I was in Harry's living room, trying to relax after a tiring, but exciting day of street dancing. I was still in my dance outfit. It was pretty uncomfortable, but I was just too lazy to change into normal clothes. Harry walked into the room with two cups of lemonade and handed me one.

"Thanks, Haz," I said. taking it and sipping as much lemonade as I could get into my mouth in one sip. It immediately quenched my thirst.
"No problem, sweetheart." he replied, sipping his own.
There wasn't much talking for a while. We both drank our lemonade in silence. The heat outside really had brought us down. I finished my cup to the last drop of lemonade left and set it down on the coffee table.

"So Harry. What did you think of my dance?" I asked him.
"It was amazing! Kirsti, you did really well. I loved it. They loved it. But..." he said.
"Thanks, but what was wrong?"
"It's just that your... outfit," he said, eyeing my clothing from top to bottom.
"My outfit? What wrong with it?" I asked him.
"You know... it's really tight, really short, and shows more cleavage than necessary," he said.
"Harry, of all the things you could have hated about my dance, you pick the outfit?" I said.
"That's the only thing that I could have hated," he said.
"I didn't pick my outfit, ok? If you have a problem with it, go talk to the rest of my group. They were wearing it too, and their boyfriends didn't seem to have a problem with it," I pointed out.
"They probably did," he muttered.
"Harry!" I said, slightly raising my voice.
"Kirsti! I don't want my girlfriend walking around in something like that and I certainly don't want you dancing in that!" he said. His voice was just as loud as mine now,
"You know what, Harry? You are just making a big deal out of nothing!" I screamed.
"No I am not! You are making nothing out of nothing!" he screamed back.
Tears began to blur my eyes. No. I couldn't have myself crying my eyes off right now.
Be calm. Be calm. I told myself.

I understood what he was saying, but I didn't choose to put on this outfit for the dance. My group decided on it together. As a whole. I didn't see anything wrong with that. It was just one dance. Harry was overreacting.

"Harry, please. Let's move on," I said, inhaling deeply.
"Kirsti! I won't be able to until you change out of that and promise not to ever wear that again!" he said.

So Harry still hadn't calmed down yet. I can't change right now! I didn't have anything to change into. And I still didn't see anything wrong with my outfit. This was ridiculous,

"No Harry! I can't!" I said.
"Well we can't move on then!" he said.

We were both standing now, rage rushing through us. I marched up to him so we were nose to nose.
"Listen, Harry. My clothes, my choice. And you better not have a problem with that," I said.
"Shut up, Kirsti! I've got to knock some sense into you!" he said.
"You are a complete idiot!" I said.

At that, his right hand went up and contacted with my left cheek. He slappedme. My cheek burned with the impact. I cupped it with my hand. Ok that was it.

I grabbed my bag and rushed to the front door. I pulled open the door and slammed it behind me. I didn't have a car. Harry had picked me up. I started walking down the street. I let the tears flood down now. Why did he slap me? I shouldn't have called him an idiot. What was I saying? I didn't say anything wrong. Yea, calling someone an idiot isn't nice. But it isn't that horrible for him to slap me!

"Kirsti! Kirsti!" I heard Harry call behind me. I turned around for just a second to make sure it was him, before I quickened my pace.
"Kirsti! Wait! Please!" he called. I kept walking. I should have ran. It was too late now. Harry was just a few feet behind me. I stopped.
"What?" I asked, harshly.
"I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me! I shouldn't have slapped you!" he said.
"Well you did. Can I go now?" I said.
"No wait! And I'm also sorry for overreacting. I shouldn't have. I mean, its just an outfit." he added.
"Yea, you shouldn't have. Can I leave?" I said.
"No, just... wait," he said.
I paused, waiting for him to continue.
"Your clothes... it's your decision, not mine. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm so sorry Kirsti! Please forgive me." he said.
I took a deep breath, "I can't. You overreacted, you slapped me, and I know you apologized. But no Harry. I can't forgive you. I can't forget this all happened. That's just too much to ask. Just give me some time, Harry" I said.

He sighed, "Alright. I get it," he said.
I nodded in response and turned back around to continue walking.
"Wait, can I at least give you a ride? You don't have to walk all the way. Come on," he said.
"Ok, thanks Harry. And, um, thanks for understanding," I said.
"Yea," he said.

Notes

Hey Kirsti! I finally got yours done! I made you wait a whole week! I am so sorry!

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~ Lily <3