Eve POV

It's the weekend now and I feel gross. 

I think my period is coming and I don't want it to. 

I'm in the kitchen now, cleaning up the dishes from lunch and breakfast. Harry walks into the room, on his phone talking to someone. A smile is on his mouth and he's laughing. I think he's talking to Liam. 

"Yeah, I'll uh, talk to you later," He says. "Yeah, bye Sandra," 

Sandra? Who's Sandra.

"Eve," Harry says. My eyes look back over to him.

"Harold," I say.

"Why do I have to keep telling you not to clean?" His eyes meet mine. I slowly turn off the sink and dry my hands.

"They were just sitting there in the sink," I say, my voice getting defensive.

"Because Rose is coming over in a half in hour to clean, as you know," He says. His voice sounds annoyed with me.

"Well, I'm done now. That's the only thing I've done," I tell Harry.

"So, I heard the washer machine on because ghosts are here?" His eyebrow raises at me.

"So, who's Sandra?" I change the topic.

"An old friend of mine," Harry says. "Anyways, stop cleaning," He switches the conversation back to it's pain point while giving me a small smile with squinted eyes, which makes my eyebrows furrow.

"K," I say. 

"You've been drying your hands for five minutes now," Harry brings up which causes me to stop my actions. 

"And?" I ask. 

"Your hands are already dry, you don't need to keep on drying them," He tells me.

"Good to know," I put the towel down on the counter top. My eyes look at the towel that's unfolded and it bothers me. I fold the towel and smile to myself. I look back to Harry who's staring at me. "I saw there is a list of food we need on the fridge, I can go get them," I say, changing the topic again.

"Anna goes every Monday, as you already know," His green eyes look into mine.

"I know, but I'm free now. I can go," I say.

"I pay someone to do it. I don't need you to do her job," His voice lowers. 

"Is there anything I can do?" I ask with a shrug.

"Yes, plenty of things. Anything you please, besides chores," Harry says, I bite my lip at his words.

"Can we like negotiate that?" I ask. 

"Why?"

"Because I want to do some chores, but you yell at me when I do," 

"Yes, because I pay someone to do those things," His voice raises slightly.

"But you don't need to pay someone to go food shopping when I can go food shop," 

"I don't want you to food shop, Eve. We have had this all figured out; we have for nearly three years now. What's the sudden change?"

"I just want to do something," I murmur. "Anyways, Kris invited me to go our for dinner at six," I bring up before I forget.

"Try not to get drunk this time, yeah?" My eyes sting at his words. 

"Why do you have to be a douche?" I ask, my voice deepening.

"What? It was a joke," He says. My eyes narrow at him.

"It didn't sound funny," I say, my voice turns tense.

"Well, I thought it was funny," He mumbles to himself. 

"Yeah, okay," I roll my eyes. 

"You really do put me in a bad mood," Harry says. "It's like whenever I talk to you, you give me a headache. I can't even joke with you now because you turn into a hard ass," 

"That wasn't a joke, you didn't even laugh when you said it," I say defensively. 

"I didn't know I needed to laugh at my own joke," His eyes roll. 

"Whatever," I mumble. 

"What time will you be back?" He asks me. 

"I don't know, what time did you want me to be home?" My eyes glare back at Harry who looks annoyed with me.

"Try not to make it past ten," 

"Ha, ha, so funny," I say with a regular voice. His head shakes and his hand runs through his hair. Harry's mouth opens then closes. "What? Say it," 

"No," He says, dismissing the conversation that is slowly turning into an argument. "I'll be upstairs if you need me," 

"You can't just look like you want to say something then don't," I scoff.

"Lately you just don't make me happy, Eve," Harry blurts out. "I don't know if it's because we've been arguing his past week or what, but you've been just annoying me," My eyes sting again and I bite my quivering lip. "You're just so different lately, and I don't know why. I don't know if it's me or you, but I sometimes don't even want to talk to you," 

"Do you not love me anymore?" I ask timidly.

"I love you, I just get annoyed by the things you do. I hate going back and forth about the fucking chores. You know Rose does the dishes and laundry but you still do it. It was fine in the beginning but now it's just too much. I shouldn't have to tell you to stop cleaning everyday. If you need medicine for your possible real OCD then get medicine for it,"

"I don't need medicine, and I don't have real OCD," I say quickly.

