How...how could he? He wouldn't do that though...right? I mean after everything that we have been through, I thought that we were in this shit together? I though as I was looking at the pictures that my sister took of Harry hanging out with some guy. I met Liam and Ed before, but they weren't the ones in the photo. Then there was the incident where Harry hid whatever he was looking at on his laptop yesterday. We didn't go out that night actually. I was too busy trying to figure out what he was looking at, but he wouldn't tell me and I couldn't figure out his password.

We actually got into a fight about it again yesterday. This is our first actual fight that didn't end with cuddles or kisses. He slept in the bedroom downstairs while I stayed in our shared bedroom. I didn't even spare him a glance this morning. We were just giving each other the silent treatment. Which was killing me very slowly. I just wanted to know what he was hiding from me on that computer...and who that guy was. I'm not saying that I'm completely believing what my sister's told me and showed me, but it's not a crime to be assured that nothing is going on.

I was getting ready for class and I was just trying to figure out how I can do a class when I'm currently arguing with my partner. We freaking share a class together! How are we going to teach together when we aren't talking. It made me a little frustrated, but I knew that I couldn't miss today just because of giving my boyfriend the silent treatment.

I grabbed my briefcase, helmet, and gloves. I walked out of the house, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and got onto my motorcycle. I put on my helmet and I slipped my gloves in before I started to head to work. Harry was already gone, but I wasn't going to be late anyways.

I just couldn't stop thinking about our fight and I just couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Like, if he has nothing to hide, then he could just tell me what the fuck is going on. I don't like secrets. I strongly believe that secrets ruin relationships. Surprises are a different thing though. Surprises are nice to have, but secrets aren't. I just see secrets as another form of lying. I don't like to think of Harry as a nasty liar, but with my mental situation already fucking me up, I can't help but think that. Maybe if I just ask him if there anything fishy going on. He's an awful liar anyways, so if I ask him straight up, then I'll know if I'm okay or not.

I park in the schools parking lot right next to Harry's spot. We have these spots under our names, so there's no avoiding each other here. I get off of my bike and I lock it. I take off my helmet and I walk inside of the school. Which I wish that I just stayed home instead because I see my boyfriend of one year, having a nice chat with another teacher that's attending here. I'm the mad jealous type, okay! I don't like other people being so close to my man. Even if we're in a fight.

"Mr. Styles!" I shout and Harry looked at me. "Don't we have classes to get ready for?" I asked rhetorically. He continues to look at me and I looked pretty annoyed already. "Be there in a minute." "I didn't ask for a minute, did I? Come on!" I then frustratingly shout and he looked shocked by it. However, the expression soon turned to anger. "Last time that I checked Mr. Tomlinson, you aren't the boss of me, are you? Do you pay me? Because if you do, then I have a shit ton of questions in my head." I stayed smiled and she made a 'tch' sound.

"That's what I thought. Now I am allowed to make friends with co-workers, but nothing more than friends. I'm a loyal lover thank you very much," he states and I just glared before I frustratingly walked away and I walked to our freaking classroom alone. "How fucking dare he? He thinks he has the right to talk to me like that even after all of the shit that he's done these past two days..." I whisper to myself.

Maybe he's seeing what wee seeing finally. Maybe he's seeing your true worth in this world. You know, he can go so far without you holding him back. He'll probably be singing his ass off if you were out of his life. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Harry saw who I was when we first met. You know that." He was just a blind bloke who hit a certain phase in life. You saw him in those photos. That guy was looking pretty good and Harry seemed to look really happy.

"We still don't know what's going on, so if you don't have any ideas, then shut up," I growled and I put the key into the lock. I opened the door, and walked to my desk. I put my helmet underneath my desk and I put my briefcase to the side. I oped the big flap and I took out my laptop. It was a good time for a little distraction...

...

"Now what the hell was that all about?" I looked up from my grading and I saw Harry sitting at his desk. "Oh? Your done talking to your crush already?" I asked rhetorically. "I can make fucking friends here Louis! I don't have to only talk to you every fucking day! I can have others to speak to if I choose to."

"Oh and Mr. Millard is a good way to go?" "Yes! He's fucking married and he has twins on the god damn way! I'm fucking dating you! I don't give a shit as to how you're seeing me right now, but I am no cheater. I can say that for damn sure. I also don't appreciate you yelling at me like as if I was some kid who didn't do their fucking homework! Because unlike you, I get my shit done way before the due day comes. Finished grading my portion last night and I have the new lesson planned already. What have you done?"

