The text I had from Harry,was sent a little over a week ago. I read it over and over, realizing how much he did need me. Also, how much I needed him. Harry was my rock, he was also the hard place I was caught between. He was the only thing that kept me sane, and I know we haven't known each other long, but I have very strong feelings for him. Harry is mine. I will make sure he is no one else's, if it kills me.

I am snapped out of my thoughts, when Liam turns the engine off. I look up to see the frat house. I take a deep breath, opening my door, and grabbing my bag. I walk up the few steps, and push the door open. There are already tons of people here, and its not even ten o'clock yet. I walk through the herds of people, and finally find Niall, and Zayn. I smile at them, and give them each hugs.

"Emma! Where the hell have you been?" Niall yells, over the music. I laugh, before shrugging my shoulders. I turn to the kitchen, and see a horrific sight.


Or as I like to call her, the Bitch.

She was leaning against the cabinets, her hands on the bar top. She snickers at me, and I smile slyly at her. She walks over to me, and pulls me into a small, loose hug. I pat her back with one hand, and she releases her grip.

"Why are you here?" she asks, in a bitchy tone, but she smiles.

"Oh, Liam came and got me, because he wants me to check on Harry," I say, showing her a toothy grin. She narrows her eyes.

"Why are you checking up on Harry?" she says, clearly annoyed.

"Because Liam asked me too,"

"You know, Harry will never get over me?" she pauses. "Like when you pissed him off a few weeks ago, and he brought me over. He told me not to tell anyone, but we slept together, and he mentioned something about never forgetting about me, and that deep down he will always love me," he words brought me to my weakest.

"Are you fucking serious? Do you expect me to believe you?" I say, a little louder.

"If you don't believe me, ask him," she sneers. She flips her hair, and turns on her heel.

Harry slept with Liz? After he kissed me, and told me he liked me?

I'm so stupid.

I rush up the stairs, and into the bathroom. I look in the mirror for a few moments, before letting the tears flow.

I hear knocking from the other side of the door, and I quickly clean myself up.

"The upstairs bathroom isn't for party goers," the muffled voice says. I unlock the door, and pull it open, revealing someone I didn't want to see.

"Emma?" he says. I look at him, before walking around him, and back down the hallway. "Emma!" he call after me. I was about to start down the steps, when a large hand wraps firmly around my arm. I am turned to face Harry, who pulls me to his bedroom. He turns to me, after we are safely behind his door. "Emma, look at me," he says, pulling my chin up. "Have you been crying?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows together.

I shake my head, and look to the left.

"Stop lying to me, I know you better than that,".

"For fuck's sake, yes Harry. I was crying," I spit.

"What's wrong?" he says. I love how he's being so freaking oblivious to the situation.

"I saw Liz downstairs," I say, fake smiling.

"Wait, why are you here?" he asks.

"Because Liam asked me to come, to talk to you," I said.

"Why?" he says, biting his lip. 

"Because, he said that you've been upset. And that you weren't sleeping,". I pause, before taking a deep breath. "Anyways, I talked to Liz, and found out that you're a fucking liar," I yelled. His eyes go wide.

"What did she say?" he says, his voice shaking.

"Oh, just that you and her slept together, when you told me you kicked her out," I said sarcastically. Harry doesn't say anything, he just looks down. "So its true," I say, scoffing. Harry doesn't look at me. "How could you?"

"I'm sorry," he chokes.

"No. You're not! If you were, you wouldn't have done it! Whatever we had, is over!" I scream.

"Whatever we had? Emma, we hadnothing!" Ouch, that hurt.

"Good! It'll be easier for you to get over me then!" I yell, and storm out of his room.


So close, yet so far.


K, so I personally think their ship name should be Herra.

So. Herra orrrr Hemma? 


I think I wanna write another book, simultaneous to writing this one.

It's not going to be about One Direction, but it will be a fanfic. 


Jack Gilinsky, from the (old) Magcon Boys!!!

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