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Missing parts for After ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Part 1 
          
          
          When I arrive back at the apartment, Harrys’s car still isn’t in the lot. My anger returns, and I call him and cuss him out on his voicemail, which surprisingly makes me feel a little better. I make myself a quick dinner and get my things ready for tomorrow. 
          
          I can’t believe it’s only two days until the wedding. What if he doesn’t come back before then? He will. Won’t he? I look around the apartment. As charming as it is, it seems to have lost some of its glow in Harry's absence. 
          
          Somehow I manage to get a good amount of work done and am just putting everything away when the door opens. Harry stumbles through the living room and into the bedroom without saying a word. I hear him toss his boots onto the floor and curse at himself, most likely for falling over. I go over what Kimberly said at lunch today and gather all my thoughts, pushing my anger to its head.

Part 2 
          
          
          “Where the hell were you?” I yell as I enter the room. Harry has his shirt off and is removing his pants. 
          
          “Good to see you, too,” he slurs. 
          
          “Are you drunk?” I gape. 
          
          “Maybe,” he answers, and tosses his pants onto the floor. 
          
          I huff and pick them up, throwing them at him. “We have a hamper for a reason.” I glare and he laughs. 
          
          He is laughing. Laughing at me. 
          
          “You have some nerve, Harry! You stay out all night and most of the day today without even calling me, and then you stumble in here drunk and make fun of me?” I scream. 
          
          “Stop yelling. I have a killer headache,” he groans and lies on the bed. 
          
          “Do you think this is funny? Is this some sort of game to you? If you aren’t going to take our relationship seriously, then why did you ask me to move in with you?"

Part 3 
          
          
          “I don’t want to talk about this right now. You’re overreacting; Now, come over here and let me make you happy.” His eyes are bloodshot from the amount of alcohol he consumed. He holds his arms out for me with a stupid drunken grin on his perfect face. 
          
          “No harry,” I say sternly. “I’m serious you can’t just stay out all night and not even offer me an explanation.” 
          
          “Jesus would you chill the f*ck out? You’re not my mother. Stop fighting with me and come here,” he repeats. 
          
          “Get out,” I snap. 
          
          “Excuse me?” He sits up. Now I have his attention. 
          
          “You heard me, get out. I will not be that girl who sits at home all night waiting on her boyfriend to come home. I expected you to at least come up with a good excuse- but you haven’t even tried! I’m not going to give in this time, harry. I always forgive you way too easily. Not this time. So either explain yourself or get the h*ll out.” I cross my arms proud of myself for not giving into him.

Part 4 
          
          
          “In case you forgot, I am the one paying the bills here, so if anyone is going to leave, it will be you,” he says with a blank stare. 
          
          I glance down at his hands on his knees; his knuckles are yet again busted and covered in dried blood. 
          
          My mind is still trying to come up with a response when I ask, “Did you get in a fight again?” 
          
          “Does it matter?” 
          
          “Yes, Harry! It does matter. Is that what you were doing all night? Fighting people? You didn’t even have to work, did you? Or is that your job, beating up people?” 
          
          “What? No, that’s not my job. You know what my job is. I did work, then I got distracted,” he says and swipes his hand over his face. 
          
          “By?” 
          
          “Nothing. Jesus,” he groans. “You are always on my case.” 
          
          “I’m always on your case? What did you expect to happen when you stumbled in here after being gone all night and day! I need answers, Harry—I am sick of you not giving me them.” He ignores me and pulls a shirt over his head. “I was worried all day; you could have at least called me. I was a mess today while you were out drinking and doing God knows what. You are messing with my internship, and that is not okay.”

Part 5 
          
          
          “Your internship? You mean the one that my father got you?” He says with his foul mouth. 
          
          “You’re unbelievable.” 
          
          “Just saying.” He shrugs. 
          
          How is this the same person who just two nights ago was whispering how much he loves me into my ear while he thought I was asleep? 
          
          “I’m not even going to respond to that, because I know that’s what you want. You want a fight and I wont give you one.” I grab one of my t-shirts and stalk out of the room. Before I exit I turn back to him. “But let me make this clear. If you don’t get your sh*t together- like now -I’m gone.”

Part 6
          
          
          I head to the couch and lie down, grateful for another space to be where he isn’t. I allow a few tears to fall before wiping my face and picking up Harry’s old copy of Wuthering Heights. No matter how bad I want to go back in there and make him explain everything to me—where he was, who he was with, why he got into a fight, and with whom—I force myself to stay on the couch because that will bother him much more.
          
          Though probably not half as much as the level of control he has over parts of my life is bothering me.

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