For You I Will

After meeting Harry on a trip to France, Jorgie never dreamed that she would be watching him confess her love for her on an interview a few months later.. Even though it seems like the perfect love story, things are bound to go wrong for Jorgie and Harry..


THIS IS NOT A SEQUEL TO UNTAMED!!!! Apologies.. The characters are just the same because that is my name and Yeahh.,..

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12. New to the Pack

The boys laughed when we reached them. Harry smiled down at me. 
"Let's go boys, before I tweet and the screaming girls come," I threatened. 
They all looked at me and laughed. "Come on," Liam was in the lead now. 

The full morning shopping was torture. The boys were clearly better shoppers than me and Harry kept trying to buy me things. I refused. I didn't want to be the girl that used them for there money. Halfway through one shop, I turned to Harry. 
"What do you want for your birthday?" I asked.
"Nothing," he smiled, "I have everything I need right here." I grinned.

After Louis had picked 7 outfits for me and 12 for himself, we settled for some sight seeing. We had no idea what we were looking at, so we just wandered around. 

Throughout the day, the boys were spotted, several times. The paparazzi found us and several girls asked for pictures and autographs. The boys clearly welcomed fans like this and smiled whenever they saw them. 

At 2:30, we headed back to the hotel after a lovely lunch in a cafe which Harry shouted everyone for his surprise. When we got to the hotel, it was packed. People had found out. Harry pushed me behind him as all the boys tried to run through the crowd. He was trying to protect me but nails clawed and my hair was pulled and several times, I was physically lifted from the ground. It was madness. 

Once we got inside the building, I observed my injuries, to long scratches on one arm, the other had a couple of bruises and there was a graze on one of my knees where the jeans were ripped. Harry had a few extra injuries but they were similar to mine. He was freaking out and kept asking if I was okay. Louis was in hysterics. He was laughing his head off and I could see teeth marks on his arm.
"Someone bit me," he laughed. I couldn't help but giggle. 
Niall looked really freaked out. He had a long gash on his neck where someone had scratched him. Zayn looked on the brink of tears. He had to deep marks on his left cheek and he kept asking if it was that bad until he produced a mirror from his pocket and observed it himself, sliding down the wall and onto the ground. Liam was trying to make sure everyone was alright. He didn't appear to be injured but a few bruises were coming up on his arm. We just sat in silence for a few minutes cause everyone didn't know what else to do.

"What is that all about," came a familiar voice. I turned, recognising it. She had stopped in her tracks, seeing us there, sitting like we were. I recognised her immediately. 
"Emma?" I said confused. I knew it was her, "Emma!!" 
"Oh my god!" she stared at me, bewildered, "Jorgie!! What are you doing here?" 
"Holiday. What about you?" 
"I'm doing a radio tour around Europe. I'm taking a break at the moment but and I'm headed to London in two weeks." I jumped up and hugged her just as Louis coughed, making me remember what had just happened. 
"Oh, right, I'm here with my boyfriend," I said, smiling at Harry. He grinned back up at me and smiled at Emma. 
"WHAT?" Emma whispered. "You're dating Harry Styles????" 
I smiled, "A lot has happened since high school. Clearly." 
Harry was still staring at us. As were the other boys. 
"Emma," I said, turning to face the boys, "This is Niall," pointing to Niall sitting closely next to Liam, "That's Liam," Zayn was still staring at his mirror, "Zayn, and Louis," Louis had stood back up and was staring at Emma, "And Harry," I smiled, but she hadn't looked at Harry. Her eyes were locked on Louis. "Boys, this is Emma. We went to high school together." 
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