happy update!
guys i'm soooo sorry this update took so long, but it's here now!
in this chapter you'll get two points of view; Emma and Jamie's.
i hope you enjoy ;)
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I sighed as I tromped up the staircase, my feet aching from being in high heels for so long.
The agent at the top of the stairs nodded at me and I smiled back at him before taking out my key so I could unlock the door to the apartment.
When I got inside the first thing I did was kick off my shoes, looking up to see Harry sitting on the sofa, waiting up for me.
"You look exhausted." He commented as I closed and locked the door behind me.
"I am. I was on my feet all day long. I don't think i've sat down since six this morning."
I winced every time I took a step until I got to the couch and threw myself down on it, Harry laughing at my actions.
"Here." He said and pulled my feet into his lap, his hands then taking one of my feet as he began to massage it.
"Oh my God, I love you." I whined and he chuckled.
"If it also makes you feel better, I have chicken fried rice for you in the microwave, and a carton of banana ice cream in the freezer."
I sat up a little bit.
"Are you serious?" I asked him.
"Yes."
"What did I do to deserve that?"
"Can I not do something nice for you?"
"You can. You just don't do things like that all the time."
I nodded and relaxed a little bit more into the couch.
"Ugh, and I have to go freaking dress shopping tomorrow too." I whined.
"I can go with you if you want me to." He commented and I pursed my lips.
He had been doing this lately. Being so nice, overbearingly nice. So nice to the point where it creeped me out.
In the mornings he would make my breakfast, let me use the bathroom first, and even switch the stuff from one handbag to another once I had picked it out.
I even woke up a couple times to find him staring at me.
I missed the Harry that would pinch my nose when I snored too loudly to wake me up. I missed the Harry that would use the last of the milk on his cereal and then tell me to suck it up. I missed the Harry that would pick on me and tease me and make fun of me.
It's not that I didn't love when he did nice things for me such as getting me the bracelet for finishing my freshman year of college or surprising me with ice cream after work, but he was being way too nice. Especially for him.
"You want to go dress shopping with me." I stared at him and he nodded.
I then sat up and placed my hand on his forehead.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Checking to see if you have a fever."
He rolled his eyes.
"If you want to go then you can go, but I'm not gonna force you." I said.
After he finished massaging my feet for me I had dinner and a bit of ice cream before taking a shower and getting into bed beside him.
He turned off the beside lamp before leaning over to kiss me.
His hand came to cradle my cheek as he deepened the kiss, his body hovering over mine.
Once he broke the long kiss he rubbed his nose against mine before kissing me once more and then enveloping me in his arms.
"Love you, Princess." He said.
"I love you too." I squeezed his hand gently before happily falling asleep.
In the morning after a breakfast of lemon blueberry pancakes ( curtesy of Harry) he and I made our way to the design studio where I met with my styling team who was fitting me for new dresses for summer events.
Harry sat on a sofa while I stood on the round podium as the dresses were tailored.
I felt so bad for him, as it must have been boring as hell for him. It wasn't even that fun for me.
During a break I went over to him, still in a powder blue satin dress with only thin straps holding it up.
"Bored out of your mind yet?" I asked him.
"Eh." He said as he shrugged. "I like that one." He looked me up and down.
"Yeah. I might have to wear something over it. Im worried i'm showing too much skin."
"I think it's perfect." He smirked, glancing at the cleavage that was showing.
"Yeah I bet you do." I laughed.
"So how much longer do you think this is going to last?" He asked.
"An hour, two at the most. Why? Are you ready to go?"
"Well, I mean, i'd rather be doing something much more...exciting." He allowed his eyes to glance over me again.
"Well you're just going to have to wait." I smiled back at him before placing my hands on his cheeks and leaning down to kiss him.
After fitting more dresses and picking out shoes and hand bags, Harry and I were able to leave.
A car took us back to the White House where Harry and I went to my room, and I laid down on my bed, Harry sitting next to me.
I was really just planning on relaxing when Harry decided he wanted more and moved closer to me so that his arms were able to go around me.
He then tilted my head up with his fingers so he could connect his lips to mine.
I allowed my body to melt against his as he moved his hands to my sides, his fingers sliding up the fabric of my shirt and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He broke the kiss so he could move my body beneath his even more, and then popped open the button of my jeans.
I could obviously see where this was going and let my hands roam around his body, and I could feel his adrenaline pumping. He was getting excited.
