*fast forward 2 months*

I'm looking out the window to the city of LA which lights are twinkling in the night. I was livid. The apartment was completely quiet because he wasn't here and I knew why. He has done it to me again.

It wasn't the first time and it wasn't the second. I knew he'd get home soon and we'll begin fighting. This scene far too familiar.

I can hear him open our front door and yell, "Honey, I'm home!"
"I'm right here, Harry, you don't need to yell." I say coming out of the dining area.
"There's my beautiful girl." he comes over to me to get me in an embrace. I quickly slide out of his arms to let it known I'm annoyed.
"What's wrong?" he asks confused. He knew, but he always pretended not to. Then he'll make up a bullshit excuse that I won't believe but I'll end up pretending to. All to make it work.
"On Monday, when you were out with Louis.. Yeah you were caught leaving that tv show host's house. You lied to me, Harry. AGAIN!" I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

Harry sighs loudly and tries to grab my hands but instead I cross them over my chest and turn my back.
"Love, it's not what you think. I did go with Louis for a drink and she was there. She came up to us wanting to get us on the show or an interview. We BOTH went to her house." his excuse was pathetic.
"Harry it's a lie! You're blatantly lying to my face! How can you?!" I walk into our bedroom and slam the door. Why couldn't he just admit it if he knows I know he's lying?!
He opens the door and starts with his bullshit excuses over and over. Everything quickly turning into a yelling match.

My life with Harry wasn't what I was expecting.

Notes

Filler again. I want to to get to the good stuff. :)