Why do you hate me, What've I done?

Emily is a pretty normal sixteen year-old, she has short, red hair resembled to Hayley Williams', blue eyes, nice cheekbones. Other than she's an orphan; both her parents dead and she cuts. Emily just happens to fancy One Direction. She wins a contest to meet them, and she thinks it'll be like fanfictions and stories, they'll love her and become the best of friends and live happily ever after! No. But when the boys don't like her, how will she take it?


25. "My pain is real."

We arrive to Zayns flat pretty quickly, and knock on his door. "Hey Liam, hey Emily." Zayn answers. He stops for a moment and shouts "EMILY!" Pulling me into a giant hug. "Hi Zayn" I say shyly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He invites us in, and I'm suddenly mobbed by the hugs of two boys. "We missed you Em!" Louis says. "Yeah, and Liam was drunk, we love you, we could never hate you!" Niall pipes in. I giggle, "Erm, am I missing something?" "Well, we thought you were hurt...." Louis trails off, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I couldn't lie to them. I pull up the sleeves of my jacket, revealing the cuts. "Emily.... Can we talk?" Zayn whispers in my ear. I heasitantly nod, and follow him to his backyard. "Y-yes?" I studder. "Emily Jones, you promised." "I- I know. You know I can't keep it." "Try harder." Zayn whispers, and hugs me. We go back in after a minute or so.

I sit on the couch next to Liam, not really aware of my surrondings. Somebody catches my eye. Harry. I remember once Louis told me why he didn't like me. It's all an act, for a girl who's not pretty enough for him. We make eye contact, and I give him a cold glare. I turn away. You see, I know I'm ugly and rude, but when a somebody that I actually wanted to like me thought it, it truly hurt.

Harry comes and stands next to me, and whispers in my ear, "Can we please talk?" I look over at Liam. He nods with a smile and I hesitantly get up and follow Harry to what I guess is the guest room. When we enter and are out of earshot I sigh "What is it Harry?"

"Why don't you like me?" Oh, hell no boy. You did NOT just say that. "I could ask the same thing. It's not an act, Harry. See these cuts?" I say, lifting up my wrist. "Yeah, they're real. My crying is real. My pain is real."

I turn around and begin to walk off, but he grabs my wrist. "Ouch!" I snap around. "I'm sorry Emily. I didn't know until that night at the club. I punched Liam..." Harry quietly trails off. I pull my wrist from his grasp.

"It's fine." I mumble. "Can we please just start over, from where we don't hate eachother?" He asks. I nod, and he pulls me into a hug. We pull away, and he looks me straight in the eyes, and leans in. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I let him, until our lips met. He kissed me gently, with soft lips. It felt so nice- wait. Oh no. Oh God no.

I wriggle out of his grasp, with tear blurred eyes. "Harry, why..... why did you do that?" I was on the verge of sobbing. I just cheated on Liam. I just cheated on the only person that ever loved me.

"Because I erm.... I think I love you..." Harry murmurs. "But Liam...." I choke out. "I know, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, just a thing in the heat of the moment I guess....." Tears silently roll down my face. "C'mere." Harrys says, holding me tight. I keep my arms up aganist his chest with his arms wrapped around me. We stay like that for a minute until I am okay. He leads me back to the livingroom, his right hand on the small of my back.

I sit back down next to Liam and he whispers to me, "Is everything alright?" I nod, and force a smile on to my face. I'll tell him. Not now. If Harry is within a mile of him, he'll kill him; he'll be ballistic.

I lay my head on Liam's chest as we all chat away. My pain right know is truly real.

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