Heal [a Zarry story]

Chapter 9

[Edited]

-Harry-

I kept my coat zipped up after I came inside, seeing Louis on the couch. He was staring at the tele, teary eyed, holding a half a gallon of cookie dough ice cream in his right arm.

I watched him while I took my shoes off, and he took a massive bite before muting the tele, and setting the ice cream on the coffee table. He stood up, not bothering with his messy hair, and brushed himself off. I noticed he was wearing an old shirt, worn out sweatpants, and a sad expression.

"Finally back I see." He said folding his arms.

"I was barely gone an hour." I said coldly, giving him a look.

"That's all it took wasn't it?" He asked, tears welling in his eyes.

"What?" I frowned.

"While you've been off....developing all these...new feelings for him I've been here developing a dangerous ice cream addiction, and a fat roll!" He snapped, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Louis I don't-"

"You don't love me anymore do you? I'm nothing but a fat slob and you don't think I'm fit anymore." He cried.

This was beginning to frighten me.

"That's not true, you know I love you Louis." I said softly.

He sniffed, looking at the floor. "I'm off today...why'd you leave me for him?" He squeaked.

"Lou...it was barely an hour, you act as if I've been gone all night with him." I said.

"Remember that time you were? You actually did that! Remember?" He spat.

"You won't let me forget." I said bitterly, staring at him.

He bursted into tears again. "See? You don't love me anymore!"

"Louis, you're being silly. You sound like a-" I began, stopping myself before I finished. 

"Like a what?" He growled, suddenly nose to nose with me.

I was tempted to kiss him, hoping he'd sink into it and quit his rubbish but I was worried he'd punch me.

I looked into his eyes, clenching my fists.

"Sometimes just the way you blink makes me want to rip my hair out!" He snapped before stomping back to the couch. 

I frowned. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He licked the spoon clean after pulling it out of the ice cream, then threw it at me. I avoided it easily, watching it clink to the floor about two feet infront of me.

"What's wrong with me? You! You're what's wrong with me!" He yelled, probably angry from that pitiful throw.

"What did I do? Is it like your time of the month or something?" I scoffed at him.

"You did not just say that to me." He said through gritted teeth, giving me an icy glare.

"You're acting like you've gone mad!" I exclaimed.

"I am not!" He yelled.

"Louis you're acting like a child! You know you're the only one I love, you're wearing the same ring I am, on the same finger. I want to be married to you, and spend the rest of my life with you...is that not enough?" I asked.

He swallowed, tearing up all over again.

"That was so beautiful." He whispered, covering his mouth. I wanted to frown again, but I kept my eyes on him, waiting for him to get done with his little episode.