Addicted [Completed]

18 year old Emily was always an ambitious girl. With long brown hair, deep brown eyes, she could have cruised through life with her good looks, but instead she pushed herself further and accomplished all that she wanted. She never felt the need to have a man in her life, but when she meets Harry Styles, all if that changes. Her life becomes a roller coaster ride that won't end. Harry brings her hate, and he brings her love. But when one of his fellow band mates falls for her too, will it all change?


30. Changes.

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Harry's POV

"I'll do whatever it takes," I rounded the corner to the men's room, only to hear an all to familiar french accent, "I know she's with Harry now, but her and I? We're fate. I just need to show her. He has nothing on me, I swear. I mean she did this whole dinner for me, she must feel something. I don't care what I have to do, or who I have to hurt, but I'm going to make her mine." He hung up the phone. I hid behind a door as his footsteps neared where I was. As he passed by, I froze, holding my breath. He made his way back to the table as Emily started her speech. 

"What the hell, mate?" I grabbed his shoulder, causing him to turn around. All I could see was red. I didn't care who saw us. This man was dead. 

"Excuse me?" Matisse but on an innocent face, but by the fear in his eyes, I could tell he knew that I had heard him. 

"Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend."I growled at him. 

"Harry--" The boys called, alarmed, from their places at the table. 

"No," I cut them off, "I heard you on the phone. You're gonna do whatever it takes to take her away from me? No matter who you hurt? Sod off mate. I have waited so long for her, fought so hard, and there is no way in hell I am going to let you take her away from me. Over my dead body." 

"Look, I know you think you love her, but there is no one she belongs with more than me. And as for your dead body? It would be my pleasure." He smirked at me. All at once, the boys were beside me. No one threatened one of us and got away with it. 

"Look, Matisse, Emily cares about you, but don't talk to our lad like that." Zayn hissed at Matisse.

"He's not good enough for Emily. He should just leave, really. I'm going to get her in the end anyways." And all at once I was on top of him, my fist making contact with his face. 

"Harry! Stop!" I heard her voice, but it didn't register in my head. 

"STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FRENCH BASTARD!" I hit him one last time before I was pulled off by a hefty security guard. 

"Should I escort him out, miss?" The guard looked at Emily. There were tears in her eyes, and she was kneeling beside Matisse. The look in her eyes broke my heart. She was afraid of me. 

"No." She whispered, standing up, "I'll do it myself." She frowned at me, taking my arm and pulling me through the crowd. 

"Emily--" I reached for her once she had locked us in the ladies room. 

"No! Don't touch me." She hissed at me, flinching away from my touch. I looked down at me hand to see it bruising. Damn it. 

"Baby, I'm so sorry, let me explain."

"You ruined this night, Harry. You said there would be no more jealousy. You said that this was my big night and you wanted me to enjoy it, but instead you ruined it all by punching Jacq---Matisse. By attacking Matisse." My eyes widened as she slipped up on Jacques name. 

"Jacques? Emily am I ever going to be enough for you? I try so hard to make you happy, and I think I have done it, I think that I make you happy. I know it. But you fight it. Everything always leads back to him, and it's too much. I get that it's hard, and that you are still struggling, but why can't you let yourself be happy? There is a reason that we can't keep away from each other. I love you, Emily, more than anyone or anything I've loved in my entire life. You know I won't be able to walk away, I love you too much. But can you ever love me as much as you loved him? Will I ever be enough?" I took a step towards her, and this time she didn't move. She was rigid. I cupped her chin in my hand, pulling her face up to look in my eyes. Tears were streaming down her face. I looked deep into her brown orbs trying to make sense of what she was thinking, but they were blank. 

"I don't know." She whispered. "I don't know, Harry. You know I love you. More than anyone else. But I don't know that I need you as much as you need me." 

"Please. Don't walk away." I managed to choke out between my sobs as I realized what she was saying to me. 

"I'm sorry Harry." She tried to pull away, but I held onto her, forcing her against the wall, forcing her to look into my eyes. 

