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Emily, the 17 year old directioner, from London. Who like most of the population of teenagers all over the world dreams of marrying him, her dreams get lost, is it really close to happening? No. This mystery man would give her feelings that no one else could give her, love, lost, and hatred. Would never seeing him, or thinking about him again going to help. surely not. Well, you could say that this story, these events would leave you wanting, wondering, maybe even crying.

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9. I'm just out of love, out of hope.

These days were hard without Harry. Everything about him reminded me of him. His scent was still on my bed. It smelt like coffee, warm and comfy. He had ONE shirt he left behind, under my bed. It sounds strange but I slept near it on my face every night. It felt warm on my face, like he was actually laid with me. Everything about him, even when my family mentioned him, made me cry. 

I was spending most of my days in my room, and even at school, I didn't speak to anyone. Chloe moved schools through the amount of grief she was getting from me, and I had no one. My father made no contact with me, and my mother was always crying. She said she wasn't but she was. Every night, on the phone to the management of fathers work. Asking for him. She cannot be asking for him. I've lost him for nothing! 

I was in my room, just going through my mums mail. Bill's, Bill's, Bill's..But then I came across something different, in joined up writing. It was labelled Emily Brookes What was this? I opened it. Then something took my breathe. It said:

Dear Emily,

             I know you hate me for what I did, I ruined your family. I left you broken hearted. But believe me, I love you. I need you. I can't go through a day without thinking about you. Your perfect. I just wish your father understood that we loved each other. I love you unconditionally. I really do, so if your willing in forgiving me, ring me. You know my number. But if you really hate me, you'd have deleted it wouldn't you? ha! Well. If your like me, You'd be reading this crying. Like I was writing it crying. I cant possibly tell you how much I love you, but believe me. I love you a lot. And if you need me, like I need you, you'd come outside at around 9pm tonight. Look out your window, and I promise I'll be there. I need to see you. I really do. And if you don't want me, that's fine. But I NEED YOU! I need to see your gorgeous face again. I'll have flowers;)

I love you, Harry xxxxx

What was I just reading. I read it again to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But it was true. True life. He really did love me. I felt a warming in my throat. Then it spreaded everywhere. I didn't know what time it was. I ran down the stairs. "MAM WHAT TIME IS IT?!" I shouted. I spoke. The first time. "..EMILY. ITS 8! AND WHERE IS THAT MAIL I ASKED YOU TO GET!" She said. She gave me the time. I didn't hear anything else. "OK!" I replied. Not telling her where the letters are. I ran back up the stairs. 8 O'clock, one whole long hour. Maybe he'll come early. I decided to get a shower and put on some decent clothes. I didn't want to look like death any more! 

I looked at the clock 8:50. It's time. I decided to tell my mum that I was going to my friends house. She couldn't know. I walked out of the door and slammed it. I waited, the freezing cold. 

I saw a speck, that changed to a blob, and that blob changed to a figure. It was him. I smiled, but felt weak. He kept his promise and got flowers. I finally saw his face. Smiling. But his cheeks were red through the cold. 

"EMILY I CANT SAY SORRY ENOUGH!" He shouted running to me. I ran too, "HARRY IM SO SORRY. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" I asked. He got to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Emily, I did it for you! I did it so that..that dick didn't hurt you. I knew I'd come back for you!" He said, rubbing his face against mine. I smiled. "I can't tell you how angry I am with you.." I said, serious now. "I lost everyone..I have been horrible!" I added. Harry laughed. "Well, you know what I've been doing? Reading our secret texts we sent. The boys aren't even mad with me! I'm thankful for that. But right now, your the most important!" He said, then he chuckled. He leaned in, even more close. Was he trying to kiss me? How? We can't possible be a  item! But I would definitely give up everything for him, to be with him.  I decided to laugh, and bit my lip. I kissed him. I was slow and romantic. A passionate kiss. It was like the movies. 

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