He kissed my lips heavily before moving back so he could pull down my jeans while I slipped my shirt over my head, and once my jeans were on the floor he did the same with his shirt while I got to work on his belt buckle.
As soon as it was undone he kicked off his jeans before lifting up the blanket so it was over us, his body settling over mine again.
His hands rested on each side of my head as he kissed me again, this time his lower half brushing itself over mine causing my hands to tremble.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
He knew this though, and took his sweet time as he got me worked up before he gave me a longer kiss and then disappeared under the comforter.
I felt him pull my underwear down my legs, and then he pushed them apart with his warm hands. The second I felt the tip of his nose touch the skin of my thigh and the tickle of his hair brushing my skin I knew I was going to be done for.
I knew I wouldn't last long, so as he delved into the part of my body that he wanted, my hands gripped the sheets beside me as tight as they could.
My hips began to roll with the rhythm he was creating with his tongue and my legs began to move because I could feel that burning feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight as I could feel that burning wave come over me, and Harry held my legs still as much as he could while teasing me more with his tongue as I worked through my high.
Once I had barely calmed down, he came back up, his hair a mess from being under the sheets.
He yanked down the cup of my bra with one hand and sucked harshly on the side of it until I whimpered before he removed his own boxers.
In my nightstand we kept some condoms inside a little tin that I had that was shaped like a heart, and he grabbed one and put it on before bending up my knees the way he wanted them to be and then pressed in.
No matter how many times we did this, I knew I would never get tired of the feeling, or of watching the look on his face as he sank into me. His cheeks were red and his eyelids heavy but his eyes were so dark and full of lust.
His lips parted as he held me waist in place as he began to thrust in and out of me, and I could see he was really into this session of love making, not that he was never into it, but this time especially, he was really into it.
"Oh, fuck." He breathed at one point, and since I liked where this was going, I decided to change things up a bit.
"Lay back." I whispered as I pressed on his shoulders, and he pulled out with a groan as he did as I asked.
I moved so I could straddle his waist, and then took him in my hands so I could lower myself down on him.
"Yes." He managed to get out through his teeth as I began to grind myself against him.
"Oh God, yes. Yes, Emma fuck, keep moving." He said as he watched me, and I followed his encouragement, adding a little bounce to my movement.
"Mhmm." I hummed as I closed my eyes and leaned back slightly, just enjoying the feeling.
Harry then decided to change it up and began to thrust up into me as hard as he could, my eyes rolling back in my head as I tried to stay up. But he was a strong and powerful man, and my body wasn't prepared for that and he had to hold me up, both of us panting and moaning.
I had climaxed at this point to many times to count, and Harry was ready for his release, so he changed our position again so that he was standing at the foot of the bed, my body at the end of the bed as he lifted my legs and began to press into me again.
This time I just let him go for it and do to my body as he wanted.
As he did, I closed my eyes and felt it all, felt all of him, and listened to him breathe and talk obscenities and sexually natured words under his breath.
As he got close he slowed down for a moment.
"Look at me, Princess." He said and I opened my eyes to watch him and cried out as he slammed into me multiple times until he reached his end.
"Shit, oh fuck. Oh fuck baby." I heard him say over my moans.
He moved in and out of me for a few more minutes before he disposed of the trash and got back in the bed with me, both of us getting back under the covers.
He laid flat on his back as he caught his breath and I laid beside him, my head resting on the pillow.
"Well that was..." I began to trail off and he chuckled.
"Yeah that was...woah."
"Yeah." I laughed and he pulled me even closer to him.
"I love you." He pressed his forehead against mine.
"I love you too." I scrunched up my cheeks making him laugh and pepper kisses across my face.
That evening after just laying there for awhile, we both finally got dressed so we could meet everyone for dinner.
Harry and I were walking into the dining room with my parents when Thomas, Harry's assistant came walking down the hall.
"Hey Mr. Styles. Congratulations." He smiled and I looked at Harry in a bit of confusion, my parents stopping as well.
Maybe he was talking about us getting a house?
"When are you shipping out?" He then asked and my heart beat began to speed up in my chest.
"Um, not sure yet." Harry said slowly before carefully looking at me.
"Didn't know you'd join the service again. I hope all goes well."
Harry said nothing.
Thomas then said he'd see us later before walking away and I turned to Harry as soon as he did.
"What was he talking about?" I asked him but Harry just looked away from me.
But he didn't have to tell me. I already knew.
I had put the pieces together in my head.
"You joined the military again...didn't you?"
