Harry:
I walked into the apartment, cringing at the smell of alcohol and the static of the television. I turned it off quickly, placing my bag on the coffee table.
"Harry?" I looked around, finding him in the bathroom, lounging in the bathtub. "Harry, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He blurted, "I did something bad."
"It can't be that bad.." I shrugged, kneeling beside him and kissing his arm. "C'mon, get up."
"I don't deserve to." I narrowed my eyebrows.
"Harry, what's wrong? What did you do?"
"Remember when I told you that you were drunk out of your mind when we had our first time?"
"Harry, that was like a month ago.." My cheeks felt warm.
"A-And I told you you scratched up my back?"
"Yeah.."
"They weren't yours, I slept with someone at that party." He shrugged, taking a sip of his alcohol as I stared at him in disbelief.
"Y-You're lying."
"She's pregnant, too, she told me this morning." He spoke so smoothly, like it was no big deal when my heart was on the verge of wrenching itself out my chest. Harry and I had been together two years and I finally had the courage to give myself to him a month ago and on that same night, he had been with someone else.
"I'm leaving.." I sniffled.
"No." I stood, walking out the bathroom, "No, (Y/N)!" I heard bumps against the bath tub, meaning he was standing up. I grabbed my pajamas real quick and walked to the living room. "You're not leaving me!"
"Harry, you cheated on me! A-And on the night I finally gave myself to you!"
"In my defense, i-it took a while." He burped within the sentence, making me cringe in disgust at the alcohol in his breath.
"You're disgusting." I shook my head.
"I love you, (Y/N)."
"No you don't. I was off your mind for so long that you allowed yourself to be with someone else."
"I was drunk-"
"And so was I." I sniffled, "I didn't hook up with anyone else." He grumbled.
"You're not leaving me."
"I can and I will, Harry." He grabbed my arm, but I yanked it away. He stared at me in anger, pointing a finger at me.
"I've given you too much of my time to let you leave me."
"You don't own me, and I certainly can't even have you to myself because you couldn't resist a desperate girl willing to ruin your relationship-" My sentence was stopped as his hand smacked across my cheek. I fumbled a little, holding my cheek. The stinging forced tears from my eyes and I could taste blood in my mouth. "H-Harry?" I whimpered, his mouth agape.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't m-mean to-"
"But you did it anyways." I sniffled, holding my bloody lip between my teeth.
"Baby-"
"Don't you dare call me that, ever again!" I spat, "We're done, Harry!"
"No, please-"
"I asked you for one simple thing and that was to never hurt me, but you did so emotionally and physically! You crossed my line, and I'm leaving! Do you understand, Harry Styles?!"
"Yes." He frowned, placing his bottle on the kitchen sink, "Will you come back?" I sniffled, flinching when he reached for me.
"I would take it into consideration considering I love you more than anything but then things escalated when it didn't have to. For now, I don't think so." I held my purse to my chest. "Bye Harry.. Hope your baby is at least respectful."
