Key To My Heart

This is a story about a girl named Claire who happens to be best friends with Harry Styles. Deep down inside shes always liked Harry more than a friend. And when they get into an argument he finds himself miserable not being able to talk to his best friend. When its time for him to take on the world tour, lots of unexpected things happen.. and well lets just say... Claire ends up with one of the other boys expect Harry.. and something happens to one of the boys.


5. The Day My Life Flipped Around


Claire’s Point of View

Emma & I had finally gotten back home to our tiny apartment; Lisa had gone back to England straight from Mexico so it was just us. I sighed as the smell of home filled my nose, it felt good to be home. “[Y/N], I’m going to shower real quick, be back in a jiff.” Emma smiled and I nodded, putting down my bags. I didn’t feel like putting anything away at that moment so I decided to crash onto the sofa. I didn’t realize my eyes starting to close as I fell asleep thinking…

I can’t believe it you haven’t changed a bit

Harry? Is that you?

Of course stupid, who else would you dream about?

You haven’t changed either

I haven’t, I still love you, all the same

I love you more, wait don’t go! Harry come back please!

“[Y/N]… [Y/N] … [Y/N]!” I got up from my position immediately, startled. “Oh, Emma it’s you.” I said panting, “Yeah who else would it be.” She chuckled, “Who were you dreaming about.” She winked and sat down with me. “About Channing Tatum.” I laughed and hit her playfully, “Still in love with him?” I smiled to myself, yeah I was still in love with him, that curly idiot.


Harry’s Point of View

I smiled widely as I saw my long lost, old college friend Katrina, I suddenly forgot all about [Y/N] and focused on how beautiful she looked. Her long blonde hair, with tiny waves at the bottom, and her perfect face, with rosy red lips and laser blue eyes. I got lost in her gaze.

“Oh my gosh, it’s been so long!” She smiled at me & I blushed, “How’ve you been love?” I said straight into her eyes. “Me?” She scoffed, “You’re Harry Styles from One Direction, you tell me!” She said giggling, but then suddenly stopped, “What’re looking at?” She laughed, “Oh nothing, me? I’m fine, kind of healing from the loss of my mother.” I muttered the last bit, why did I mention that? Her face suddenly had a frown on it, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…” She rested her hand on my shoulder giving me a reassuring smile, “Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” I smiled at her fully and she winked at me.


I introduced Katrina to the boys, I don’t know why, I felt comfortable around her. She filled that empty hole I had in my stomach, she made me feel full again. I invited her over for dinner a while later, I wanted the boys to be comfortable around her, cause I was. 

I started humming as I looked through my suitcase, looking for something spiffy to wear. I tossed out most of my clothes, I wanted to wear something different, something that’d make me stand out. I finally stumbled upon a new white blazer & wore a faded, red t-shirt under it. For bottoms I wore thin, black jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror & smirked to myself.

“Hey.” I heard a low mutter, I turned around to see Zayn, weird. “Yeah?” I said looking at myself in the mirror again. “What’s with the getup?” He scoffed, “I invited Katrina over for dinner.” “Katrina?” “The girl I introduced you guys to, like a week ago Zayn.” He raised his brow and then chuckled, “Oh, that psycho blonde?” I glared at him from the mirror, “Sorry, didn’t mean that.” “You — you don’t like her?” I said, my voice softer, “I don’t know, do you?” I looked down at my feet, what was I doing? “Uhm, yeah.” I replied hastily, not knowing if I meant what I said.

“Well then I like her too.” He smiled at me and patted me on the back, “Thanks.” I said fixing my blazer, “Before I leave…” He trailed off, “Yeah?” “She isn’t a, you know, replacement right?” I glared at him once again, “What do you mean, replacement?” “Well it’s kind of obvious you brought this chick to get over [Y/N].” He rolled his eyes, “Get over her? I don’t even care about her anymore lad.” “Oh shut up, you’re in love with her.” “No I’m not, I haven’t heard from her in almost 4 months.” “Harry, I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re making a big mistake.” I scoffed and turned to face him, “I think I’m old enough to think for myself.” I turned around again and fiddled around with things on my bed to get him to leave. “Whatever.” He muttered and left.


“Guys please don’t screw this up, I really like Katrina.” I said in the kitchen, I had the lads lined up to lay down some rules & regulations. “She doesn’t really seem your type.” Niall chuckled and I shot him with a death stare, “Harry, relax, we won’t do anything.” Louis said rolling his eyes & crashing onto the sofa. “Wheres Zayn?” I pointed out, “He’s talking to his mum.” Liam smiled and started to warm the food he had made. “By the way, thanks a ton for cooking tonight Liam.” He smiled at me and I jumped when I heard the bell ring. “She’s here!” I gasped and ran to the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled and pecked my cheek. 

“I — I’m in love with you.” I blurted out, what the hell is wrong with me!


Claire’s Point of View

“Emma you’re drunk, again?!” I roared as I saw the small brunette fall into our apartment, the only thing that came out of her mouth was a burp, she lay on the floor without a care & curled up into sleeping position. “I swear Brandon is not a good guy Em! He’s ruining you!” I said softer, trying to get her attention, but she was beyond wasted. “Caaan you give me a lollipop.” She giggled, I picked her up and she started to trace my collarbone. “Why you so pretty.” She said, her eyes half-closed. 

“When you wake up, you’re in so much trouble.” I said trying not to laugh at her. “But I love you Brandon.” My laughter suddenly stopped, “Don’t mention that dick.” Brandon was one of Emma’s family friends, but all he did was drink. Ever since we came back he’s been hanging out with her & she’s been coming home drunk almost every night, it worried me. “Goodnight.” She yawned and smiled as I put her on the bed, taking off her heels, “Goodnight.” I sighed.


“Claire?” I squinted my eyes & saw Emma with a towel over her head. “You’re up already?” I said looking at the clock, “I was for sure thinking you’d have a hangover.” I chuckled. “What’s that smell?” I said, sniffing, there was a strong smell of nicotine in our room, but neither of us smoked, weird. “It’s probably n-nothing.” She half-smiled and turned around. I got up and stepped on a lighter, “What the hell?” I said picking it up, “That’s mine.” She says snatching it from my hands. “Emma you smoke?” She looked down in shame & I scoffed, “What is happening to you!” She left the room in agitation. 


A few days had gone by & the tension between us rose. “Emma?” I called out, taking off my shoes, I had just came back from my morning jog, “Emma?” I said a little louder, frightened I looked around for her, but Emma wasn’t there & the apartment was a mess. I rushed to the balcony to see Emma curled into a ball in the corner, a cigarette in her hand & several other cigarettes ono the floor beside her.

“Emma!” I cried pulling the cigarette away from her, “Give that back.” She said, her eyes became darker, and her words slurred out of her mouth, for the first time I was scared of her. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I screamed, she looked around her and started to cry, “I’m losing myself Claire. Save me, please.” She said and fell into my arms. “It’s okay, I’m here.” I stroked her hair and she cried more. “Let it out.” 


A month later I decided to go back to Holmes Chapel, after a lot of consideration I decided Toronto wasn’t the place for me. “You’re leaving?” I heard Emma walking in, the old Emma. It’s surprising how much she’s recovered, I stopped and put down my bags. “Yeah.” I said, not looking back at her, “But — why?” I sighed, “I don’t think I can live here anymore.” I heard her sob a bit, “Did I do something?” “No Emma! You didn’t do anything, I just really miss home.” “Will you be back?” “Maybe, don’t count on it.” I said and pulled her into a hug, “Goodbye.” I kissed her forehead. 


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