𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝕭'𝖘 𝖌𝖋

also,, full on angst with 29. “I’ve never been good at keeping promises.” + 26. “Will you ever forgive me?” with mob!haz please?😌💕 - @soft-haz

Thank you for your requests and I’m so sorry it took me so long, love @soft-haz. I’ll do your other one as soon as I can, I promise! I hope you like it, I’m still a little rusty (sorry :( )

You sighed in frustration, tapping your foot in perfect sync with the ticking of the clock on the wall. He was supposed to be home hours ago, and yet here you were, hour nearing two am, the dinner you’d spent hours making, Harrison’s favorite, had long since gone cold on the dining room table and your heart grew cold with it. Unshed tears lined the bases of your eyes, your jaw tensed in aggravation.

It was another fifteen minutes before you heard the door open then close, Monty, taking off in the direction of the sound while growling. You could hear him shush the dog quietly, whispering to him that he ‘didn’t want to wake mummy up’ and you scowled. It was the deep kind of scowl that you could feel on your face and in your heart. It wasn’t until he entered the living room that he realized you were awake, pale blue eyes meeting yours before widening.

“Hey, angel.” He breathed, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“Oh don’t you dare start that shit with me.” You growled, standing from the couch. Even though you were a good foot shorter than your boyfriend, he took a step backward, trying to put more distance between the two of you.

“I got a little busy at the office, darling. You know how it goes.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, the first tear slipping down your cheek. “I do know how it goes. But you know what else I know? I know that lately, you make me feel like complete and utter shit. You don’t treat me like I matter to you anymore, much less like I’m a priority to you. God, Harrison, you PROMISED you would be home for dinner! I haven’t seen you for longer than twenty minutes in weeks! You fucking promised!” You cried out, swiping furiously at the tears on your cheeks.

“Darling…you know that I’ve never been good at keeping promises.” He sighed, avoiding your eyes with his own. You clenched your jaw and your fists, resisting the urge to lash out the way you wanted to. You wanted to make him leave. You wanted him to tell him to sleep in his office since he loved running the fucking mob so much, but you resisted, knowing that it wouldn’t be wise to purposely upset a mobster.

“Harrison…I honestly don’t even know what to say to you anymore. I made you dinner. Goodnight.” You hissed, gearing up to stomp down the hallway toward your bedroom when you felt his slender fingers grip your wrist.

“Will you ever forgive me?” He mumbled, blue eyes holding remorse, and fuck did you want to forgive him right then and there. In truth, it wasn’t this broken promise that had you so upset. It was the accumulation of the broken promises, the late nights, the constantly treating you as a last resort and so while you knew you would eventually forgive him, you weren’t ready to do so just yet.

“I don’t know, Haz. Goodnight.” You grumbled, crossing your arms tightly over your chest before heading into your bedroom alone, wondering what he would do to make it up to you this time.

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