Lately mine and Harry's relationship has been not going to well. We've been arguing about the littlest things and it's starting to annoy me. Today's argument was about who does what around here.
"My god (y/n)! Can't you just do the dishes like a normal woman does?! And just stop making such a big fucking deal about it?!"
He's yelled in my face enough this week. I was just about on the verge of tears when his hand came in contact with my face.
"Do the damn dishes!" He yelled, making me run upstairs, tears falling down my face. I walked up to "our" bedroom and started packing my bag.
"Baby, please open the door. I'm sorry," I ignored him, tears still slowly running down my cheeks.
"Baby please," he said. I opened the door confidently, my bag in hand while looking straight at him.
"Get out of my way. I'm leaving Harry," I pushed him out of the way and walked towards the door, him following me.
"What? N-no (y/n) please don't leave. You're all I have, you're the reason I wake up every day. Don't leave," he said, tears starting to fall down his face.
"I'm sorry Harry - no - I'm not sorry. You can't just fucking treat a person like you treated me this week and get away with it. You need time to thing as well as me."
I opened the door and felt him grab my arm, making me look back at him. He was now sobbing and I wanted to hug him but I couldn't. It would make me look weak.
"Please (y/n)."
"Call me when you learn to not be a dick and appreciate what you have. Until then, goodbye Harry."
I walked out of the house we shared, not looking back as I placed my bag in my car and drove away.
I never thought I would have to do this.
But I guess I do.
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