Warning: Very light light domestic violence. Please don’t read if easily triggered. Also I got the idea from Perks of Being a Wallflower, I’m not say domestic violence is ok at all. It’s very very light so please don’t be offended
You and Harry had been dating for a year and a half. Sure there had been plenty of fights but they were mainly over stupid things like Harry always leaving dirty clothes all over the house, or he’d get mad that your never were organized about anything.
Lately Harry had been really stressed about his album. It was already made and ready but the fans had quickly found out and to say they had very high expectations was an understatement. Each day that grew closer to the release date, the more Harry got anxious and stressed.
With a big paper sack of all of Harry’s favorite things, I opened the door to our house.
“Harry I’m home!” I yell as I make my way to the kitchen to set the sack down.
I know he’s been a bit down lately but he always greets me with a kiss when I come home.
Two stairs at a time I climb up the stairs to find Harry and tell him about all the goodies I brought him.
Quietly I open the bedroom door and see him sitting at his desk going through papers.
I lean against the door frame and just look at him for a few seconds. He’s wearing a grey hoodie and skinny jeans, meaning he probably just got back from somewhere and hasn’t changed yet.
“Hey bub.” I say walking across the room and kiss his cheek. Instantly he pulls away.
“Hey.” He mumbles flipping over a paper in his hands.
“Whats wrong?” I say running my hand through his short locks. Again he jerks away.
“Can you just leave me the hell alone for 5 fucking minutes!” Harry says in a harsh tone, yet he still wont look up.
I’m a little taken aback. Harry never curses at me.
“I’m sorry, It’s just when I came home you didn’t come kiss me so i cam-” He slams his hands on the desk knocking papers on the ground and stands up
“YOUR SO FUCKING NEEDY! WHY DON’T YOU GO GET A FUCKING LIFE AND STOP CROWDING ME ALL THE TIME?!” He yells in my face.
My eyes start to get watery and I try to take a few steps back but the back of my legs hit the bed.
“What are you talking about Harry?? I have a fucking job and sorry if I wanted a fucking kiss from my boyfriend!” I yell, but not nearly as loud as he did.
I’m trying not to cry but tears start to stream down my face.
“A JOB? YOUR A FUCKING WRITER WHAT KIND OF JOB IS THAT?” Harry yells getting right in my face.
“IT IS A FUCKING JOB! AT LEAST MY JOB MAKES ME USE MY BRAIN AND NOT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEN CALL IT YOUR OWN!” I yell equally as loud as him now.
I could see his eyes go wide and then dark. His breathing quickened and I could see him clench his fist. I’d hit a nerve. Of course I didn’t really mean what I said.
Before I could even think I felt a burning sting on my left cheek, then I was on the floor.
He’d hit me. He actually slapped me. I would have never thought he would hit me. He’s so loving and well Harry.
I slowly brought my hand up to my cheek. It burned. He hit me really hard.
The tears turned into full on sobbing and I quickly scooted to the nearest wall.
“Baby, baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you! I don’t know why I fucking did that baby.” He says rushing over to me with tears in his eyes. He slowly tried to touch my cheek but I flinched thinking he’d hit me again.
“Y/N I’m so fucking sorry, hell I’ve just been so stressed and I know that’s no excuse, and being a writer is a job baby your so talented, baby please talk to me.” Harry says with tears streaming down his face. In any other situation seeing him cry would break my heart, but it was already broken.
The sobbing turned back into crying and I looked up at harry, his eyes widened.
“Fuck you Harry.” I say getting up. I walk over to the bed and grab my pillow and then an extra blanket.
Harry gets up and starts to follow me
“Y/N baby where are you going, please don’t leave me, I know I messed up but let me make it up to you!” Harry begs with tears still streaming down his face, his hand goes to grab my wrist, but again I flinch. Harry stops mid way and I can just see his heart break even more.
“I’m going to sleep on the couch, I uh went to the store and got all your favorite stuff because I uh new you’ve been stressed.” I sniffle looking down. Quickly I turn around and go out the door, slamming it behind me.
Sorry if this is crappy but I really want to do a Part 2 so like for part 2!!