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“I don’t know why you’re making it seem like I’m asking some ridiculous task of you, Harry.” You say to your boyfriend, crossing your arms over your chest as you look up at him. All you wanted was for him to clean up after himself when he was home from tour. “This isn’t your tour bus, you don’t have people to clean up for you, this is our home, I’d prefer if dirty dishes and clothes weren’t all over the place.”
“I’ll take care of it, I just wanted some time to relax for a bit, is all.” He says, shrugging. He was trying to control his anger. “I don’t understand why that’s too much to ask. Just to relax for a bit, can I not do that?” He pushes his bushy brown hair from his face, his green eyes in an intense glare as they bore into you.
“Of course you can, Harry!” You say back, throwing you hands up in frustration. “I’m not saying you can’t, but how hard is it to put dishes in the sink or clothes in the laundry? I’m not asking you to like scrub the floors or anything like that.”
“All you ever do is pester me when I’m home!” He yells. “I’m so tired of you making it seem like I don’t do anything around here!” He tosses his hands up in frustration but in that second, it all came back to you, hitting you like a ton of bricks. The raised voices, the anger, the raised hands. You flinch away from Harry, cowering your face away from him.
You didn’t mean to, you knew that Harry would never lay a hand on you it was just a reflex reaction. Your ex had made it a hobby to hit you, push you around a bit sometimes. It had been so long since you’d been with him but that fear had obviously been ingrained in you and you couldn’t help but flinch away from Harry, fearing for a half second that he might hit you too. You back away from Harry, glancing up into his eyes.
“Did… did you think that I would hit you?” He mutters, his mouth dropping open a bit, unbelieving of what he had just seen.
“No.” You mutter, looking down at the ground, ashamed at what you had just done. Harry didn’t know what your ex had done to you. You had never told anyone, not a single soul knew that you used to spend your time being hit and abused on.
“I would never hurt you, Y/N,” He says softly, taking a small step towards you. He reaches a hand slowly out towards you, afraid that you still might flinch away but you don’t, of course you don’t. You knew that Harry wasn’t like that, he wouldn’t hurt you.
“I know that.” You say, smiling at him as you rest your hand in his. He tangles his fingers with yours, pulling you a little closer to him.
“Then why did you have that reaction?” He questions. You didn’t want to tell him, you didn’t want to say it out loud but you knew that he wouldn’t stop until you just told him and he deserved to know, anyway. You couldn’t keep this from him anymore anyway.
“I was afraid that you were going to hit me but only because…” You sigh, taking a deep breath before you continue on. It was hard to talk about. “My ex used to.” You barely get the words out, your voice barely above a whisper. Harry gasps and then pulls you into his arms.
“Oh, baby.” He says, kissing the top of your head. “Why had you never told me before?” You shake your head, resting against his chest.
“I kind of just wanted to block it out, ya know?” You shrug. You lift your head and look up into his eyes. “I know that you would never hurt me, I’ve never had, and I will never have, that fear. I trust you completely, it was just a reflex, I didn’t mean to flinch.” You explain but he shakes his head and presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“I can go kill that guy for you, if you want.” He tells you when he pulls back. You laugh, making him break into a grin as well. You shake your head, kissing him again. “I love you, you know that?”
“I do know.” You say. You are both grinning at each other. “And I love you.”
“Good, that’s good.” He kisses you deeply, resting a hand on your cheek. “I could never imagine laying a hand on you.” He says, pulling back. His fingers play against your skin. “Hurting this beautiful skin,” Harry shudders. “I don’t understand why someone would think that was okay.”
“He was a terrible person who I’m glad is out of my life.” You tell him, shrugging. You reach up, linking your fingers with the ones Harry had resting on your cheek. “I have a much better man in my life now anyway, so it doesn’t matter. It’s behind me.”
“And I’m ahead of you.” He says, grinning again. You smile and nod.
“That you are.” You say before you reach up for another kiss from your wonderful and perfect boyfriend.
