Taken

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Harry's POV

I have called Em about 14 times today. She isn't picking up, and man am I worried! I can't leave, as I have a show, but I can't think straight. What if something has happened to her?!

We do our show, but I wasn't good. I feel really bad. I didn't do good for my fans, but I couldn't stop thinking about Emma.

I run off stage after, and don't worry about changing, I just storm out, and run to the bus.

When I get there, I walk into our room and her bed is empty. No. No no no no!

I run into the kitchen and see a note. Oh no. Come on Emma!

'Boys.

I love you. I always will. But I can't just come on tour like this, and go out with you, Zayn, and then just dump you. I am being called horrible names, and I can't deal with it anymore. I have more hate than anything else. Just remember, I love you. See you later <3

Love,

Emma xx'

I can't believe it. How could those horrible people say that stuff and drive her away from us, her family? Why would they be so cruel. I had seen the hate, but I thought that she was just ignoring it, as I do. I must have just been too much.

"No! She can't just leave! I'm following." I say, grabbing my phone off of the table.

"Mate, what about the tour?" Asks Louis.

"I will try and be back by Friday. Please lads, I need to go and make sure my bestfriend is okay." I plead.

"You go. Try and be back, mate. If you aren't, we will cover." Says Liam.

"Thanks Liam, I'll be back soon, promise!" I say, as I'm running out the door. I jump in a taxi and tell him to drive to the airport.

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When I arrived at the airport, I jumped out and sprinted to the front desk, asking when the next flight is for Cheshire.

"Umm... about half an hour. Would you like to book?" Asks the kind lady, checking her computer.

"Yes, yes please." I say quickly, handing her some hundreds.

"Wow," She mutters.

"Keep the change," I say, impatiently waiting for the ticket.

"Oh, thank you Mr Styles, here's your ticket," She says, handing me a ticket.

"Thank you, Ms," I say, and run to get checked in.

It will take about half an hour to get checked and everything, so I run.

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Once I am in the plane I calm down. The plane leaves in 10 minutes, so I try Emma again.

She doesn't answer, but I leave a message.

"Emma. Please, please talk to me! I'm on a flight home now. Don't avoid me. I miss my best friend. I need to talk. It's Harry, by the way,"

I then change my iPhone to airplane mode, and put some music on. Just when I plug my earphones in, though, a flight attendant comes and stands in front of me. I take them out annoyingly, and look at her, eyebrows raised, as if asking;

"Yes? What do you want?"

"Hi there sir, I would just like to ask you to put your seatbelt on, as we are taking off," The last says politely.

"Okay, thank you," I say, putting my seatbelt on. She smiles at me, and walks to her seat.

I end up falling asleep, until we land, when I get jolted awake.

Finally! I jump out of my seat and sprint out of the airport, my only bag I grabbed slung over my shoulder.

I get a taxi and tell him my adress.

"Step on it," I say to him, and grab my phone. One text message from Emma.

Emma<3: Harry. Don't come. You won't be able to talk me into coming.

Oh, that is so Emma. Well, too bad. I'm going to get her to come. I stop the taxi driver, and tell him to stop off at the flower store first. I give him a couple more twenties, and he gladly takes me where I want to go.

I buy some red roses, and then head to our house.

When I knock on the door, nobody answers to reach up to the top of the door, grab the spare key and unlock it myself.

I walk into the lounge first, nobody.

I walk into the kitchen, nobody.

I walk into her room, and find her lying on we bed, eating ice cream and watching tellie.

"Emma," I whisper, and she turns around

"Harry, I told you not to come." She says.

"I couldn't not come, Emma. You're my best friend." I say, walking over and sitting on the end of the bed.

"I can't deal with this, Harry. All this hate I'm getting. Its better if I just stay home, away from the paparazzi, and everyone who hates me." She says, a tear running down her face.

I hate seeing her like this! Its horrible. I take my thumb and wipe her tear off her cheek.

"Emma, think about it. Imagine how much hate we get? But we have to ignore it. Half of the world hate us! I hate having to just ignore it. Sometimes I just want to shout at them back, tell then how much they actually hurt us, but I can't. Emma, you are the skinniest, most beautiful, mature, stunning girl I have ever met. Don't bring yourself down because of those stupid, low life haters. Because there are people out there that love you. Including me. I love you, Emma." I admit, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from my body. I finally told her. I finally told her I loved her.

She smiles.

"I love you too, Harry." She says, and lean over, kissing her.

And man, do the sparks fly! I get that feeling inside my stomach, the feeling that this is love. Emma is the one. I love her.

She starts taking my shirt off, and I realize that she actually loves me too. That she wants to take it all the way.

"Harry, do you want to...?" She asks.

"As long as your comfortable with it." I say.

"Harry, I'm ready." She says. I smile.

"I love you." I say, taking her shirt off, to reveal her in just a bra.

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A/N:

Hi guys :)

Soooo... the next chapter is going to have a little bit of some rude stuff, so if you aren't comfortable with it, just skip it :) I will warn you before it happens though! The warning will be like this

*WARNING! MATURE CONTENT*

So yeaaaah ;*

I hope you're enjoying it! So, its labour weekend, thank gosh! I hate school :/

And I have been doing a lot of writing lately! I'm so proud!

Also, check out this book that my friends are writing...

'Bestfriends with One Direction?'

So read it! Cause it's awesome :D

I will let you go now :)

Have fun this weekend, have a party or something! ;)

Love you guys ;*