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Harry's POV.

Sat on the sofa, flicking between channels, I was just waiting for you to get home. The moment you did, I wish you hadn't come home at all.

You were furious, accusing me of cheating. With Tom of all people! I don't even know what put the stupid idea in your head it's so ridiculous! Haven't I told you every day, for 9 years that I love you? Almost a decade of our relationship, and its doubted in a second by a stupid idea.

"Just answer me one thing Harry, why did you do it? To me? To Dan? How can you even live with yourself?"

"Your crazy Doug! Nothing. Happened. What can I do to make you believe that?" I move closer to you, and try to wrap my arms around you, but you just shake me off.

"Don't touch me. You cheated, and now you're lying to my face. Just, leave." He shouted at me.

"What? So that's it? No proof, no chance to defend myself? That's it is it, don't? Nine years, over. Its like I don't even know you Doug. What's happened to you?"
Your cheeks were flushed with anger as angry words were spat back and forth between us. I hated fighting with you. It was the first we'd had since we married.
"You don't even love me do you?" you shout in my face.
"Right now? I'm asking myself why I do." I shout back, ignoring the voice in my head that told me to shut up and make everything better, I was just so mad!
"You know what? I don't even care if you did cheat I still want a divorce. How could I spend my life with a pig like you?" your words cut me like a knife, and my breath hitches in my throat as your eyes widen in surprise at your own words. I didn't know where this had come from. How could he think I would ever have an affair? And with Tom? He's married to one of my best friends, hell Tom is one of my best friends!
"Well lucky you. I guess you get what you want then. As usual. I'll go, and for the record, I would never cheat. But I guess that doesn't even matter to you does it?" I pull of my wedding ring and throw it at your feet, as my heart breaks at the thought of loosing you. Tears fall from both of our eyes, clouded by anger. I turn towards the door.
"Good. Leave. Run away as usual," you retort.
"You're throwing me out" I whirl around to face you "you want to split, remember? You stupid paranoid idiot. It's all in your head!" my voice creeps louder, I wish I could stop myself spitting the horrible words at you, but your being so infuriating.
"So now I'm crazy too? Well that's rich" you step closer to me, glowering into my eyes.
"I'm going. Happy? Now you can stop having to make crazy stories up in your head about me cheating to have me out of you life."
"Good! Get out of my face" you shout back, backing me towards the door, which I open and take a step out of before turning to face you.
"Goodbye Dougie."
He acted as if I hadn't spoken.

(Three weeks later)

I walk slowly towards the door, bags in my hand, it's taking all I have to keep walking away from you, from our home; but this is what you want, I can't hold on to you. I don't know what's made you think ive done all these things, but I know there's nothing that can change your mind.
I can feel you watching me from the other side of the room, but I can't turn to look at your face, at the anger in your eyes. This is officially the worst day of my life.
Then I hear your voice, a hoarse whisper.
"Don't leave."
It's the first thing you've said since I walked in, since the argument. Since the break up.
I didn't mean to say those things I swear I didn't.

But I did, and now how can I convince you I didn't mean them? I can't. They're out of my mouth; this is out of my hands. But what right did you have to say all of those things to me?
It was the heat of the moment, my temper, you've always said it gets the best of me, well now it's lost me the best of me. You. You were the best of me, and my anger made me loose you.

What you're accusing me of is totally insane, but I shouldn't have risen to it like that, you didn't deserve it.

"Don't leave."

It had been three weeks, I had been staying at Tom and Danny's but I needed to come back for my things. It's the first time I've seen you. No mater how many years we've been together, those three weeks have seemed longer; I can't believe this is how my life is going to be like from now on.

I'm a mess, I can't remember the last time I shaved, or ate, or slept for that matter. I feel ill. I want everything back to how it was. I want you to take me back.

You don't look much better, deep crescents under your eyes from lack of sleep, the house is a mess, and I just want to make everything right for you.

I turn slowly; did I really hear you speak? Or did I imagine it, because I wanted to hear the words so badly?
Your blue eyes stare right through my soul, I feel bare in front of you, begging for everything to be back to normal.
"Please, Harry, don't leave me" your voice breaks as you reach out from the other side of the room to where I stand, bags in my hand after you ordered me to leave.
"I didn't mean it; I don't want you to go. I want you here, with me. I was wrong; of course you'd never cheat! And with Tom? I don't even know why I thought it, I was just jealous of all the time you spent together" you never break eye contact as my bags are dropped to the floor and I rush to pull you into my arms. I fight tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," we both mumble into each other's ears over and over, "I really didn't mean to say those things, I love you Doug. Always have. Always will. I'm sorry." I kiss you softly before pulling you even closer.
"I know, I know you didn't mean it, and I didn't mean anything I said, I pushed you until you snapped. Of course you'd never cheat! You know I'll always love you, I promised right? For richer, for poorer. Sickness and health and all that. Oh my God! I need to apologise to Tom!" I can feel you tense again in my arms.
"We were both idiots, but I promise I'll never do or say anything like that again, for as long as we both shall live right? And don't worry about Tom, he was never angry with you in the first place, more scared that you'd lost your mind actually" we laugh lightly your body feels so natural against mine.
"Right. Now get those bloody bags unpacked! And; you'll need this back" you shuffle something out of your pocket. My ring.
I push it back on as quick as possible, the weight of it was amazing after the weeks if my hand feeling strange and light.
"You've carried it round all this time?" my voice finally broke.
"I couldn't leave it, it was like admitting what had happened" you shrug, embarrassed.
I can't put my feelings into words, so I just pull your hand towards my bags and then back towards our bedroom.
"Come on, I'm coming home" and this time, I let the tear slide down my cheek, to be brushed away softly by the back of the soft hand that I held tightly in my own.
That I didn't plan on letting go of any time soon.

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