"Li-Liam! He- cheated on me," You say, breaking down all over again. "He cheated on me, Harry! With Danielle!" You yell.
"Sh, love, it's alright. Tell me what happened."
You sniffle, collecting yourself before starting. "We got in a fight in his car and I got out and left and went to Louis' flat and then Liam comes in drunk off his ass telling me he slept with Danielle. How could he do that Harry? He said he loved me! I loved him! Then he goes and-and"
"Shhh. It's okay, Y/N. I'm sure he has a perfectly good explanation. Its gonna be okay shhh." He says, pulling you to him. By now, you were crying onto his chest while he stoked your hair. "Come on. Let's go back to my flat," He says, leading you to his car.
You get in his car and you bring your knees up to your stomach turning away from him and looking out the window.
"Harry?" You ask after a while of not speaking.
"Hmm?" He says, glancing at you.
"Do you really think that there's a good reason for all of this?" You ask him, desperate for an explanation.
"Of course, Y/N. Liam loves you. You're his whole life. I'm sure this is all going to get sorted out," Harry says as you start drifting to sleep.
You wake up the next morning in Harry's bed.
You get out of bed and brush your hair into ponytail.
After that, you wash your face and take last nights hoodie off so you were left in a tank top and shorts.
You walked downstairs to see Harry making breakfast. "Morning love," He says, flipping pancakes as you sit down at the table.
"Hey...where'd you sleep last night?" You asked him putting some food on a plate.
"Uh in my bed? Remember we were making out and ya know...?" He asks, looking at you confused.
You choke on the pancake that you have in your mouth. "What?!" You as he starts cracking up. "That wasn't funny," You scold him, throwing bacon at him.
"Yes it was! You should of seen your face!" He says dying of laughter. "No but really," He starts after his laughing fit. "I slept on the couch. I carried you up to my room and slept on couch. You were a complete mess, love. But now, you're looking beautiful as ever. " He says, throwing you a wink and sitting on the chair next to you.
You smile at his adorable attempt to cheer you up. "Thanks, Harry, but Liam obviously is over it, otherwise he wouldn't of slept with that slut," You say, eating.
"Oh come on don't say that. He loves you and you know that. It was just a mistake that most likely didn't mean anything to him. You know you're going to have to talk to him sooner or later," He says.
"I choose...never. I'm serious, Harry. I'm going to go by our flat today and take my stuff then I'll just go to my parents house. Its either you're supporting me or you're not." You tell him, putting your empty plate in the sink.
"Y/N, you know I'll support your decision, but please at least talk to him about this. And if you want to leave after that, you don't have to fly all the way back to your parents, just stay with me. You're more than welcome to come to stay here," Harry says following my actions and sitting next to you on the couch in the living room.
"Nope. I will not talk to him. I refuse. You don't get it Harry. I was expecting him to walk in that door last night and say 'I love you' or 'I'm sorry' not 'I fucked Danielle'." You tell him, starting to tear up.
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