It has been awhile since Harry was on Tour. He usually doesn't like showing he doesn't care, because he does care. Whenever he got the chance to come home, I would be at my place or his, doing my own stuff until he came back. He would surprise me with stuff that was really sweet and romantic. This time he didn't, I assumed he wasn't in the mood. He must have been angry with management. He hates the way they treat him sometimes. I get it. I know how it feels for someone to hate or dislike you, ignore you too. He had the demon look in his eyes.
“Harry, are you ok?” I ask nervously.
He didn't say anything. It's been a few seconds before he spoke.
“No, I am not Y/N!” He shouted.
“Stupid Management trying to control me!”
“They have been trying to control you?” I questioned.
“Yeah.” He replied angrily.
I tried to comfort him but he kept moving my hand off his shoulder. It was strange. He was turning into the Harry I no longer knew.
“I wish you weren't in my life right now.” He spoke. “I think I made the wrong choice to be with you.”
I was shocked. “What do you mean? I didn't do nothing to you.” I replied.
“I guess I wanted more time until I made the decision to be with you. That way I could of deal with management more better.” he said.
“Harry!” I shouted. “Just because management is in the way, doesn't mean that I want to be put away like Junk in an Garbage Disposal.”
“Well Excuse Me.” He shouted back. “You are always too soft and clingy on me.”
“No wonder, you can't stop running your fingers through my good curly hair.”
“Oh?” I said while lifting an eyebrow. “Oh, so the little perk thinks his hair grease more important than his own girlfriend!”
“Well How Dare You!” He shouted back.
“I have been done dealing with your attitude!”
“That is enough, Unknown Man.” I replied looking like I didn't know him at all.
I shoved him out of the way and went upstairs to his room. Yes, I was living with him for awhile.
But now, since things are going nuts. I decided to go back to my own home in Arizona.
I packed my clothes and put them In the bag. I took my bag with my stuff and walked downstairs. When I was about to leave the door, I felt an hand on my shoulder turning me around and leaning against the door.
Harry pinned me to the door. His hand, shoulder was above my head.
“Y/N.” he spoke. “Please don't do this. Don't leave. Stay.”
“I apologize.”
I sighed. “I am sorry Harry.”
“But we shouldn't be dealing with this right now. I'm breaking up with you.”
I opened the door knob, I got away from his pinning, closed the door and left.
He was in shock and sat down on his couch. Thinking what he should do.
