The Payne He Left Me

Life had gotten worse for poor Emily. After Liam and the boys left breaking her heart, everything went down hill. She has tattoos and peircings, smokes, cuts all up and down her arms, and sees a counselour twice a month. To top on that, she hates her job at Starbucks, and James got a boyfriend and doesn't see her often. Mostly, she's all alone besides her cat. But when she runs into someone special, what will happen?

~**Sequel To 'Why Do You Hate Me, What've I Done?'**~


6. Who to choose?

I tiredly open my eyes. "Mhmmmm..." I groan, the sunlight in my eyes. Thank god I have today off a Starbucks. And good thing it's summer. I roll over. I don't want to get up, but I have to clean up around my flat today. And sulk over Liam. I get up and throw on some sweatpants and an old Bob Marley t-shirt.

I make up my bed and dust off everything in my room with a warm wet rag. I pick up all my clothes from the floor and put them in the basket in the closet I call the laundry room. It's just a dark closet with a washer, dryer, and a fold-out ironing board.

 I basically clean until like three o'clock. By then I'm starving. I bet since Liam and I'd broken up, I've lost like fifty pounds. I weiegh about ninety pounds. I know, unhealthy, but it's better than being fat. I eat a sandwich and some crisps, then decide it's time for my moping. I put on a film, cut the lights off, and curl up on the couch with a pint of icecream and a fluffy quilt.

I'm nearly asleep when there's a knock on my door. I moan, not wanting to anwser it, as it was probably just Liam or Zayn.

"Em, I know you're in there. But, hey, if you don't  want to talk to me, I get it." I grin, reconizing his voice. Harry.

I get up and open my door. "Hi Harry." I say. "Hey babe. Can we talk?" I sigh, and nod. "Of course, come on in."

"So, what's up?" Harry says putting his hand on my thigh.

I basically pour my soul out to him. About how much Liam hurt me, and how I dealt and still deal with it. Pain. Cuts. Smoking. Crying. Therapy. Starving. Skipping school. Everything. What Christa said. What Cam did, beating me up. I showed him some scars too. How his directioners snicker and shit. But when I tell him I still think I love Liam, I see hurt in his eyes.

"But I'm not even sure, Harry. That's the thing. I'm such a fool." I sigh, my face in my hands.

"Don't say that Em. You're amazing. Beautiful, talented, sweet, caring, nice...." He drifts off moving his face closer to mine. He looks at my lips, then my eyes, and leans in closer. I don't care. I lean in closer. Finally, our lips touch. It was amazing.

When the need for breathe comes, I pull away. He smiles cheekily at me, and takes my hand in his. I smile back and look at the ground. "Emily, I know you may still have feelings for Liam, but... would you ever consider going out with me? Because... I love you."

I smile, and look back up at him. "I don't know Harry..."

"Pleaseeeeeee?" He whines.

"Pleaseeeeeeee give me some time?" I mimick.

"Take all the time you need." He grins, kissing my forehead. We sit there for hours, cuddling and watching movies until he leaves around nine. I go to bed that night with a huge grin on my face. Only one question though-

Who to choose?


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