love me or leave me.

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" CAUSE IF YOU WANT TO KEEP ME YOU GOTTA LOVE ME HARDER. AND IF YOU REALLY NEED ME YOU GOTTA LOVE ME HARDER. "

✧*｡ 06; WE DONT HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF  ｡*✧
   ー margo jones.

after a long day margo huffed and walked into her apartment. As she shut the door and lifted her head up, she saw Harry sitting on the couch watching a hockey game. He was home before her, quite a shock honestly. He obviously knew Margo was home yet he didn't greet her. So Margo just set her keys on the countertop and slipped her shoes off. Harry kept his gaze on the television and continued to ignore his girlfriend. Once a commercial came on he turned his head slightly to look at Margo.

She gave him a look with saddened eyes and slumped her shoulders. "Hey," she said sighing the words out. "Hey," Harry replied softly. They both knew there were a thousand things to be said, but neither of them said anything at all. There used to be a time when the moment Margo walked through the door she would run and throw herself onto Harry; the two would giggle between sloppy kisses and immediately ramble on about their day and end up just cuddling on the couch. Now it seemed as if wherever one was, the other tried to avoid.

"How did it ever come to this," Margo choked out in a dead voice. Harry stared at the floor. He shut his eyes momentarily before shaking his head. "No. Can we not do this right now Margo," he groaned. Margo dropped her shoulders. She couldn't believe this. Or, maybe she had expected this. This was yet another time Harry just tried to sweep one of their issues under the rug. He never wanted to talk about their relationship, and look where it had gotten them. And when he did he blew up and ended up leaving all furious.

"When. When Harry ! This is exactly it. We never do it ! We don't talk anymore. We just yell, and keep secrets," Margo cried. Harry's expression changed. "You know, I can't deal with this. You wanna talk ?! Fine. It would be putting it kindly to say that this is just a phase, but god honestly our relationship has turned to shit. I don't know what you want from me Margo. That's what this has come to, shit. I mean we always fight, you're always busy, we don't even have sex anymore !," Harry yelled.

Margo stiffened. She knew she had deprived Harry of sexual actions but she hadn't know it would bother him enough to come up in his list of their biggest issues. It was just that even since they had begin to go through a rough patch she hadn't felt as if they needed to have sex. If they didn't even talk when they were home together why would they have sex ? But of course Harry was a boy so obviously that wouldn't be the best thing for him. "So sex is what you're most concerned about. Sex is why we're in this rut. This is about sex," Margo asked with attitude in attempt to defend herself even though it was wrong of her.

"Fine if that what you want then let's have sex," she snapped. Harry groaned and tossed his head back frustrated. He was now standing up and had shut the tv off. "Knock it off Margo you know that's not the point. But I mean, we haven't fucked for eight months M. Eight months," He cried. Margo looked at him coldly. There were so many issues but he was focused on his deprived sex. It wasn't like he hadn't been able to take care of that need without Margo before. But M knew it wouldn't be a good time to point that out.

She just rolled her eyes and stormed off to the bedroom. She couldn't deal with it. They either ignored the problem or got a sentence in about addressing it before someone blew up. It always turned out like this; them separated and upset and then the cycle would repeat. Margo changed out of her dress and into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. She closed her eyes and just thought about how shitty everything was right now. Work was stressful and demanding, her boyfriend was her rival, she wasn't at peace with herself. When had her life started to go down the drain ?

Margo felt like she didn't even know herself anymore. Harry had always been the person to cheer her up and keep her grounded, but now even he wasn't sure who Margo was. Why couldn't things just be the way they used to. When M enjoyed going to work and getting new projects rather than feeling stressed every time another one piled on. When she used to spend every spare minute she had with Harry instead of dreading whether he would be home before she went to bed. God everything was so fucked. She hated it. This nervousness and self confusion.

As Margo thought about everything going wrong for her right now, there was a tiny knock at the door. She knew who it was so she waited until he finally got the memo and pushed the door open and walked in quietly instead of answering. Margo raised an eyebrow after a moment of silence asking Harry for an answer. "I uh- I just wanted to make sure you were ok," he admitted softly. His words resided with Margo and she sat up leaving a spot for Harry to sit. He strayed over and took a seat in front of her on the stain sheets.

They put their heads close together and gulped. "I still love you," Harry said softly. Even though it wasn't the most romantic or meaningful way of saying it the words hit Margo hard. They meant so much to her. And hearing them somehow changed something in her. "I love you too Harry," she whispered back leaning in and cupping his face. Harry placed his hand over her as their lips moved in sink, his tongue slipping between her teeth. It seemed so long since they last kissed.

Harry's hand snaked up cupping her breast as he moved in closer. In the moment Margo knew they were connecting even if it were just for a little while so she didn't want to wreck it. So she snuck her hand down into his pants indicating the next step. "M, we don't have to," Harry breathed between the kiss. "I want to," she told him knowing that she couldn't hold him back. She couldn't deprive him forever. So each of them shed off their clothes and Harry put on some protection. Soon he plunged into her causing her to moan loudly. It has been so long.

The feeling was relieving to Harry but was rather uncomfortable to Margo. She just wasn't used to the feeling anymore. She wanted it to be over. But she knew. She knew that this was Harry's way of connecting with her. And it had been so long since they had connected with each other, so she couldn't ruin this. She couldn't stop this, because it was the first time in forever they were connected. So as Harry continued to thrust she gripped his shoulders harshly. "Harder Harry," she breathed out. She couldn't wreck this moment. "Love me harder."

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(( lyrics above from: LOVE ME HARDER by ariana grande !! UNEDITED so soz for any mistakes. woah this was kind of all over the place sorry. but if you're confused with the very soft core 'explicit' scene if you will, basically margo doesn't wanna have sex but she doesn't want to mess up this moment with harry since its been so long since they have been like together. and when she says 'harder' she doesn't really mean physically, harry doesn't know that, but she's referring to needing him to love her harder and be there for her you know. confusing i know but the next chapter won't be as shitty hopefully ! but please vote and comment !!! enjoy xx ))