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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Harry's POV

I was so happy to have Emma back.

"Babe, what do you want for breakfast?" I ask her as she walks down the hall. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she was wearing one of my sweaters. It came down to the middle of her thighs.

"Whatever you want to make..." She says sleepily. She collapses onto the couch.

"Hey, if your gonna sleep on the couch at least let me cuddle with you," I say, sliding onto the couch and repositioning Emma on top of me. She puckers her lips and I kiss them. She laughs.

"You seem skinnier," I say, realizing she seems much lighter than before.

"Yeah, I kinda went on a diet after we split up," She explains.

"Why? You were so perfect, Emma!" She shakes her head.

"I was fat and ugly. I don't even know why you want to be with me..." She plays with my necklaces. 

"No! Don't even say that! Emma, I wish you would just realize that you were and are beautiful and perfect and I wouldn't want to be with any one other than you! That's why I haven't done any thing for the last three weeks! I hate being away from you! Even when I know you are asleep just down the hall!"

She rolls her eyes.

"Don't try to say that, I'm not going to believe you," I sit up, but keep Emma sitting on my lap. Her legs are wrapped around me.

"I don't expect you to wake up every morning and look in the mirror and think 'Wow, I'm beautiful!'. I just expect you to wake up every morning and think 'Wow, I have a boyfriend who loves me and think that I am the most beautiful person in the world,'. Can you promise me that?" She sighs.

"Yes," She says.

"So will you stop the diet? I love you the way you were before you started eating nothing but leaves," Her eyes search for an answer.

"But I feel better this way, more...pretty. I feel like more people like me this way," I stifle a laugh.

"You think that other peoples opinions matter? The only opinion that matters is yours," She rolls her eyes. "How much do you weigh?" I ask her. She bites her lip.

"130," She says.

"And you think you're fat?" I ask. "Why?" She continues to play with my necklace. I grab her hands and bring them to my lips.

"When I was younger I was teased for being cubby. I worked so hard to look normal and I guess I am now, but I still will always feel like I'm not," I swallow hard. 

"Do you have a picture of yourself when you were like, 10?" I ask. She pulls out her phone and hands it to me. I look at the picture of the perfectly skinny girl. Her hair was pulled into two pony tails and she had her arms wrapped around a boy about her age.

"Who is that?" I ask.

"My ex-best friend," She says.

"What's his name?" She sighs.

"Alec," She says.

"Oh, I don't know him?" She laughs.

"Why would you..." She breathes. Her eyes tear up.

"What?" I ask her. 

"Well, me and him dated for a year and a half before I met you," She explains, "We had just broken up a week before I met you," 

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