"Fine, if you don't want to sleep there for a second night then I will sleep on the couch!" You exclaimed and Harry scoffed.
"No, I'll go, like I did last night, you'll only whine at me that you were uncomfortable." He accused and you gasped.
"No, I won't!" You defended.
"Whatever. I'm off to bed, on the couch, like yesterday." He groaned.
"Yeah, well, it's your own fault." You continued.
"Fine! It's my fault!" He mocked in a girly voice and you shook your head at him as he made his way from your bedroom, to the living room.
"It is!" You huffed, placing your phone onto the side table next to your bed and plugging it in to charge.
The little arguments you were having with Harry lately weren't serious, but they could be very childish, something they often were that caused you both to become stubborn, none of you apologising after it had been ongoing for the past week on and off.
One day, you argued about what to have for dinner, you argued about what channel the TV should be on and why and you had just finished arguing about how Harry had to sleep on the couch for a second night.
You offered to take the couch, but he insisted and it annoyed you that he just had to start an argument over something he knew was childish.
He entered the bedroom as you had finished getting changed and ready for bed.
"I'm sorry, is it a problem for me to be in here?" He snapped, realising you were glaring at him.
You decided not to answer him, knowing he only wanted a reaction from you as he plugged his phone in to charge on the side table over his side of the bed.
"You came in here, just to plug your phone in? Couldn't you have done that in the living room?" You questioned, having an incline to annoy him.
"No, actually." He huffed, rolling his eyes before pulling off his clothes and throwing them in a pile on the floor.
"Get your clothes off of the floor, at this rate you won't be sleeping back in here for another week." You told him, sternly and stuck his tongue out at you, with a glare.
"Make me." He challenged, leaving the clothes in their place on the floor with a smirk.
If his clothes are creased in the morning, then it's his own fault. You thought.
"Do you know how childish you are?" You scoffed and he shrugged.
"Do you know how frustrating you are?" He retaliated and you stayed silent, ignoring his silent plea for you to get angry for him, you weren't his entertainment.
"Shut the door on your way out." You replied, through gritted teeth.
He was doing it on purpose, riling you and trying to make you angry, because when your both stubborn and won't apologise, it's what keeps him amused for a while until he becomes upset that your not on good terms anymore.
He dislikes for your arguments to be serious and upsetting for the both of you, so he makes them childish and annoying so you both have anger to focus on for a while, rather than sadness.
He smirked, leaving the room and shutting the door loudly behind him, purposefully.
"Oops." He called and you heard him laughing before he walked away.
Settling down into the bed covers and pulling them close to you for comfort, you tried to ignore thoughts of Harry that were lingering in your mind, his annoyance and constant arguing making you worked up and angry before you went to sleep.
