You kick off your work heels one by one as you close the door behind you, only much harder than you had intended too. You walk further into your boyfriend's London apartment. Your purse drops to the ground and your keys make a loud noise as they are thrown lazily onto the glass table. You round the corner.

"Hey babe, how was work?" Harry questions from the kitchen. You fall head first into his leather couch. Your head lands on a pillow, which you grip tightly. "ARGGGGHH!!!" You scream.

The running water from the kitchen sink suddenly stops and soon you hear the pads of Harry's feet become louder as he approaches.  The couch dips down. "I'm guessing it was not so good."

"Yeah," you sigh, your face still squished into the pillow.

You sit up to see your lovely boyfriend of just a month and a half looking at you with a reassuring smile. He didn't deserve to be with someone like you. Your job was stressful and it took a toll on you.

"Ugh...." your elbows rest on your knees and your hands hold your head  messing up your hair. "I'm sorry. It was really stressful today, and I'm sorry I really just wanted to have a nice dinner with you, and I feel like I should just suck it up and deal with it because I really like you and you're such a good guy and I feel like I'm a shit excuse of a girlfriend and I'm sorry and—" you can't even talk anymore and your emotions have taken over your body.

Harry's large hand rubs your back with affection. You look up into his pale green eyes. "I'm— I'm really really— sorry." You choke on your words and quickly swipe your backhand across your face feeling a tear run down your cheek.

"Are you crying?" Harry asks softly.

"No, no. It's probably just a piece of pillow or a twig... or my contacts."

"You wear contacts?" Harry raises his eyebrows.

"No." You reply.

"Which is exactly why I'm crying." You say to your self sarcastically. You softly laugh at your idiotic self.

"Alright well let's eat cause I made the best meal you'll ever taste." Harry smile and grabs hold of your hands pulling you off the couch.

"Oh yeah? What?"

"My famous peanut butter sandwich."

"Mmmmmm," you and Harry both laugh as he sits you down at the dining table set with candles and peanut butter sandwiches.

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