"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He shouts.

"You know exactly what it means. You don't see us having a future."

"Who said that?"

This is going to be the longest car ride of my entire life.

"You did." I stay calm.

I need to stand up for myself and not let him railroad me.

He looks confused for a second then recovers.

"I heard what you said to Smith, about never wanting to marry me."

"Fuck, of course you did." He sighs.

I stay quiet.

"You already know how I feel about this, I have told you multiple times so why is it that you can't seem to grasp the concept?"

"I just want to know what exactly you see happening between us then?"

"I don't know Tessa, whatever happens will happen."

"That isn't good enough for me." I tell him.

At least we are not yelling anymore.

"Well it has to be because that is what you are getting." He raises his voice.

We weren't yelling...

"You always do this! You say something like that and expect me to just take it and move on. This is my future too, and if there isn't one with you then I need to know now before I waste anymore time with you!" I yell.

"Waste your time? If anyone is wasting their time it's me!" He shouts back as he parks the car.

The second he does, I get out of the car not even waiting for him to turn the ignition off. I hear his boots hitting the concrete after he slams the car door.

"How are you say you are wasting your time!" I turn around.

"Well you certainly aren't! You are just causing problems when there isn't one." He says and we both walk inside the lobby.

Thank goodness the lobby is empty, the last thing we need is an audience.

"I'm not causing a problem, I am trying to talk about our future with you and you think you can just shut it down and not talk about it."

"You think just because you are drunk you can talk to me like that?" He presses the button on the elevator after we step inside.

"I will talk to you anyway that I see fit, just like you do to me." I snap.

I wish I could stand up to him like this when I was sober.

"The dicsussion is over." He walks out of the elevator and I follow him down the hall.

I wait until we get inside to speak again.

"No, it's not. I need to know what you see for us a year from now.. five years from now?"

"I don't know Tess! I haven't thought about it."

Ouch.

"At all?"

"No, I mean sort of. I was thinking the other day that we should go to England soon, but that's about as far in the future as I can go."

"So you are telling me that you have never, not even once thought about our future together, or marriage?"

"What the hell is up with you wanting to talk about marriage all the damn time? Your'e nineteen for god's sake, it's a little suffocating!" He shouts and my stomach turns.

"Suffocating? Really?" I nearly scream.

"Suffocating is when I can't even speak to anyone else without you breathing down my neck! Suffocating?" I repeat.

"Yes! It's actually kind of fucking weird and pyshcotic." He states.

Embarrassment floods through me and I feel the lump in my throat growing.

"Look, all I am saying is that it's way too soon for you to be bringing this shit up." He adds, taking a seat on the couch.

The embarrassment is replaced by anger.

"Too soon? This coming from the guy who had me move in with him after we barely started dating, the same guy who says he can't live without me yet you don't think about our future?"

"You know why I pushed the apartment thing so much." His tone is so neutral and uncaring that I am transported back to my first month in college.

"Wow." Is all I can manage to say.

"That's obviously not why we are still living together, I'm just saying." He shrugs.

"You are always just saying, Harry."

"Why can't you just drop it then?"

"Because.. it sort of hurt my feelings when I heard you say that to Smith. You didn't even hesitate or think about it for a second, you just said no."

"That's what it was.. you were crying weren't you?" He finally realizes.

"Yeah..it was hard to hear you say it, even though I already knew it. I have known it since the moment that we began dating. I have always and will always be more invested in this relationship than you are." I tell him.

It's true though, it has always been this way. Harry dangling the small string of hope in front of me, making me believe that if I just wait a little longer or give him another chance I will be able to reach it, to grab ahold of it and keep it forever when in reality that just isn't going to happen.

"That is complete bullshit and you know it!" He raises his voice once more.

"No! No it's not! I have given up everything for you and given you more chances than you deserve yet you can't see a future with me? It's not fair!"

"You haven't given up shit!" He yells, slamming his fist against the coffee table in front of him. His work binder falls off the table and pages scatter onto the concrete floor.

"Yes I have! And I don't ask much in return, I really don't!"

"Yes you do! You are too needy all the damn time! What do you want Tessa, do you want me to go out and buy a fucking ring and bow down to you asking you to spend the rest of your life with me? Do you want me to tell you I will never leave you and that we will grow old together and have children and live happily ever after? Because I can't fucking do that, nor do I even want to!' He screams.

I knew he wouldn't be happy talking about the situation but a small part of me had hoped that he would tell me I was wrong, that he could see a future with me, even one that didn't include marriage. I had hoped he would at least consider it or make me believe that I wasn't wasting my time.

He is standing emotionless in front of the couch now and the remainder of alcohol in my bloodstream is telling me to slap him across his face, or cry. I cry way too much over him so that isn't an option. Smacking him is not a productive option either.

I thought we were at a different place, at a place that maybe he could listen to me and not say hurtful things just for the sake of saying them. I was obviously wrong.

"All I wanted was you to tell me that you could consider it, that there is a small chance that we could have a future together. I didn't want a ring or a proposal any time soon. I just wanted a promise that you would at least consider doing something for me. You know I have always had a plan for my life, always Harry. You also know that I have shifted and changed my plan according to you, way more than you ever have and it's not okay anymore. There are two people here.. you and I, not only you." I say with as much strength as I can muster.

He doesn't say anything. Not a single word. He just stands there with one hand in his pocket and one laying flat at his side. The only evidence of any emotion is the redness in his cheeks.

"Mr. Vance offered me a job in Seattle." I lie.

"What?" The color drains from his face.

"Would you go with me if I accepted it?"

"When did this happen?" He asks, not answering my question.

