SO THE STORY GOES
~* So it goes unsaid that we've been here before lonely nights and endless fights and sleeping on the floor.*~
Harry heard him come in. He heard the whispered curses and smelt the flowery perfume. He saw him come into the bedroom for a change of clothes. That's when the fighting begins. Again. The fighting never seems to stop. Harry got sick of listening to the excuses. He was choking on the perfume.
"Just go and sleep in the living room Emmett."
"No. If you don't want to sleep in the same room as me you go."
"Fine. I will." Harry grabbed his blankets ans headed to the living room and created a bed on the floor.
~*And he's sorry, so the story goes.*~
"Harry, babe. C'mon wake up." Emmett shook him awake.
"What? Emmett I'm sick of fighting." Harry said brokenly.
"I know. I made breakfast and got you some flowers. Babe, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."
~*It's read and replayed and ends the same way.*~
Once again Emmett was late. Harry knew where he was. He knew he'd come in late and whisper curses when he saw the lights off. Knew he'd smell the flowery perfume and they'd fight again. It's a story that always ends the same way. Harry knew he was a fool every time he accepted the apology.
~* Stop expecting change, he's just a lost cause that your waiting on .*~
That night when Emmett came in the lights were on. He saw Harry sitting at the table and knew something he wasn't going to like.
"Harry." He started before he was cut off.
"No. I won't talk to you while you smell like her. Go take a shower." He stated so calmly. So different than all the other nights.
When Emmett came out of his shower,. Harry wasn't there. Than he knew. He wouldn't see Harry again. Harry had finally left him. Finally had enough of what he dished out. Finally was done waiting for everything he promised.