this wasn’t a normal spat between you two. when harry had come home late smelling of alcohol and cheap perfume, you didn’t know what to do. what had started as you trying to figure out where your boyfriend was now turned into an argument about his loyalty and how he thinks you’re overbearing. you sit on your couch listening to him spat out words you’ve only heard in the depths of overthinking.

“you care too much! why do i always have to you up my ass constantly? it’s my life. you’re worse than my mother.”