The Mystery Girl

Emma was a normal teenage girl when one day her life is flipped upside down. She meets a cheeky boy named Harry Styles from the band One Direction. She instantly is mesmerized by his green eyes. She continues to bump into Harry, but he never learns her name. Are they mean't to be, or will the remain strangers searching for lost love?

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28. Cheryl

Emma's POV

I pull out my phone and dial my mom's number. "Hello?" 

"Mom, I am in New York and I need to get home," I say, holding back the tears that are dangerously closet to spilling over the edges of my eyes.

"Well, aren't you with Harry and the other boys?" My mom asks.

"I was, but Harry and I got into a fight and..." I don't want to explain anything further.

"Oh, I understand. Well, find the nearest airport and buy a ticket. I will pay for it when you get home. I'll see you soon sweetie," 

"Alright," I say.

"Love you,' I swallow hard. 

"I love you too, bye," I hang up the phone. I don't even want the word Love to come out of my mouth.

I look up the nearest airport and hail a cab. I quickly arrive at the airport. As I wait for my terminal to be called my phone goes off. It is a tweet from Liam. I don't know why I look at it, but I do.

@Real_Liam_Payne: We miss you terribly Emma. Please some back :(

I roll my eyes and put my phone away as my terminal is called. I board the plain. I end up sitting next to this very sweet middle aged woman.

"Where are you from Darling?" She asks me. 

"I'm from London, my name is Emma, I'm flying home," I tell the woman.

"Oh, how nice. Your accent is lovely. I am Cheryl. Aren't you that girl that is dating the boy, um, Harry Styles?" I laugh a bit.

"Well, I was. We aren't any more, thats actually the reason I am going back home. I was with him on tour and we got into a fight..." I quickly wipe away a tear. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry Emma. Is there any thing you would like to talk to me about?" 

"No," I lie. "I don't want to unload on someone who probably has her life well planned out," I lie again. I want to tell her everything.

"Honey, don't worry. I enjoy letting people talk to me about their problem, When I was younger I wanted to be a therapist," My heart hits my stomach. Someone who I can talk to.

"Well, I was so happy and in love with Harry, but then Louis told me that Harry was going to treat me poorly like he does all his other girlfriends and so I get mad at Harry. I was talking to Louis when he kissed me. I didn't want to tell Harry because I knew something bad would happen.

"Liam made us sit down and talk about why we where mad at each other. I had told the whole story, except the kissing part, but then Louis told Harry that we kissed. He tried to explain to Harry that he has kissed me, but it didn't work.

"Harry started yelling at Louis and I just didn't want to have to deal with the two people I care about most constantly fighting. 

"So I broke up with Harry. Now I am sad and alone on my way back to a family that doesn't give a rat's ass about me. I am just so miserable!" I wipe the teats that are falling down my cheeks away.

"Well, I feel terrible. Here is my number if you ever want to talk to me," She writes her number down on a piece of paper and hands it to me. I quickly punch the number into my phone. 

We talk the whole plane ride and never run out of things to talk about. We get off the plane together. We grab our bags. 

"Thank you, for letting me talk to you. I feel a lot better," 

"You're welcome," We hug and part in different directions. 

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