He continued to say nothing.
"Answer me!" I then yelled, my parents looking at each other as they stood behind him.
"Yes." He said so quietly it was almost a whisper.
"When were you gonna tell me? When you got deployed?!"
He looked further away.
"You were. Weren't you?" I scoffed before turning around to storm away.
"Emma." Harry tried to stop me but I shoved him off.
"No! I don't even want to look at you right now let alone talk to you! Go home, Harry."
I stomped back to my room.
I was livid. Beyond livid.
You didn't just join the military again and not tell your significant other. That was messed up.
When I got to my room I slammed my door shut before going to sit on my bed.
This explained so much.
Why he was being so nice to me, why he was spoiling me and doting on me and waiting on me hand and foot.
And now as I thought about earlier today, it felt like he had only slept with me in order to butter me up even more.
I felt cheap.
I felt used.
I felt taken advantage of.
I felt heartbroken.
I felt angry.
Five minutes into my brooding my phone rang and I looked to see it was Harry. I sent him to voicemail.
A minute later I got a text from him.
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Are you still going to come home with me tonight?
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No.
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From Harry:
Can we talk?
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To Harry:
No.
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From Harry:
Why?
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To Harry:
Leave me alone.
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I sent back before turning my phone off.
He was unbelievable.
I half expected him to come to my room, but I think he got the hint I didn't want to talk to him.
I didn't sleep a wink that night, I just laid there in my bed playing and replaying images in my head of Harry on the battlefield, getting hurt or killed.
In the morning when I was up and on my way to my office to do the work I had to do that day, I saw Harry waiting inside.
I refused to make eye contact with him as I walked in past him, grabbed my laptop and planner before walking right back out.
I heard him sigh as I left but I didn't care.
He didn't talk to me about joining the military, so why should I talk to him?
I ignored Harry all day, and even at dinner when I walked in and he was sitting at the dining room table with my parents, I turned and asked one of the chefs to send the food to my room.
While I was eating my dinner there was a knock at my door and stood up to look through the peep hole to see who was there and it was Harry.
I didn't answer and went back to eating.
I just didn't get it; why would Harry want to go back to the military? He had everything he needed right here. A good job that paid very well, a brand new home he was going to move into. He had friends and people who loved him...me...
Why was that not enough for him?
Was I not enough for him?
After I ate there was another knock, different than Harry's, and I went to see it was my mom.
I opened the door and she gave me a sad smile before stepping inside, closing the door behind her.
She went to sit down on my bed, hitting mute on the tv remote.
"Okay. Let it out." She said.
"Did you know?" I asked her and she nodded.
"He and your father were having a meeting in one of the sitting rooms, and I walked by and overheard. I found out accidentally."
"What were they saying?"
"Harry said that he had been offered a job with a special units team and he wanted to take it, but he wanted your Dad's advice." She said as she traced the pattern of my comforter with her finger.
"It's like no one thought of how I'd feel about this." I said.
"I brought it up to your father. He said that Harry was wanting to wait to tell you when you moved into your new home together."
I shook my head as I folded my arms over his chest.
"Im not upset that he's joining the military again, well I am, but that I can live with. I'm upset that he didn't tell me, and that he felt like he couldn't talk to me about it."
"I understand." My mom nodded. "But are you going to talk to him anytime soon?"
"If I talk to him right now I'm going to make it worse because all I want to do right now is yell at him. So I'm deciding to just not talk to him until I feel I can do it without killing him."
She chuckled.
"I think that's wise. But I think you should at least give him a message and tell him that."
I nodded.
After kissing my cheek, my mom left my room, and I took out my phone and sent Harry a text.
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To Harry:
I'm only ignoring you because I don't feel like i'm stable enough to talk to you without getting angry. When i'm ready to talk to you, I will let you know.
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I waited a few moments before my phone buzzed, signaling his reply.
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From Harry:
Okay. I understand.
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A little while later after I had taken a shower, there was a knock on my door.
I didn't feel like answering, but then my phone began to ring and I saw it was Jamie.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Open up."
I hung up and went to get the door, Jamie walking in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him as he went to sit on my bed.
"Came by to visit and learned that shit went down between you and Harry. What's going on?" He crossed his arms.
"Harry joined the military without telling me." I said, sitting beside him.
"What?" His eyes went wide. "Why didn't he tell you?"
I shrugged in response.
"I don't know. I haven't talked to him yet."
"Why not?"
