You were in the kitchen cooking dinner for you and Harry.
He told you he would be home in time so you could both have dinner together.
You couldn't help but think about how distant he's been, hardly replying to your texts, being really short when he spoke to you and barely paying any attention to you.
You thought it might have been due to how busy he was but it still wasn't an excuse, you were always here for him.
You loved Harry, more than anything. He'd been your boyfriend for 4 years, you'd lived with him for a little over 2 of those years. You know you needed to talk to him about it because you couldn't stand it.
You stirred the pasta and turned the stove off.
He told you he would be home at 6. It was already 6:30, 'he must just be getting home a bit later' you told yourself, sighing.
You realised at about 7:45 he wasn't coming home for dinner. You'd finished your plate, at the empty table, tears rolling down your cheeks.
You didn't feel overly sad, you just felt really disappointed. You wanted Harry to come home, you wanted him to so that maybe you could sort this out.
You left his plate on the table, you blew the candles out and went upstairs to go to bed.
You took your clothes off and got in the shower. Trying not to think about everything that has been bothering you. But you couldn't help but think, "did he even care anymore".
It was 9pm by the time you got into bed. Harry still wasn't home.
You couldn't help but let the tears stream down your face. You couldn't figure out if it was because you could smell Harry on the sheets of your bed and you missed him being close to you or if it was how he used to hold you when you were sad.
Your eyes slowly opened to the sound of Harry fumbling around downstairs. You prayed to God he wasn't drunk.
You grabbed your phone and saw that it was 1:30am. He was definitely going to be drunk.
He walked into the bedroom, walking into things and cursing at them. He took off his clothes, got into bed and passed out next to you.
He didn't even say a word.
You rolled over and started to cry. You didn't want to but you couldn't help it. 'Maybe this is the end' you thought to yourself.
In the morning
Your alarm went off at 6:00am. Telling you to get ready for work. You had a heap of meetings today about your album.
Harry was still asleep in bed. Sprawled out on his side of the bed.
You could feel the tears start to fall again, just looking at him.
You pulled out a suitcase and started packing your clothes. You figured he wouldn't want you here so you packed what you needed, thinking you'd be back for the rest.
"What are you doing" Harry spoke, groggily, rubbing his eyes.
You looked at him, showing your tear stained cheeks.
"Hey, what's wrong" he spoke softer, coming down to sit beside you.
"I made dinner for us last night. And I sat alone at the kitchen table" you croaked, quietly.
He frowned at you. He obviously had a loss for words.
"Not to mention that you came home drunk this morning" you continued.
"Do you not love me anymore" you cried, letting the tears continue to fall, just faster.
"No baby, of course I love you" he hugged you.
"It doesn't feel like it" you choked.
"I'm so sorry" Harry started, you could see his eyes starting to tear up. He pulled you into his lap and just held you.
"Work is so much and it makes me really frustrated sometimes. I thought that if I distanced myself a little bit I wouldn't hurt you. But it turns out I did just that. To be completely honest with you I forgot about last night, I had a horrible day, so I went out and got drunk" Harry explained, as he stared into your eyes, trying to find some kind of response from you.
"I'm always here for you" you reminded him, cupping his cheek.
"I know baby, I love you and I'm sorry" Harry said, kissing your lips deeply.
"It's ok, I love you too" you said.
"Now unpack this bag and I'll drive you to work" Harry said, rubbing your back.
"Yes mum" you laughed, earning a deep chuckle from Harry.