"You were drying your hands for five minutes, you were fixing my bowl last week during breakfast because it wasn't even, you just folded a towel on the counter because it wasn't neat, you spent ten minutes yesterday fixing pillows," Harry lists.

"And? I just like to be neat," 

"No, you have a problem," Harry says. "And it doesn't help that you can't see it," 

"That's why you hate me now?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. 

"I didn't say that I hate you," He says defensively. "I said lately you haven't been making me happy like you used to," My eyes break away from his, and I lick my lips and bite down. 

"Is that your way you don't want to be with me anymore?" I ask. 

"No, I-" He pauses. His hand runs through his brown hair that just got cut, and my eyes begin to water the more he doesn't answer. "I just don't know what's different between us. It might be that we can't start a conversation without arguing,"

We did argue last night about something stupid. I don't even remember what we were arguing about if I'm being honest.

"So, now what?" I ask with a confused look. 

"I don't know," Harry says with a slight shrug. His eyes look back into mine but I look away. 

"Did you want to go on another break?" 

"No," He answers.

"Then what? You're not even saying what I do to annoy you besides my fidget issues," I say defensively.

"It's not fidget issues Eve, they're real issues that you're ignoring," His voice deepens. "I can't put my finger on what is annoying me, you just do,"

"Saying my fidget issues annoy you is like me saying your control issues annoy me, which they sometimes do but I don't say anything," I say.

"We shouldn't be annoying each other, that's what am I saying," His voice raises causing me to go silent.

"So, you want to break up?" I finally ask him.

"No," He says.

"Then what do you want from me?" I ask with a raised voice. "You don't want a break, you don't want to break up, what else is there?" 

"Do you want to break up?" Harry asks me with a questionable voice. 

"No, I didn't think I annoyed you so much. I know I have certain things that bug people but I didn't think you weren't happy," I explain briefly.

"Don't you think that's a problem that we can't tell if the other person is unhappy?" He asks me. 

"Probably," I say. "But you're not saying what you want to do to fix us, if you wanted to at all," 

"I didn't know I had to have a full plan off the top of my head," His green eyes narrow at me.

"And you expect me to now?" I ask. Harry shrugs at my words and rolls his eyes. 

"Just forget I said anything, Eve," He says through a loud huff.

"No, you have a problem with us and we need to talk about it," My voice raises the more the conversation goes on.

"You're raising your voice like you don't want to talk about it," He fires back.

"Because you're just pushing it away like always," I snap. "Whenever we fight or argue you always push it away or some shit and we never get anything figured out,"

"Well, excuse me for not liking to argue," His eyes widen at me. 

"And I do?" I ask. "Just because my ex boyfriend is a fucking lunatic who argued you with me all the time doesn't mean I like to argue," I say defensively. "Do you want to ask me if I like being hit too?" I ask Harry with a scoff.

"I didn't mean it like that, oh my god," Harry says with a raised voice. 

"That's what it sounded like to me," I say honestly.

"Well clean your ears or get hearing aids because I never said anything about John," He tells me with a deep, angry voice.

I bite down on my jaw and remain silent. My hand runs through my hair and I let out a deep breath. "What do you want from me Harry?" I ask. "You're not saying what you want or that's making you unhappy and I don't know what to do to make you happy," 

"I just said I don't know what you're doing that's making me unhappy," Harry says with a tense voice and wide eyes.

"Fine," I say. "Then we're broken up," 

I leave the kitchen and head to the foyer where my shoes are. Harry is calling my name behind me but I ignore him. I slip on my converse and look up and see he's standing in front of the door. I grab my keys on the table and put them into my pocket.

Avery is with Mason now. He wanted to watch her for a bit and hang out.

"Eve, just-"

"No, I'm making you unhappy, right?" I ask rhetorically. "I don't want to be with you if I'm just annoying you everyday," 

"I'm not letting you leave," Harry says casually. I reach for the door handle but he steps in front of it. 

"Let me leave," I say in a growl.

"No," His eyes look into mine. 

"We're not in a relationship anymore, Harry. Let me leave!" I shout. His eyes turn glossy by my words. He keeps looking at me and I eventually leave the house, slamming the door behind me.

A://N

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