You watch as Harry takes a deep breath and sits down on the leather couch. He was definitely pissed but had yet to say something to you.
"So you were mopping?" He asks taking another deep breath as he places the palm of his hands together and puts the tips of his fingers on the bridge of his nose.
"Yes," you whisper calmly. "So how the fuck did you manage to hit the guitar stands?" He growls lifting his head just to look forwards and not me.
"Mopping?" You say unsure. "I'm not in the mood for you. How can you be so stupid? Did you notice that you were in my music room?"
"Don't talk to me like that-" "I'll talk however I want. You're so useless! Get out!" He yells pointing to the front door of our first house.
"I'll leave but let me not forget something." You say making your way towards him. He stands up from the couch when you are in front of him and you lift your hand up. When the harsh slap was delivered, he was left in shock. Neither of you have ever hit each other but mainly because you guys just playfully bickered and never got in a real fight.
"Here's your stupid rings too." You say taking off the promise ring he gave you when you were both teens and the engagement ring. "Go fuck yourself, Harry." You say and leave from the scene of your first fight.
"That was not my Harry." You whisper wiping furiously at your tears.