"Because I think if I do I might end up slapping him and I don't want to do that...well I do, but I don't."
Jamie chuckled.
"I just don't understand why he does things like this. Keeps secrets from me and then expects me not to be upset. But if he would just tell me in the beginning, I wouldn't get angry. I just wish he would trust me."
Jamie looked at me sadly.
"I just don't understand what I did to make him not trust me. And it breaks my heart. And now he's going to join the military and he's going to leave... he's going to leave me."
Jamie's PoV:
I couldn't bear to see Emma so sad.
She didn't even have to say anything, just by the look in her eyes I could see she was heartbroken.
I didn't understand why Harry would do something like this to her, and I needed to hear the truth straight from the horses' mouth.
I began to walk around the east wing of the White House trying to see if Harry was even there.
Eventually I came across one of the many sitting rooms where I found Harry sitting on one of the sofas while Mila sat on the floor in front of him with several dolls and a tea set.
The image was actually hilarious but I put that aside as I walked in.
"Jamie!" Mila grinned when she saw me and ran up to me so I could give her a hug.
"Hey, girlie. How are you?" I asked her.
"Good." She laughed and then ran back over to Harry.
"Playing dolls?" I asked.
"We were, but I was told I had a bad Princess Petunia voice so I am now supervising." Harry said.
I nodded.
"Have a minute to talk?" I asked him and he shrugged his shoulders so I sat down on the couch as well.
"Have you talked to Emma?" He asked me.
"Yeah. Just did."
"What did she say?" He threaded his fingers together and rested his hands on his knee as he leant forward, looking at the ground.
"She's really upset. But I didn't come here to pass along any message. I just wanted to know for myself why. Why do this to her?"
"I didn't want her to find out like this. I really didn't. But I also didn't know how to tell her myself and I was scared of how she would react." He said.
"But you have to know that Emma would have been way more chill about this if you had started talking to her about this when you began to think about taking the job. She gets more upset and immature when you don't tell her or when you wait till the last minute."
He nodded his head.
"It's just that she's been fairly happy lately, sans what happened a couple weeks ago, and I didn't want to ruin that for her. I never wanted or want to hurt her, but I'm new at this whole relationship thing."
"I get that. I do. And I've known Emma her entire life so i'm always going to take her side, but I know that you love her and she loves you, and I want this to get better."
"I've tried talking to her but she's not ready."
"She's still really worked up, but let her calm down and accept it and then she'll be ready to talk to you."
"Yeah." He sighed.
"Honestly, I think she's scared more than angry."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because you'll have to leave her. And that's how Grayson left her and he didn't come back."
Harry's face dropped.
"If she would just let me talk to her then I could explain better why i'm going." He said after a minute.
I didn't respond and then watched as Mila climbed up in Harry's lap, her arms going around his neck.
"Can we go see, Wemmy now?" She asked him. "I have to tell her about the doggie."
"We have to tell her together. Remember?" He asked her and Mila nodded.
"Jamie, we getting a doggie!" She then smiled at me.
"You are?"
"Mhmm. Harry said we can get one."
"I thought Emma and Mila might want to have a dog around to help protect the house when I'm not there." He said to me. "But I haven't had the chance to tell Emma yet."
"Well when you do, I'm sure she'll appreciate it." I said and he nodded his head in agreement. "Okay, Mils. Let's go see Emma, but don't tell her about the dog."
She slid off Harry's lap and then hugged him, Harry leaning down to hug her back.
"I love you, Harry." She said.
"I love you too." He said and handed her her doll back.
I picked her up and set her on my side before nodding at Harry and leaving.
Mila was yawning as I carried her to Emma's room, and when I got there Emma let me in before she set Mila on her bed.
"I saw Harry." I said to Emma and she looked up at me quickly before looking away. "And I know you're not ready to talk yet, but when you are ready, I would do it sooner rather than later."
"Okay." She replied quietly.
"Because I think there's more to the story than what you know."
She nodded her head.
"There always is when it comes to him." She said sadly and I watched her turn away from me and go sit down at her vanity to take off her makeup, but as I watched her, I saw a single tear slide down her cheek until it fell onto the table without a sound.
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well Harry's secret is out!
were you correct in guessing what is was? if not, are you surprised?
do you think Emma is right to be upset and that Harry is in the wrong? or did Jamie have a point when he said that Emma would have been less mad if she had been told from the beginning?
how do you think it will go when they have to talk this out?
I promise to update faster for the next chapter!
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