Bad Days; Good Days

The next day we left the hospital and Harry was driving me home. I decided to leave Brittany's house to live with Harry now. After what happened Harry wanted me to be closer to him. He dropped me off home and started getting only some of my clothes. We were gonna get the rest of my stuff when i started to feel better. I walked to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich because i was hungry. Then Harry walked in with my stuff. He put it on the coach and walked to the kitchen. "Here let me make your sandwich."
"Why? I'm not handicap i didn't break my arms, I could do it myself" i had an attitude and i knew it.
"I'm sorry i just wanted to help" Harry was a little confused but he didn't do anything.
"Well thank you but i don't need help" i said it with a nasty tone.
Harry wasn't sure why i was acting all moody. He had never seen this side of me before which shocked him. He didn't say a word or mumble under his breathe he just took my clothes and put it in the room. Then i sat on the coach and started watching tv until i dozed off.

It was 4 o'clock and Harry woke me up."Hey I have to go to the studio but I'll be back, call me if you need anything."
"Ok but i could take care of myself i don't need any adult super vision " i was being real bitchy for no reason. All he wanted to do was help me.
"Okay well I'm sorry again Bye, I love you." Even when i still was being rude to him he still said that. Then he left.

It was 10 o'clock when he came in and i was on the bed watching tv. "Hello love what did you do the rest of day?" he asked trying to get a conversation going.
"Nothing just watching tv." my sentences weren't that long anymore. I just went right to the point with no descriptions or details.
"What did you watch?" he didn't really care i could tell he just wanted to talk to me. "I don't know a lot of things." i yawned and said "I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed goodnight."
"Goodnight." he said very low were it almost sounded like and american accent.