"Are you calling me a fucking slacker?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. He glared at me some more before he just looked ahead. "You know what? I'm not dealing with this at work. Personal shit are officially out the door. You can be snappy if you want to. I have a class to get ready to greet in a few, so have fun," he tells me, getting up and walking to the class door, opening it. He stood in the hall and I groaned before I looked back at the assignments that still needed grading.

I went through each paper and I graded them as quickly as I can. I finished them within 15 minutes and I was putting their grade at the top and into our grading system. "Hello Mr. Tomlinson," I heard a petite voice say and I looked up from my work and saw one of our female students at my desk. "Hello Ms. Davidson, what is it that you need?" I asked. "Oh it's nothing. I just wanted to say hi and I hope that you're doing okay." "I'm doing just fine dear, thanks for your consensus. Now go ahead and take your seat. Class will start in a few," I tell her and she nodded her head and walked away from my desk. I finished up my gradings when Harry closed the door and our first class that had 15 people were patiently waiting for the class to begin.

We started it off by passing out their assignment from yesterday that was for a grade and we talked about the new lesson for today.

....

God the freaking tension thought the entire day was unbearable. If you know me, you would know that I hate awkward tension. I always try to avoid it, but it's a bit hard to avoid someone like your lover. However, I really wished that I was able to do that because when we got back home, the arguing continued. "Now we can talk about today," Harry said when we both walked into the living room. "All that I have to fucking say to you is that you're a unfaithful asshole." No he isn't. "No the fuck I'm not! If I were to cheat on you, would you actually believe that I would hurt you like this? Hurt you at all even!?"

"And what made you think that I can believe you! If nothing is fucking going on, then just tell me what you were looking at! Who the fuck have you been seeing?!" "No one fucking important! You have no fucking right to fucking embarrass me in front of fucking co-workers just because of what is happening within this house!" "Is it my fault?! You seem to be all smiles and laughter while you two were talking?!" "I can't fucking smile with other people without your mind immediately going to fucking cheating!? You know what, fuck off!" He shouts and he storms away from me. "You wanted to fucking talk when we get home, but now you fucking don't?! Make up your fucking mind!" I shout after him.

"Don't want to talk to a person who's talking some major bullshit!" He shouts back and I just huffed, walking to our bedroom. I slammed the door and got on my phone. I went to Lottie's contact and I started to text her about Harry.

Me: He might be cheating on me Lottie...I don't know for sure if he is or not, because it's still my Hazza that I'm thinking about. He loves me and I love him. We promised to never pull something on each other that would would the other person. He promised so much to me, so I really don't think that he has what it takes to hurt me.

Lottie: Okay, fair. Did he tell you what he's been up to though?

Me: No, but I really don't know what to think anymore. Everything is getting so toxic, and I'm scared to be left heartbroken and so lost. He made me so happy, and I can never see him harming me in any way...

Lottie: He's hurting you right now big brother. You need to get away from him before he hurts you. It may leave you heartbroken, but it's best for you to get away from it before it comes to you. Because he will hurt you even more. He might even do it openly right in front of your face. I don't want you to be with some prick for the rest of your life. Just get away from him big brother.

Me: I really don't have the heart to do that Lottie. I don't think he head the heart to do it either. If he did, then he would've done it already. He hates dragging stuff on. I know that about him for sure.

Lottie: If he really hates dragging things on, then he would've told you what the fuck he was doing before you guys got even worse. Like you've said before. If he had nothing to hide, then he should just tell you what's happening. He's just playing with your emotions at this point Louis. If you don't listen to me right now, then something awful is going to happen to you. I know that your dad and I know that you're going through deep depression, but I will comfort you along the way. I promise.

Me: Don't fucking say that shit to me. I want to hear nothing about God damn promises from you. You know what? I'm not going to listen to you. I just know that Harry and I are going to be just fine.

Lottie: If you think that's the case. Don't listen to me if you want to. It's going to leave you in a bad spot at the end.

I looked at her text and I thought about what was going on. What if she is right for once? Maybe I'm just too blind to even see what he's really doing?

No! It's Harry! He's just a bit stubborn to just admit some things. Even with me. It's something that we both share in common actually. There are some things that I am willing to confess to him, but I am not the type to admit when I'm wrong.

I just hope that I'm right about my thoughts on him...
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