here comes part 2

 PART 2

“{Y/N} stop!” I heard Harry yell from behind me before grabbing my wrist.
“No harry let go” I said pissed at him. When he wouldn’t let go I ripped my arm from his grip and continued walking to my car.
“Baby no, don’t leave please” Harry begged following me.
“Just leave me alone Harry” I said continuing to our car. “I’m going home so just stop, you’re not gonna change my mind” I said coldly.
“If your leaving then I’m leaving” Harry said firmly.
“Please” I said laughing dryly. “You and I both know you can’t leave your own Birthday party so just go away” I said before getting into the car and slamming it. I rolled down the window to say one last thing. “Get someone to drive you home when its over, if you even wanna come home” I said harshly.
“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” Harry asked referring to the last part of my statement.
“It means I’m sure that girl has a lovely bedroom you’d love to spend the night in” I said putting emphasis on the word love watching Harry’s  jaw drop probably in shock due to the fact that I was never this mean to him even when we fought.
“Now if you’ll excuse me” I said bitterly before switching gears and driving away. Leaving a stunted Harry behind still standing next to where our car was parked. Once I was out of the parking lot my strong front faded and the tears feel down my face as the sound of my sobs filled the car.
I know harry did not plan that stripper but he didn’t stop it either. He didn’t push her off or stand up or even ask her to stop. If I didn’t walk out it probably would’ve continued. I really don’t understand why he thinks that getting a lap dance from a slut in lingerie is acceptable…especially in public. Harry should be ashamed of himself. That was such an embarrassment I wish I never had to witness that.
Once I pulled into the parking spot outside of our flat I sat there for a few minutes, in the car with my head resting against the steering wheel. I took a few deep breaths to stop the tears before wiping my checks and walking up to our flat. I went straight to the linen closet and grabbed a blanket tossing it onto the couch. Next I stormed into our bedroom taking Harrys pillow off his side of the couch. I walked to the door of our living room and angrily threw it on at the couch. It bounced off and landed on the floor so that’s where I left it.  I walked back into our room slamming the door behind me even though harry wasn’t home to hear it. I made sure to lock the door behind me so when Harry got home he couldn’t sneak in here.  I ripped off my dress throwing it on the floor and putting on some Pjs. I wiped my face clean of my makeup and threw my hair in a bun. I laid in the center of our bed starting at the ceiling….just crying, which in all honesty was pretty pathetic but I couldn’t help it.
Not even a half hour later I heard the door shut and footsteps come closer to the room. I heard Harry try to open the door and when he realized it was locked he let out a sigh. I knew he could hear me crying but at this point I wasn’t trying to hide it.
“{Y/N} let me in” Harry said demandingly “{Y/N}” he repeated in the same tone once I didn’t answer. He kept calling out to me and knocking but I ignored him. “god dam it!” he said before kicking the door which made me cry more.
“You don’t have to talk to me but at least open the door I’m tired and I want to sleep” He said aggravated.
“Ya know, it’s funny that you think I would let you sleep in here” I said harshly with a sarcastic chuckle. “Your stuffs on the couch”
“You making me sleep on the fucking couch?!” Harry asked
“Yup” I replied shortly popping the P.
“But it’s my birthday” he said pissed off. I could picture him running his hand threw his hair and Pacing.
“Well Happy fucking Birthday Harry”