"The other day." I continue lying.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"It doesn't matter, you won't come will you?" I can't hold my tears in much longer.

"Say it, go on and answer." I add.

"No, I won't go." He confirms everything I suspected.

"So what are we doing?" I ask, not ready for the answer.

"How did you going to hang out with your professor turn into this?" He groans.

I almost laugh at his audacity. He really just doesn't get it.

"This talk was inevitable. It just happened to come up tonight."

"You don't have to accept the job."

"You are unbelievable."

"Why? Because I don't want to move? We just started a new semester!"

"It has nothing to do with that, you just won't move for me. If it was your career you would expect me to move in an instant. That's what you expect isn't it? That's why you are so careless to discuss the future because your future is the only one you are concerned with. You will live the same and I will just tag along, right?"

"No.."

"Yes, that is exactly it."

"I just don't see the point in moving to Seattle, then moving again next year."

"I already told you I'm not moving to England. I have always wanted to live in Seattle and I want to work in publishing and possibly be an author, you know Seattle is the best place for that."

"It's not only about you."

"It never is."

"I plan to work in publishing too and I don't have a problem doing that in England so why do you?"

"You make no sense at all! You say you haven't thought about our future but you plan on me moving to England with you. Which is it?" I sit down on the chair.

I  must admit I am pretty proud of myself for not hysterically crying and giving in. I should have had another drink or two, then I would really let him have it.

"Both. But now you are just pissing me off. I'm over this pointless fucking conversation. If you still want to pester me about a god damn wedding, then you might as well go because this is me. Take it or leave it, like I said if you don't like it, leave."

Instead of crying, telling him I live here too and he can't just make me leave, I walk out of the room and into the bedroom.

Now that he doesn't care if I am even here or not I regret bringing this up to him. I know it had to be done but now that it didn't go the way I wanted it to, it hurts. It hurts that he doesn't care as much as I do, it hurts that he doesn't love me enough to even consider a future with me, and it hurts that I was stupid enough to think he would change. He always said before that he didn't date so that small...foolish and small part of me thought I could change his mind on marriage too.

I wait a few minutes for him to come into the room, not expecting an apology, but still wanting to see him. This is the root of my problem here. The fact that despite the terrible things he says to me, I still want him to be laying in the bed with me.

I change into my pajamas, get out my nook and read, waiting for him to come in the room. Just as I drift to sleep, I hear the front door slam shut but I am too emotionally exhausted to chase him.

Harry's POV.

Fucking Tessa.

She is so god damn infuriating.

I have no idea where the hell I am going but I needed to get out of that apartment. I can't stand to see her upset but tonight was different, she wasn't upset. She was pissed off and wasn't giving in. No matter what shit I threw at her, she kept on coming. It's the alcohol. it has to be.

Alcohol.

I turn the car around and head back towards Canal Street Tavern, I don't want to go there in case Niall and the group are still there but there is a place close by I used to drink all the time. Gotta love Washington and the dumbasses that never ID college kids.

Tessa's voice plays in my mind, warning me not to drink again after last time but I don't give a shit. She pushed me beyond my limits and I need a drink.

Why the hell didn't she tell me about the job in Seattle? Granted, I knew it was coming because of the way Christian praises Tessa's hard work but I didn't expect it to be this soon.

I'm not moving to Seattle, Liam and his shit advice can fuck off. Just because he wants to follow his girlfriend around doesn't mean that I want to. I can see it now, I pack my shit and move to Seattle with her and two months later she decides she has had enough of my shit and she leaves me. Chances of her staying with me in England are much higher, she won't know anyone but me and everything will be on my terms. She will depend on me for everything, down to directions to get down the street. In Seattle, it will be her world not mine and I could be pushed out of it just as easily as I was brought into it.

When I arrive at the bar, the music is low and there aren't many people inside. A familiar blonde stands behind the bar and greets me with a smile.

"Long time, no see Harry. Miss me?" She grins and licks her full lips, remembering our nights together I am sure.

"Yeah, now give me a drink." I respond.

Tessa's POV.

Memories of the fight with Harry replay before I even open my eyes. Anxiously, I walk into the living room expecting him to be sleeping on the couch, but he isn't. I search the apartment for him but he isn't here, he must have woken up early this morning and left before me. As strange as that would be, I prefer to consider that over the alternative that he simply didn't come home.

I don't have the energy to make a real effort in my appearance today so I pull on a WSU t-shirt and jeans. I am tempted to wear yoga pants just to spite Harry, but I can't find them anywhere. Knowing him he probably hid them or put them in the trunk of his car with his endless supply of t-shirts.

I still can't believe the way last night went down and I hope we can discuss it more civilly today now that I am sober and thinking more clearly. I still want everything that I wanted before but I am willing to see if we can meet in the middle, compromise.

Harry doesn't answer when I try to call him and he hasn't responded to any of my text messages by the time I leave to meet Liam at the coffee house before class. I hope that religion class isn't as awkward as last night's exchange between Harry and Professor Soto.

Liam is sitting at a table when I arrive, he gestures to the two drinks in front of him.

"I already got yours." He smiles and lifts the cardboard cup to me.

"Thank you." The sweet yet bitter taste of the coffee dissolves a little of the sick feeling in my stomach. I still haven't heard from Harry.

"Look at you, looking like a regular college student." Liam teases, pointing at my t-shirt.

"Same to you!" I laugh.

He is wearing a WSU sweatshirt and jeans.

"How was your night after I left? Anything interesting happen?" He asks.

"Uhmm.. well not really." I lie, I don't want to talk about it. Not yet at least.

"Same here, I fell asleep almost right after I got home." Liam tells me and we head to class.

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