you. Willing to love you. Because you know what? You know damn well that I'm the only one who loves you," with that I felt a sharp pain go off on my cheek. I bite my lip trying hard not to scream. So I let a tear slip.
"Y/n... I'm sorry I... please don't leave! I promise- I promise I'll never hurt you again. Please don't leave me," he begs as he take my hands into his.
I look straight into his dull green eyes that have started to well up with tears. I knew that if I left, he'd go crazy. Crazier than he already is. I don't know if I could live the rest of my life hearing that he's in trouble.
"Harry, I don't know," I say, wiping my tears.
"Please... please. Y/n I'm sorry. I love you. You know I would never intentionally hurt you. I didn't mean a single word I said back there. I was just scared that you'd really leave," he pleads.
After a few seconds of thinking, I whisper, "Ok."
"I love you so much," he breathlessly says, pulling me into a tight embrace.
