*Eight Months Later*
Your POV
I dipped my finger in the warm pot brining the thick delicious sauce to my lips and letting the flavors invade my mouth. I hummed stirring the pot once again and adding more spices before I set the lid ok the pot and began to get the water ready for the pasta. I couldn't believe Harry and I had been together nearly a year, so much has happened since the first time we got together. I had been excepted into a teaching program that would guarantee a teaching job at a local school. Harry was so close to finishing art school and he was getting ready for his first art gallery display in a months time. Tonight we were having a dinner in his honor, Harry invited a bunch of friends and colleagues to our place for a backyard dinner. I promised to make the main dish and Harry had a friend who was in culinary school make the rest. I was so proud of him, of us and how far we had come. With every high there is a low, the low was that Harry had been coming home late for the last 8 weeks. When I mean late, I mean he would leave at 5 in the morning and wouldn't come home till 5 am the following day. He would tel me that he was with Meadow, he swore to me that it was strictly business and I couldn't ignore the fact that they spent way to much time together and Meadow was his partner in this whole art gallery. We still had the same passionate mind blowing sex but for some reason there was a bad error feeling I couldn't shake and I didn't like that.
"Smells good baby", I jumped feeling Harry's arms wrap around my waist bringing me back to his chest:
"I hope it comes out right, I don't want you're artsy friends killing me in my sleep", I teased causing him to chuckle.
"You know, we have a little time before I have to get in the shower, maybe we could...", Harry trailed off his fingers crawling from my hip to the front of my sweatpants.
"We both know what will happen if you continue, you know damn well once we start we don't finish till the am. So I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and get in the shower", I wiggled away from him. He simply chucked and kissed my cheek walking away to go shower.
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I smiled as some of Harry's friends chatted with me but it was hard to hold the fake smile I concocted to be around them. Harry's friends thought it was their duty to criticize my dream of being a teacher and not pursing writing as Harry greatly encouraged. Harry found my journal when I moved in with him and wouldn't let me live the fact down that I never pursued writing instead of teaching. I knew though, I knew there was no future in writing, the thrill teaching gave me and the sense of accomplishment made me want to pursue teaching more.
"You ok?", Serena asked as she came to me as I poured myself more wine.
"I'm sad to say I can't stand these people, I suck it up cause they're Harry's friends and I love him. I just hate the way they criticize me", I sighed heavily.
"What does Harry say?", she asked causing me to roll my eyes.
"We fight when I tell him, so I rather not to avoid it", my eyes scanned the party till I found Harry deep in conversation with Meadow. The uneasy feeling growing in my stomach.
"Do you think he's cheating on me with her?", I finally said the question that had floated in my mind for months now.
"Y/n, I don't think he would. You said she cheated on him and they broke up right before you guys met. He'd be stupid to do that to you", she placed her arm around my shoulder.
I began to get short of breath as I stood there watching him, he so effortlessly conversed with her. Something we hadn't done since he had to do this stupid project, I was trying to be the supportive girlfriend until I felt like it blew up in my face. Harry finally looked up and a worrisome look took over his face as he stood up and tried to walk over to me. I didn't wait, I shook my head as tears blurred my vision and I walked back into the house. Into the spare room where I could finally get some alone time. To prepare myself for the storm that was about to come.
