"You two would marry each other?" Dan asked.
"That's what I plan on happening." Harry admitted.
I don't get it. He's afraid to admit we somewhat had sex to the boys, yet practically tells everyone he wants to marry me? What? "My arse hurts." I whined.
"I sat on it too long--"
"We had sex."
I stared at Harry. "What the hell?! I seriously don't understand you at all!"
"Wait, what's going on?"
"It's nothing." I sighed.
I sighed again, spacing out. He just makes no sense. He doesn't want to say anything, then he says everything.
I sighed, standing up. "You, me, my bedroom." He grinned. "To talk, you asshole."
I walked out, getting in the back of the van, sitting by myself.
Hopping out of the van, I grabbed Harry's collar, dragging him to my room, closing and locking the door. I ran my hand through my hair furiously, pacing back and forth.
"Niall, what is up your ass?"
Does he seriously not get it? "Certainly not your dick, for a long time."
"What did I do?!"
"You're fucking confusing me! This morning at breakfast, it was like you were embarrassed about being with me. Then at the interview, you're telling the world!"
I growled, gripping my hair. "You fuckin ignored the whole thing. I lied about why my arse hurts, why I know your dick is so fuckin big. They asked if we had sex, and you said no right away. You said it so fast, you cut him off in his sentence, like you were ashamed! Then you just shouted to the world saying that we had sex so then the lads knew I was lying! God damn Harry, do you even know if you love me?!"
Suddenly, my back was against the wall, with Harry pinning me there, growling. "You can say whatever you want about me, but do not question my love for you! I know I love you, a lot. Don't. Question. It."
His hand moved from my shoulder to my throat and my eyes widened. The door slammed open, Liam and Zayn standing there as Harry started tightening his grip on my throat.
"Help." I strained.
Liam and Zayn attacked Harry, who instantly let go. I choked, staring in his eyes. Completely black. Slowly, his eyes went normal. I fell to my knees, taking deep breaths.
"What just happened?"
"You just almost killed your boyfriend."
He looked at my neck, frowning. "I... I was choking you?"
I nodded. "I don't know what happened," cough. "But if this is going to be an abusive relationship..." He shook his head. "Your eyes were completely black. You had me pinned against the wall, choking me."
"Then just don't make me mad."
Wait what? "I can't let you be mad, but you can let me be mad?!" I growled, tackling him to the ground.
"Niall, calm down!"
"No! This fucker just tried to kill me and blamed it on me! What, am I just supposed to do everything he commands so that he won't get mad?! That's like being a slave! I'd rather die than be treated like that! So go ahead, Harold. You already started choking me to death, why not finish?!"
Tears streamed down my face as I fell onto my side, curling into a ball. Wait... I crawled over to him, sniffing. "You're drunk." I hissed. "You're one of those damn drunk abuse boyfriends." I sighed. "Get me when you're sober, asshole. And you better remember what happened, cause I'm not telling you again." I got up, walking into Liams room. I laid on his bed, closing my eyes, falling asleep.
I can't believe him. I walked through the all-too familiar park, sighing.
"Niall, wait up!"
"Great, my drunk abusive boyfriend is here." I muttered.
"I'm sober, Niall. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. If I hurt you while I'm drunk, I won't drink anymore. I don't want to lose you. It's just, I was confused, and I got jealous when you said about marrying a girl. But when I saw how hurt you were, I just wanted you to be happy again. I'm sorry..." I looked over at Harry, seeing tears fall down his face. "I really don't want to lose you." He cracked.
"How much do you love me?"
"Wake up and I will."