The notebook plays on the tv as I’m sat against the back of the sofa, your head rests on my shoulder. I’m barely paying attention to the movie while I scroll through my instagram feed on my phone.

A picture of Niall — my best friend — pops up and I see your name under it, you liked his picture. You and I hang out with him often, you have somewhat of a friendship with Niall through me. I don’t care. You like a lot of his pictures and it pisses me off to no end, I don’t want my girlfriend liking my best friends selfies Anger and jealousy bubbles in my chest.

My knuckles turn white as my grip on my phone tightens. I slam my phone down onto the armrest of the sofa, a frustrated sigh escapes my lips.

“You liked Niall’s picture.” I state, the words roll off my tongue before I can even blink.

“…Okay? And?” you reply, confusion in your tone as your head still rests against my shoulder.

“You like everything he posts on instagram,” I growl, causing you to lift your head from my shoulder. “Of course you liked it. Always him.”

Your tone matches mine, brows furrowing as you create distance between us on the sofa. “What the fuck are you on about, Harry?”

“I bet if he posted one shirtless you’d like that one too, yeah?” my tone bitter, green eyes blazing into yours. “Want me to start liking every girls selfie I see? Would that feel good to you?”