When Harry left for the first part of his tour, everything was going great. His tickets were getting sold, we called each other everyday, wether we were talking for 10 minutes or an hour, we always called.
Then he started getting more busy.
He had to deal with Camille and the shows just started draining him more and more until he went from just texting me everyday, to texting me once a week, to not talking at all.
It's sounds really familiar, huh?
When the first part of his tour ended, I know what you're thinking...he had to have visited right? I mean I'm living in his house.
Yeah, no.
Instead he went to spend his break with his girlfriend and her parents, and maybe I shouldn't be mad, right? He's not entitled to visit me...or his house...or Styles- He could've at least visited Styles!
If he wanted to be with his girlfriend and not me, I need to respect that. Although, it doesn't mean I can't sit around and cry about it.
So that's what I did.
I cried for hours, then hours turned into days, then days turned into...you get the jist.
I called my mom to get her input and she gave me some pretty good advice.
Slap him.
And that's what I plan on doing. He called me telling me he'll be swinging by the day before he starts his second part of the tour and I made sure to be extra polite on the phone so he won't see it coming.
"Emma? Anyone home?" Harry calls out.
"In the kitchen!" I shout back.
"Emma." He breathes out with a smile.
"Harry." I give an over enthusiastic smile, running up to him going in for a hug.
And then I slapped him.
I slapped him real good.
"What the hell Em?" He whines, rubbing his reddened cheek.
"I'm living in your house and you couldn't think to visit once for the few months you have off of tour. I get you were spending time with your girlfriend, but you had months. You know Styles missed you, he would pout every time he heard your name. Also! What happens to the calls and texts? I get you were busy, but you completely ghosted me. I let this slide last time and there is no way on earth I'm letting it slide this time Harry. You think you could just go fly off to never land and leave me behind only to pop back up and act like nothing ever happened. I mean, if you want me out of your life that bad you could just tell me." I rant, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles.
"Oh! Oh you're sorry! Oh my god, Harry, why didn't you say that before? Looks like everything is fixed!" I yell sarcastically.
"I know, Emma. I got carried away with tour and Camille and I should've thought of you. I have a surprise for you." He gives me a smile.
"You can't just buy me with gifts Harry." I deadpan.
"It's tickets to 7 of my shows so you could see me on the second part of tour." He says.
"Well that's a start..." I say, looking to see the tickets in Harry's hand.
"I wanted to save it for the bigger part of the tour because I wanted you to be there and see how far I've come." He mutters, looking down at the ground.
"Harry, I'm already so proud of you, and I'm super excited to see you." I say, giving him a smile. "I just am really hurt about all of this."
"I know." He whispers. "I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch."
"That you are." I laugh.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise." He says, wrapping his arms tight around me, a feeling that I missed all to much.
"I know you will." I mumble into his chest.
Harry's pov
"If this is you trying to make it up you're doing a terrible job." She says, while I continue to look down at my phone.
"I thought you like shopping?" I ask.
"I do but, this...is awful." She says.
I look up and try to stifle a laugh at the monstrosity I threw in her pile. "It looks...nice?"
"I look like if rainbow dash took a shit and said 'Hey, lets make this a dress!'"
I break out into laughter and she just huffs and starts waddling back over to the dressing room, literally waddling, making me laugh harder.
We were currently shopping for outfits for when Emma comes to see me on tour and it has been interesting seeing her dress in the hideous clothing I throw in there.
"Alright, what's next?" I ask.
"This." She says.
I look up from my phone and I think my heart freezes in my chest. My lips part and I drag my wide eyes slowly taking in everything in front of me.
I forgot how gorgeous she was and so effortlessly too. She doesn't even need to try and she can break someone's heart just by looking at them.
I've always envied her confidence and clothing choices, she's honestly what inspires me to dress more openly now.
"Hello? Earth to Harry? How do I look?" She says, snapping me out of my daze.
I clear my throat awkwardly, "Good. You look really good."
I have a girlfriend.
I need to get it together.
"Why thank you." She smiles, curtsying making me smile and shake my head.
I don't know how she is always so full of light. She's able to make me smile anytime and it hurts me more knowing that I was too caught up in my relationship and career and left her alone.
She hates being alone.
"Alright, get on with it, I don't want to be here all day." I say.
"Oh don't even start with me, Mr. I have to spend 3 fucking hours in a Gucci store." She sasses.
I like Gucci.
"Alright, alright. I just want to get lunch before I leave." I tell her.
"Ok, well this shouldn't take 3 hours." She gives a bright smile, skipping over to the dressing room.
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"Where are we going and why are we walking there?" She asks.
"I'm not telling you and because walking is good for you." I reply, putting my hands in my pockets.
"Blah blah blah, walking good, blah blah, I'm so healthy." She imitates me, making me laugh.
"We're here." I say, stopping in front of one of my favorite places.
She turns to see the Beachwood café and immediately lights up.
"Oh my god, I've been meaning to come here, it's so cute." She says, running through the door as I follow behind her, unable to wipe the smile off my face.
We order our food and sit down at a table next to the window, both of us just silently looking at the different people passing by.
"I missed this. Hanging out with you." I break the silence.
I missed her.
"Oh god, don't make this some boring cliche thing." She groans.
"Nothing is ever boring or cliche with you, American girl." I say, missing calling her that nickname all the time.
"I am pretty cool aren't I." She nods, leaning back in her chair.
"Yes you are." I smile.
"Ok, you're leaving in a day, what do we talk about?" She asks.
"I don't know? What's knew with you?" I ask. I don't feel like talking about me. I don't want to be selfish anymore, it's already hurt her to much.
I need to stop being an arrogant son of a bitch.
"Well...I've sold more of my songs and a few artists have offered to work with me, but I turned them down." She sighs.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"I don't know...I know it's a huge chance and everything, but I don't feel like working with anyone except...you." She shrugs.
I feel my heart flutter, but still confused what she means.
"So you didn't try working with any of them?" I reiterate.
"I just feel like none of them would compare to songwriting with you. It was always so raw and vulnerable and I miss it." She says.
"I miss it too, but that doesn't mean you should turn down other artists. I promise you there are tons of artists that are better than me." I say.
"That's the thing Harry, I don't care how good they are. Being vulnerable with you just gives me this rush and I wouldn't trade that for anything or anyone." She speaks her mind, making me want to jump out of the window because of the guilt I feel.
"I wouldn't either, Emma. I can't put into words how sorry I am and how much I missed you." I speak, my tone lighter.
"If you missed me so much, why'd you leave?" She whispers, barely audible to me.
My heart breaks hearing how broken she sounds. I just study her features, her eyes looking down at the table rather than me.
I hate that I hurt her, I hate it so fucking much.
I keep leaving out the reason I didn't visit. I felt so scared to even face her after the tour ended. I just hid with Camille like the little bitch I am.
It was all because I was hiding from the one thing I didn't want to face...
That I'm in love with Emma Wiley.
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My feelings hurt lol.
Anyway, online school sucks so here is a picture that I was staring at for 10 minutes instead of doing my math homework...
Love you all