The rain hit the windows lightly, constantly reminding me of the days i spent in Washington on that business trip. Since I’ve been gone, it’s rained incessantly and heavily. And when i was finally home, it started to storm.
Tonight was a moderately lonely night. A sense of dread filled me as the hours of waiting for Harry’s return from work. The hours seemed to stretch out and the surprise i planned for Harry dissipated into a much less enthusiastic return home. All i wanted to do was get out of the rain, and unwind in his arms. But i figured out that it wasn’t going to happen like that about three hours ago.
After another 45 minutes, the blare of the t.v. disappeared and the background noise did as well. It jerked me out of my deep sleep and i sat up on the couch still very sleepy. But a smile touched my lips when i saw Harry’s tall frame stride in front of the t.v. and to the kitchen. “Oh hey, honey,” i said while stretching both my arms and my smile.
"Hey,"he mumbled. I furrowed my brows immediately getting the impression that there was something off with him. He probably didn’t remember that i was home three days earlier than planned. But then again, it was odd because all while i was gone, he would call just to tell me how much he missed me.
I scooted off the couch to go to the fridge where Harry was standing and wrap your arms around him. It was as though i touch was a bright fire to him, and he flinched out of my hug. I stepped back feeling hurt by his reaction. But he seemed unaffected by it and moved to the opposite side of the kitchen. “Um, how was work?” i ask timidly.
"Good."
"Is there… anything you want to talk about?"
"No."
"Well, I’m home! So…" i left it there, hoping he would catch my subtle hint.
"I know you’re home, Y/N."
"What’s with the tone in your voice?" I ask boldly. I could feel my eyes starting to burn, but the fight hasn’t even started yet. As if that wasn’t enough, the rain started to violently drum on the windows.
With a sardonic expression staining that perfect face of his, Harry turned on me and leaned against the counter arrogantly. “Sometimes I ask that to myself.”
"W- what are you talking about?"
"You’re stuttering- you know exactly what I’m talking about," he says, turning his back on me again. He went on to take his microwaved pizza out and place himself on the couch- further away from me.
"Just because I’m stuttering, that doesn’t mean I have a clue about what you’re trying to accuse me of!"
"Before you left to Washington, I promised that I would call you and talk to you whenever I could. And when I did, I sacrificed recording time and ditched the boys whenever they wanted to hangout."
"So what?!" I ask. I didn’t mean to sound inconsiderate, but i still didn’t understand how all of this was my fault at the moment.
"Y/N, whenever I called you, you didn’t want to talk! The way I sounded to you is exactly how you sound to me when I try talking to you!" Harry yelled as he jumped to his feet. "If I called you on break, you would always say you have to go. If I called you before bed, you would always say that you’re really sleepy. It’s always excuses with you."
"Are you kidding me?! I came home three entire days early for you! Is that not enough now?!"
"No, it’s not! It’s not going to make up for all of those nights that I spent wondering about our relationship…"
I folded my arms refusing to believe that he was about to suggest what i thought he was suggesting. “Go ahead, say it.”
"I will: you’re cheating on me," he growled as he backed me into a wall. My back slammed against it and i stared into Harry’s now malignant eyes in fear. His face wasn’t at all far from mine, and he threw his fists at the space surrounding my neck. "You’re cheating on me, I know. Just leave if you don’t want me anymore, Y/N."
"I can’t believe you would think that I would cheat on you," i said in a tearful whisper. "I’m not."
"Then where’s the necklace?" I eyes widened in fear and i quickly brought my hand up to my chest feeling around for a silver chain and a diamond encrusted heart. It was suddenly apparent that it was gone and i didn’t know where. Harry’s eyes were shut tight and his dark lashes were wet with tears. "He took it off of you, didn’t he?"
His fists fell from the wall and his eyes avoided me in every way possible. To see him so upset over something that wasn’t even happening was making me upset. But i was about to surrender to my tears- especially when i was getting blamed for cheating on him.
"He took it off of you when you guys were getting undressed together…" Harry continued in a weak voice. My heart was starting to break as was my ability to keep from crying. The thought itself disgusted me.
"Harry, that is not what happened-"
"So you took it off?”
It just got too difficult, so i let the tears roll freely down my cheek. I did my best to steady my voice as i spoke, although it was painfully difficult when i was watching tears roll down his cheeks as well. “You know what, Harry? If you want to believe that something exists when it doesn’t, be my guest. But I’m not going to stand here and listen to it. It’s embarrassing and degrading to have the person you love and cherish the most accuse you of lying, sneaking around, being rude, and getting into bed with strangers!” I slipped from in between the wall and Harry, then dashed up the stairs to pack my things. I never wanted it to come to this. But it seemed like he wanted me gone. Like he wanted to lose me.
"Good, i don't want a slut of a girlfriend like you" He screamed and pushed me out of our house.
I drove to my first apartment that i had before i met Harry. I can't believe he actually thinks i'm cheating on him.
But you know what, if he wants me gone.. then thats what hes gonna get since theres no point.
5+votes/comments if i should do a pt.2
