Entering your work building, you tried to get your mind off of the argument you'd had this morning with Harry, trying to focus on your work and not the fact that your mind was still reeling.
Pressing the button to the lift, you waited, hoping to get to your floor as quickly as possible so you could start working to distract yourself from the anger of the way Harry spoke to you.
Sure, you'd said things too, but it took everything in you not to bite back.
*
"Harry, are you serious? Again?" You asked calmly, even though you were getting frustrated with him.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"This is the fourth time this week you have decided to go against everything I've asked you to do. All I wanted you to do was go and pick up some washing powder so I could do your laundry and what do you come back with? Nothing."
"I had a long day at work yesterday, I wasn't concentrating." He shrugged.
"I know things are stressful for you at work, but what about last week, hmm? I asked you if you would load the washing machine for me so it was one less job for me to do when I got home and what did you do? You went out with Niall and left me in the lurch." You retorted, running a hand through your hair.
"You were fine weren't you?" He said, rolling his eyes.
"That's not the point. I have long days at work too, but I'm the one who does everything when we get home. What do you do? You go out with Niall." You responded, shaking your head.
"Oh, get off of my back, Y/N." He groaned, impatiently.
"I would if you helped out."
"I'm tired after work, okay?" He replied, with a shrug.
"Obviously not that tired when you go out afterwards." You grumbled, setting the washing machine spinning.
"You know what? I don't care. Do the laundry or don't do it, I'll get someone else to do it if your so bothered." He snapped.
"Harry!" You exclaimed, surprised.
"I don't care, Y/N. Just get lost, go to work and go away, you don't half annoy me." He continued, harshly.
"Harry -"
"I'm going to work." He interrupted, sliding on his boots and his coat.
"How do you not care that I'm struggling?" You questioned, upset.
"You'll be fine!" He shouted, slamming the door shut behind him.
*
The door opened and you got inside, pressing the button to your floor before the door was pushed open by someone stepping in next to you.
He looked oddly familiar; long legs dressed in black jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt and a long dark coat and as you looked up at his face, you realised exactly who it was from the distinctive dimple by the side of his face as he smirked at you.
"What are you doing here?" You asked as he took off his sunglasses and fedora, revealing his captivating green eyes you were lucky enough to wake up next to every day.
"How did you know it was me?" He replied, confused.
"It's pretty obvious." You replied, rolling your eyes.
"I came to fix things," he replied, with a sigh, unraveling his hair from his man bun as it fell onto his shoulders.
"Yeah? And how are you going to do that?" You scoffed, shaking your head at him.
