Harry's pov
I was so angry. I stomped down the unknown streets of New York.

I stop at a bar and gulp down at least 6 beers.

Cate's pov
I pull on my jacket,seeing the snowflakes falling heavily down.

"HARRY! HARRY?!" I search, hoping i can explain. Just then a hand grabs my waist pulling me against him, his hands are huge around my small body.

"Hi there beautiful.." a voice says, he sounds like a rapist.
"Bye creep." i try to push away from him when someone stumbles past and points at me, "HEY! Get your fucking hands off MY girl!" he says.

Harry. That stumbling idiots was Harry! I have never been happier in my life!

"What are you going to do about it you little pretty boy." The creep says and i turn in an instinct and punch him in the throat and knee him in the crotch.

"Don't you fucking talk to him like that you little mother fucking idiot!" i yell, kicking his body which was curled on the ground holding his private..

I look back at Harry.
Can i get him back?

"Harry...please forgive me..." i plead and he scoffs.

"Please. Harry i love you...in fact i can't stop. I'm sorry." i say and he steps close to me, holding my shoulder, the smell of liquor surrounding him.

"I wish you loved me as much as I did you. but i guess you're just one more slut i can forget about later." he spits and turns around, "I'm going back to London, don't wait up."

I run back to the hotel crying hard.