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It's been four mouths full of crying,dirty diapers and no sleep. I didn't mind at all. Darcy was a very good baby. But she was a very heavy sleep witch was strand for a baby. For example the other day, I walked into her room and dropped her new carriage that I had just bought. It made a really loud sound that I even made me jump but she stayed sound asleep. Niall,zayn,louis and Liam all would come over and make a ruckus and that baby would stay sound asleep. I don't know if I would be worried or not. I've talked to Harry about this but he says it she might be a deep sleeper. I don't know. Harry's been going to interviews and photo shoots. It's been very hard but as tired as he was he would come home and help. But for the past three weeks he's been going out with the boys and coming home in the middle of the night drunk. I put Darcy to sleep and I waited in the living room for Harry to come home. It was already 1 I was exhausted. Darcy had woken up in the time being and I gave he a bottle and put her tight back to sleep. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep. I was awoken but a loud bang. I shot right up and go to the kitchen it was Harry. He was sitting on on the ground with a beer bottle and cold leftover pizza in his hand. I looked at him and sighed "Harry lets get to bed." I went to go grave his hand but he pulled me down on his lap "or we can fuck." He slurred. I sighed "no Harry lets just get to bed." He started to touch my thigh and he was kissing my neck. "Harry!" He then pushes me off of his lap. I fall to the ground and I just looked at him with tears in
my eyes. He then walked away to our bedroom. I stayed in the kitchen and cleaned up his mess. I then go to our bed room and Harry's in there I sighed and got a pillow and blanket. I was not sleeping next to him I was so mad. As I was getting the pillow and blanket I feel Harry's hands and arms rome my body. I sigh "Harry stop." He groans and throw me in the bed and pins my hands above my head "Harry get the fuck off me." I shout in his face. I squirm and get out of his grip. I push him off me and get off the bed. "You fucking bitch." He groans "Harry I'm so done. I haven't seen you in three weeks because you've been going to work then hanging out with your god damn friends and getting drunk. I have to stay home all day and take care if your child." I cross my arms. He comes closer to me with anger in his eyes "good that's what women are supposed to do stay home and take care of the children, clean and cook. There also supposed to pleasure there husbands to. Your a house bitch that's it." He screamed. Tears left my eyes "I'm not a house bitch, your just an asshole. Who are you harry? Your definitely not the Harry that I know and love I can't---......" I was cut off by Harry's hand hitting my face. I hold my cheek and close my eyes. Did Harry really just hit me?
To be continued. Please vote and comment. thanks.
