Argument Part 2
Thankfully Harry didn’t follow me. I don’t think I could handle any more fighting, or even looking at him.
So many thoughts were spinning around in my head. Hell we’d been together a year and a half, never in a million years would I think he’d ever lay a hand on me. Well a hand that would hurt me.
I set my pillow and blanket on the couch. Our couch was comfortable but it wasn’t very big. We didn’t care about size when ordering it because we never thought either of us would be sleeping on it. I guess times change.
Shit I forgot to grab something to sleep in. Usually I sleep in one of Harry’s t shirts and underwear. Thankfully I decided to wear just a t shirt and jeans to the store. I slowly take off my jeans and fold them over the chair. My whole body just felt numb, but at least the crying stopped mostly except for a few tears here and there.
In my t shirt I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door locking it.
I’m scared to look into the mirror. 1) I’m going to look like a mess and 2) I’m 99.9% sure there is going to be a hand mark on my face.
I place my hands on the counter top in front of the mirror and take a deep breath.
Slowly I look up and and gasp. Yes I look terrible. My mascara is everywhere and my eyes are blood shot. But the main thing that made me gasp was the big red hand mark across my cheek. I leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look. You could definitely make out a hand print and you could tell where his rings were because they were slightly darker than the rest of the mark.
I couldn’t help it broke down again. Slowly I slid down in front of the counter onto the floor. I don’t think I could have cried any harder, I was sobbing.
After a little while there’s a light knocking at the door. I know who it is, but I can’t face him so I don’t say anything.
“Baby girl can you please open the door for me?” he says with a cracking, quiet voice.
He’s been crying, a lot. As much as it hurt me to hear him like this I’m not sure if I’m ready to face him.
I didn’t reply. It was silent for a few minutes so I thought he left but then I heard his voice again.
“Y/N I know you probably wont forgive me and I don’t blame you at all but I need to see you and make sure your o-” he says voice cracking even more.
I get up off the floor and quickly open up the door, I can’t stand hearing like this anymore. His eyes were more blood shot than mine and his hair was sticking up in every direction due to him constantly running his fingers through it due to stress and worry.
Some how my heart breaks even more seeing him and I didn’t think that was possible.
His eyes go wide when he realized I opened the door. Then his eyes dart to my left cheek where he had hit me. He takes a step forward and starts to cry even harder. Suddenly he drops to his knees, leans his forehead on my stomach, and wraps his arms around my upper thighs.
Through sobs he says “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot I don’t deserve you, I’m a shitty ass boyfriend, I deser-”
I start running my fingers through his hair with hand.
“Harry, Harry look at me baby.” I say unwrapping his arms from around me and sliding down to my knees.
I put my hands on either side of his face and run my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away his tears.
“Don’t ever say your a shitty boyfriend, because you aren’t, you just did a real shitty thing.”
“But baby I hit you so hard and I’m an arse! I’ve just had so much build up stress and I just let it out on you. I promise I wont ever lay a hand on you unless it’s to love you.”
Harry takes my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to the left cheek. Suddenly I feel kisses where the hand mark. I flinch a little because it still kind of stings. Harry pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I give him a little nod and get slowly goes back in. He kisses all over my left check then to my forehead, then my nose, then my whole face. He took time with every kiss and I knew he was truly sorry.
“Harry, I forgive you, just please talk to me next time. If your ever stressed, let me know so I can try and figure out how to de-stress you. But I can’t do this again, I won’t do this again.” I say pulling away from his kisses.
“Oh thank you kitten I swear you wont regret this, and this will never happen again I swear.” He says with a relieved tone, then I pull him into a deep kiss.
“Now can we head to the bedroom to I can love you some more and show you how much you mean to me?” Harry says with a light smirk.
Of course I said yes and we headed to our bedroom.
Here’s part 2!! If anyone wants me to write about something specific just let me know! Also this story is just and idea I had, I do not support any type of domestic violence!!