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Two months after Harry's violent encounter with Niall, Y/n and Harry have been working on Harry's temper. It wasn't going so well, still coming home with bloody hands, cut knuckles, and covered in sweat. He was growing more frustrated with himself as time went on. He's tried so hard to walk away from a situation that got him angry, but right as he'd walk away, every part of his body would go into fury and all he did from then on seemed out of his control. Y/n was always disappointed, but always stayed with him and defended him in any way that she could. She had never given up on him, not even for a second.
"You're a peach" she'd always say, with the cutest fucking smile he's ever seen in his life, "I'll always love you, you just have to get through this."
And oh, how badly did he want to. Not even just for Y/n, but for himself.
"Just a bit more scotch," Harry grumbles to the bartender, sliding his glass toward him.
He hasn't been drinking much, in fact, he really isn't a big drinker, to begin with. He only goes to bars when the guys ask him to. Of course, since Y/n wasn't planned to be coming back from her sister's for a couple more hours, he agreed.
"Yo, guys, look at that bird," Zayn says, grabbing the boys' attention to a tall, slender blonde woman across the room.
The boys whistle, but Harry just simply turned his attention back to his refilled scotch. Other girls didn't phase him, they didn't do anything for him. Y/n is the only woman he's ever loved, even looking at another woman didn't feel right to him.
He sips on his drink as the boys are encouraging Zayn to approach her. Harry scoffs lightly, quickly diverting his attention to the vibrating phone in his back pocket. Quickly sliding it out, he sees Y/n's name with a "Just left. See you soon, my love xx." He smiles, immediately texting back saying that he'll be waiting for her and how much he's missed her.
It had only been three days without Y/n, but he misses her terribly. He'd spent nearly everyday comforted in her company for two years. He misses how he is with her, so delicate and true. She's the only person to bring that out of him, how could he not miss that? How could he not miss the only person that brings out the best of him?
