Your POV
I remember when my mom used to read me those silly fairytale stories before bed, I loved the one about the prince and princess. Living happily ever after in their lovely castle, I sadly went on for many years wishing that would happen to me. Wanting and wishing for someone to rescue me, whisking me away to a far far away land where no problems or worries occurred. It wasn't till I got older that I realized all of that was a sham, they're no such things as happy endings. Those were as mythical as big foot and unicorns, in the real world there were no such things as happily ever after. So as I sat on the untouched bed staring at the aquamarine colored wall in front of me with tear stained eyes, I tried to jog my memory of when I became a weak sap to think that my relationship with Harry was going to have that happily ever after ending. Where had I become so naive that I believed that he would be faithful, that I would be enough for him not to stray. I simply shook my head, getting up from the bed and into the connecting bathroom. The pounding on the door and the cry of Harry's voice as he so desperately tried to get me to answer had been long gone. I had no idea what was happening outside the room I barricaded myself in, all I knew is I was finally happy to have quiet time. Reaching into the shower I turned on the water allowing it to get warm so I could shower. For what reason I didn't know, I wasn't dirty or anything but I was going to try and scrub until I could reach my soul and scrub it clean. The hot water felt heavenly as it cascaded down my body, the soap and shampoo wasn't doing the job for me. I still didn't feel clean, finally giving up and I leant against the shower wall and broke down sobbing. Wondering where and when this had all went bad, wondering what I did so wrong that he had to look outside our relationship to get love. Eventually I brought myself out of the shower and dried off, I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into the spare room. It wasn't till then I had realized what an awful mistake I made, I had no clothes or undergarments. Searching the drawers was a far fetched idea but I had hoped I would finally have some luck. Fishing out underwear, jean shorts, and one of Harry's tees I dressed myself before plopping down on the bed once again.
"Y/n baby, open up please. You're scaring me. Can we please talk?", Harry desperately pleaded.
I needed to get this over with now, my heart was already cracking. It had been since the moment he started stay out way to late for my liking. Yet I tried to be the understanding girlfriend, silently cheering him on as he pursued his dream. It was a suspicion that he cheated but I had to find out and I hoped to god I was wrong.
"Baby are you ok? What happened?", he immediately fired questions at me as he cupped my face and stared at me.
"I want to ask you a question", I stated. I could sense the uneasiness but I didn't care I needed to know before I drove myself insane.
"Did you cheat on me with Meadow?", I didn't know a way to sugar coat it so I just went for the kill.
"What?", Harry stepped back in disbelief but I wasn't buying it.
"Just answer the Fucking question Harry, did you fuck Meadow while you guys were working on your art gallery together? Huh, did you lie to me when you said that she was only your business partner and not your fuck buddy. Huh?!", I screamed at him my anger finally coming to the surface and coming out.
It was only then after I calmed myself that I had realized he never in fact answered my question, he simply looked down with guilt all over his face which gave me my answer.
"Oh my god", I let out a loud sob and covered my mouth. Tears streaming down my face.
"Baby I...we...I never meant for it to happen", Harry began to get teary eyed as he came up to me.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me, I..I..you....oh my god", I couldn't hold back as violent sobs raked my body.
I gathered enough strength to push past him and into our shared room, pulling the first bag I saw down I began to throw clothes into it all while crying.
"No please, let's work this out baby. Please don't leave", Harry tried to stop. I yelled out as soon as he touched my arm. I backed away from him as if he was a dangerous animal.
"When? And how many times you no good lying bastard", I growled at him as anger and sadness swirled through my body.
"Three. With the wine and painting, we spent so much time together that it just happened. Passion and alcohol aren't a good mix, I promise I never meant for it to happen. I'm so sorry", he tried to touch me but again I backed away.
"Did you come home and fuck me after fucking her", I had to know I needed it.
"Don't say that, we made love", he pointed at me.
"No Harry, you don't do this to people you love and want to spend the rest of your life with. So answer the goddamn question, Did you come home and fuck me after fucking her", I answers as rage spewed from every pore in my body.
"Yes", he whimpered.
"You mother fucking...", I trailed off as I lunged at him and began to swing my fists at him hitting his chest and other areas.
"I gave you everything, I sat here and listened to you and your friends criticized the career path I took. I looked that bitch in the eyes and played nice because I knew she was helping you live your dream and for what Harry. I looked like a Fucking idiot staying here and faking smiled all while they knew about you cheating on me. I can't believe you, I gave you my whole heart and you just threw it away", I whispered the last part quietly as I stopped swinging my fists and looked at him.
