As I knock on the door my sleeve falls down revealing my already bruised wrist. I quickly pull my sleeve up not wanting to reveal what my husband has done to me. Harry opens the door and doesn’t smile when he see’s it’s me.

‘You shouldn’t be here Samii.’ Harry says flatly.

I look into his eyes and they match Liam’s. Hard and unloving. My heart falls and I grab for him but he takes a step away from me. I try for a second time but this time my sleeves fall down and my bruised wrists are exposed to him. I panic and try to hide them but Harry stops me.

Harry rolls my sleeves back up and looks into my eyes. His are full of confusion and hurt. He gently runs his fingers over my wrists and I wince at the pain.

‘Who did this?’ Harry mumbles.

‘Liam.’ I whisper back.

Harry closes his eyes and drops my arms back down to my sides. He reopens them after a few moments and they are starting to water. ‘I’m sorry Bird.’

The built up anger I wasn't aware I was storing inside me suddenly comes out at the use of my nickname.

‘YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT ANYMORE HARRY. YOU CAN’T JUST PULL ME IN THEN PUSH ME AWAY AGAIN.’ I can’t help but shout and I don’t care who hears.

At my sudden outbreak of anger a tear rolls down Harry’s face and he reaches for me but I step away. ‘Samii please don’t do this now. We have both had a tough night.’ I openly laugh in Harry’s face. He has had a bad night? No.

I turn on the spot and start walking away from him. I think he is calling after me but I’m not sure as my ears are ringing with anger. When I step out in the night the cold air stings my wet cheeks and I close my eyes embracing the night air. The sound of feet hitting the floor starts to sound very distance and my body becomes too heavy to hold up so I let myself fall onto the floor.

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*And if you have a minute, why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything so why don't we go somewhere only we know?*

The song feels comforting to me and I haven't heard it in a long time. I try and think back to the last time I heard it.

*FLASHBACK – Before The Stabbing*
‘Harry?’ I call through the flat but I get no answer. I search through a few rooms until I follow the music and finally find him in the kitchen but I stop at the door not wanting to disturb him.

Harry has got his back to me and is fiddling with some food at the counter, probably making dinner. He is swaying slightly and singing along with the music. I have never heard Harry sing before. His voice was soft and slightly croaky but it was beautiful. He must have sensed someone was watching him because he turned around and smiled at me.

‘I didn’t know I had an audience.’ Harry held his hand out for me and I accepted it. He pulled me in close and started moving me around to the music.

‘Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.’ Harry whispered softly into my ear along with the music as we continued to dance around the kitchen.

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I opened my eyes as the song finished and someone was rubbing the knuckles on my right hand. I took in my surroundings and realized I was laying on a sofa in Harry’s living room. I looked down half expecting to see Harry but instead it was Grace sat on the floor next to me with Niall standing the other side of the room next to Harry watching us closely. I made eye contact with Harry and he smiled at me. Had he put the song on because he remembered or was it just a coincidence?

Grace was crying a little bit and I wiped a stray tear away from her cheek. ‘Why are you crying Grace?’ I mumbled to her as my head was pounding.

‘Don’t do this to yourself Samii. Please.’ Grace was crying a little bit harder now but I didn’t understand what she meant. I sat up so I could speak to her better.

My first thought was to show her my wrists so I pulled my sleeves up. Grace uncovered her face as she felt me move and her face dropped. Niall had also stepped forward to see what I was showing Grace and his face flushed red.

‘Did you do this?’ Niall snarled through gritted teeth after turning to Harry.

Harry put his hands up in innocence and shook his head. Niall turned back around and walked towards me. He gently took my right hand in his and he inspected my wrist closely. He ran his fingers over the circle shaped bruises were Liam’s finger tips were.

‘It was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have messes up tonight. Liam was just trying to stop me from leaving.’ I found myself defending and lying for Liam and I wasn’t sure why.

All three sets of eyes were on me now and I couldn’t bear it any longer so I stood up and started walking towards the living room door. Nobody tried to stop me as I turned right towards the bedroom instead of the front door.

Harry’s bedroom door was already open so I walked straight in and towards the bedside table. I spotted my sparkling rings still in the same position as this morning. I scoop them up; place my engagement ring and wedding ring back onto my finger. My finger instantly feels less bare.

I turn around to walk back out of the door I came through but it’s blocked by Harry. We have a sort of stand off for a few moments with neither of us moving or speaking. His eyes are sad and his whole demeanor looks lost. I want nothing more then to go to him and make him feel wanted but I don’t. I can’t anymore and I was stupid to even think I can be with him again.

I walk towards him so I’m in front of him. I’m about to leave but I have to ask him something first. ‘The song? Why did you play it?’

The corners of Harry’s lips curl up a little bit in a small smile. ‘I was hoping it would bring you back to me but I don’t think it has.’

I break eye contact to look at the ground. I bite my lip hard in an attempt to stop the impending tears. I need to get away from here so I push past Harry and out of the front door.