The Teacher (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch.18

6 MONTHS LATER

"Harry!", I screamed, disgusted by uncleanliness.

We had been arguing for a while now- so long that I forgot what we were even fighting about. I decided to let things cool down and ran to our room, but was greeted by a pile of his dirty clothes.

I heard his loud footsteps come closer until he eventually walked in our bedroom. "What now?", he said, still with a lot of anger in his voice.

"Why can't you put your clothes in the hamper? That's why I bought one!"

"Sometimes you act like my mother and not my girlfriend, stop being such a bitch all the time!"

I couldn't believe what he just called me. I pointed to the door. "Get out!"

Harry was pulling his hair, obviously very annoyed. "You can't kick me out of my own apartment!"

"It's mine too because you insisted that I move in!"

I was so sick of fighting, I grabbed my bag and left our bedroom, Harry hot on my feet.

I got to the front door and turned to look at Harry. "I'm leaving!"

I heard him shout something as I slammed the door. I quickly got on the elevator, and when I came to the lobby, I saw Harry race down the stairs.

I walked as fast as I could, trying to gain speed on him. I didn't want to talk to him anymore, I needed some time alone.

I got outside and began to cross the street when I heard Harry's loud voice. "Kenz!"

I turned around, but right before I made eye contact with him, everything went black.

**

I had been walking around London trying to get my mind off of Harry. I was about a mile from our apartment building when I realized that it was starting to get dark out. I began my journey home, planning on what to say to my boyfriend. It had been the first time we have ever fought- and over such little things. It was stupid, really. 

A half an hour later, I made my way into the apartment lobby. All I wanted to do was cuddle with Harry, be wrapped in his arms. Snuggle up to him and hear his heartbeat. I walked up to our door and slowly opened it, preparing a little speech.

I heard Harry in our bedroom, so I started walking towards it.

"Harry, I am sorry. Let's not fight anym-", I stopped talking when I saw what was happening on our bed.

Harry was having sex with another girl.

I should have felt pain. Embarrassment. Hatred. Something. The funny thing was, I didn't. I couldn't feel  thing, in fact.