harry walked emily out before coming back into the bedroom. "why were you at emily's last night?" i threw at harry.
"ariah." he exhaled.
"no tell me why!" i raised my voice at him. he walked over and put his finger on my lips and "ssshh" me.
"don't fucking shush me, tell me why you were at her house?" i stomped my foot.
"tell me why you were with zayn." harry tried to throw it back on me.
"no tell me why emily was dropping your clothes from last night back to you today? what were you doing there?" harry stayed quiet "if you don't tell me now, i'll ask her myself." i went to the bedroom door and opened it.
"no, no, babe wait." harry ran over and shut the bedroom door.
"what were you doing at her house last night harry?" harry still stayed quiet "just tell me please. what were you doing at her house? what were you doing with her?" harry didn't even make eye contact with me "look at me!" i shouted "you're making me so fucking mad. just tell me." tears formed in my eyes "what were you doing? why were you there?" i pushed him back. "what are you hiding?"
"i-," he exhaled "i made a dumb mistake," his voice trembled and his voice broke "i went over last night, and one thing led to another."
my heart went heavy. "you two slept together?" my voice broke while tears fell down my face. harry nodded his head. "why?"
"i was missing you, she texted me, i don't know. i regretted it as soon as i had done it. i came home straight away, then i saw you asleep and it just made me feel even more guilty." harry didn't look like he was thinking straight.
i sat down on the edge of the bed and put my face in my hands "i cant believe you." i cried softly "why would you do this? you knew we weren't fully broken up, why were you with your ex?"
"you were with your ex!" harry shouted.
i looked up at harry "i didn't have sex with him!"
"so what were you doing with zayn last night?" harry bit down on his bottom lip.
"i was at the coffee shop downstairs, he walked past saw me, we had a coffee together and he left." i explained.
"so we both fucked up last night."
"don't fucking pin this on me! i didn't cheat on you! never would i ever expect you out of all people to do this to me."
harry bent down "i'm sorry baby. i didn't mean anything that happened last night." he put his rested his hand on my knee.
"don't." i pushed his hand off of me "nothing you could say could fix this right now. you fucked up."
"but i don't love her." harry's eyes filled with tears.
"no! you don't get to cry. you fucked up! why didn't you tell me last night? were you going to fuck me a few times, then leave me for her? it's not even just that you had sex with her, it's the way i feel so betrayed by you! "
"no," he wiped his tears away "i was going to tell you. emily just got there instead."
"you're just a liar."
"i'm not, i swear." harry put his hands up. i got up and started walking out of the bedroom. "ariah!" harry shouted after me.
"what?" tears fell from my face "what else do you want to tell me? is she pregnant with your child as well?"
"what? no," he looked at me confusingly "why are you leaving? let's talk about it, let sort this out."
"you think," i pointed at harry "you think i still want to be with you?" i laughed at his ridiculousness "you're fucking insane." i smiled "i'm done. we are done." i started walking again.
"no ariah." harry walked after me.
"you think i'm ever going to trust you again?" i raised my eyebrows at him "you messed up."
"i know you're never going to be able to trust me, but please let's try."
"it's not happening harry."
