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IV

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Harry groaned so loud as he thrusted into me one last time. He collapsed on me, putting all of his weight. Within seconds, he pulled out and head into our bathroom, probably to clean his self.

"That was so good." He said while putting on a black shirt, his skinny jeans already clamping down his legs. "Can you please cook our lunch today? I have a morning meeting."

It has been days since the hospital incident and Harry has been so caring. He won't even let me move even when having sex.

I nodded. So excited that I can do something today. "Was that the meeting with James?"

"Uh. Yeah. Yeah." He answered hesitantly. He probably can't remember that he told me about his meeting with James Corden.

As we head downstairs, him continuing towards the front door and me walking into the dining. But before I can even turn around he grabbed my shoulder causing me to yelp.

That hurts.

"S-sorry."

"It's okay."

I waited for him to say something but he just stared at his hand. "Harry..."

He turned to me and leaned in, I thought he was going to whisper but he pecked my lips a light kiss. "Don't dare leave the house. Call me if you need anything."

I was so dumbfounded. It has been a while since he kissed me that nice. He has always been rough since that day that he caught me with Zayn.

I thought maybe Harry would be glad if I cook him his favorite, tacos. But after I finished cooking the beef and chopping all the veggies, Harry hasn't been back yet so I decided to bake some baby potatoes.

After cooking I went for a long hot shower but only to find myself still alone in this big house.

I kill the time by cleaning the living room but I actually finished cleaning the whole house but Harry was still not yet here.

Maybe due to exhaustion I fell asleep on the couch only to be woken up with my shoulder in pain. I got up and went for my painkillers.

It is already past 10 in the evening and Harry is still not here! I called him but I was only directed to his voicemail.

What happened to him now?!

As if it was a cue, Harry came stumbling inside the house.

I don't know what to do. Drunk Harry has never been good. I always end up in the hospital every night encounter with his drunk state.

Harry hasn't seen me yet so he went to the stairs. Before he can even step onto the fourth step he stumbled down.

I immediately went to him but he tried to step again and bumped his head onto the railing.

"Shit! Look where re'you going!" He angrily shouted.

I just grabbed his waist and hung his arms around me.

"Come on Harry." I said and tried to step up but he slightly pushed me away. It was firm but not firm enough to hurt me.

"No. I have a girlfriend." He said and stared at me while shaking his head so fast I think his head will fell off.