It's Sunday and as usual, I'm at Harry's house. Normally we'd be cooking or cuddling on his couch while watching a movie, but not today. We haven't really spoke to each other for a few days now and though it bothers me, I refuse to say anything. It all started last week Monday when we went to his parents' house for dinner. His mother attacked us with a plethora of questions about marriage and when I told her I wasn't ready, Harry completely shut me out.
We've been dating for two years and he's the only one that has said the three words. I know the topic of marriage would come up eventually, I guess I just pushed it aside hoping it wouldn't. I was left at the alter once before and it left me heartbroken for months.
I'm afraid the same thing will happen with Harry...
"Why don't you want to get married?" He asked out of the blue.
I sighed "You know why."
"Y/N I'd never do that to you."
Heard that before.
Rolling my eyes, I kept my eyes on my phone, continuing to scroll through Instagram.
A few more minutes of silence passed between us and I almost literally pissed myself when he grabbed my phone and threw it across the room. I stared at him in shock which had quickly turned to anger.
"What the fuck Harry?!" I fumed
"You need to stop ignoring me! There's obviously a problem and we need to address it!"
"I don't want to get married." I seethed
"I'm not Alex."
"I'm leaving." I snapped, rushing to get off the bed as tears filled my eyes.
I had barely made it to the door when he grabbed my head and pulled me back into his chest.
"Let me go Harry!" I pushed him away from me.
"You're just fucking scared someone actually loves you!" He screams, stepping closer to me as I tilt my head, the tears streaming down my face as I stare at him in frustration and irritation. "You don't know how I feel! Don't act like you do!" I sniffle, shaking my head at the boy I've tried so hard not to fall for.
"Just please, leave me alone." I stumble back, trying to get away from him.
"Why won't you let me in? Why won't you let me love you?" He breathes, grasping my wrist before I could get away. "Let go of me." I whimper, hastily trying to escape his tightening grip.
"Answer me." He blinks, clenching his jaw as I fist his shirt. I ignore the wetness at my cheeks as I hit his chest again and again.
"Harry I swear to God." I croak out a threat, my body physically shaking. "Answer me."His voice breaks as his eyes become glossy.
"I don't want to get hurt, I don't want you to hurt me." I whisper, harshly pulling away from him. He frowns, shaking his head frantically.
"I'm not going to let you." I spit out, wiping away the pathetic tears. "You know I wouldn't do that. Fuck, you know i'd rather kill myself than ever hurt you." He lowers his voice, tears cascading down his cheeks as he stares at me.
It was one thing for me to cry. But I felt like dying when the tears continued to roll down his cheeks.
I know he loves me.
I know he'd never hurt me like Alex did...but I just need more time.
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