"Tell me then," I hissed into her ear, "tell me that you don't love me. Tell me that you don't need me. Tell me to walk away and never look back, because if that's what you really want, I will do it. Because if you haven't fucking noticed, I will do anything for you, Emily. Anything, because that's what you do when you love someone."

"I can't." She looked into my eyes, holding me to her. 

"You can't what?" 

"I can't tell you to walk away and never look back, because one day, I want you to come back into my life." 

"What the hell does that mean Emily?" I was almost shouting now, but I didn't care.

"It means, that maybe we should cool off for a bit. Because honestly Harry, I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore. I love you so much that it hurts, but I can't get Jacques out of my head. And you're right, it isn't fair to you. So I think I need to take some time to figure this all out before I can give you all of me. Believe me Harry, I want to so badly, but I just can't. There's something in me that can't let do, and I need to find a way to get my closure before I can be with you. Because I want you to be my endgame, Harry, but I can't do that right now, because I'm so hung up on Jacques. I know it's dumb that I"m hanging onto the memory of my dead boyfriend. It's fucking pathetic, and unfair. But he was my best friend, Harry, and I feel like moving on from him completely will be like saying that he never meant anything to me. And I know that's not true, but I'm just so fucking scared. I'm scared that if I give someone all of me, if I love someone the way that I loved him, that their just going to be taken away from me. And I don't think I could go through that again, Haz. If it happened again I would break, and stay broken forever."

"Emily Binks. Out of all the crazy things that you are, you are not pathetic. I just want you to know that. But are you sure this is what you really want? Please say no." I held her gaze, as her eyes filled with more tears. I knew it was going to be the end. 

"I'm sorry, Harry. But this is what I need," she leaned back on the sink counter and took a deep breath, closing her eyes, "I think I'm going to go back to Vancouver for a bit, get a place there and run my company from there. I need to get away, Harry, go back to the root of all of this. I'll let you know when I'm back. But I think it would be best if we didn't contact each other too much. It would just be too hard. I'm sorry Harry. I really do love you, I hope you know that." She sighed as she let her sobs take over her body. I rushed to her side, taking her in my arms. 

"I know, Emily. I know. I love you too."

"Good bye, Harry." She whispered. And right then, my heart shattered into a million little pieces, and I didn't know how I was going to find them all again. 

No One's POV

It had been two weeks since the disaster dinner. Emily was packing up her flat, and Harry was a mess. So was Emily, but she knew that she was doing what was best for both of them. She had to figure out why she couldn't let go, and maybe even let go, before she could be with Harry. And hopefully he would wait for her. 

"Mate, get out of bed." Zayn tugged at the blankets covering his friends rank smelling body. 

"Fuck off." Harry grumbled from his bed. He had barely showered, eaten, or talked to anyone since he had gotten home from the dinner. 

"You need to shower Harry, you smell like a dead cat." Niall's Irish accent filled the room. 

"Don't talk about cats like that." Harry rolled over, giving his bandmates a full view of his naked bum. 

"Hey, there's the Harry we know and love. Defending cats!" Louis jumped on top of his best mate, ignoring his smell and his nakedness. 

"Go away. I don't want to talk to anyone." Harry struggled to breath under his friends weight. 

"No can do, mate. You know what today is? Today is the day that Emily is leaving. And we refuse to let you give up." Liam tugged Louis off of Harry, and then attempted to get his curly haired friend out of bed.

"She asked me to leave her alone, so that's what I'm going to do." 

"But what if you had this?" Zayn placed a box beside Harry's head, opening it, forcing Harry to look at it. Inside the velvet box was a beautiful diamond ring. Just like the one that Emily had always said she wanted. It was an offer Harry hoped she wouldn't refuse. 

"She's going to say no. And then I'm going to be back where we started. Lying in bed, smelly, hungry, naked, and broken." Harry leaned over, attempting to pull the covers over his body again. 

"No Harry. Go shower and we'll get you to the airport. You'll regret it if you never try. And so what if she says no? You can't be sadder than you are now." Niall pointed out. 

"True." Harry sighed, weighing his options. He could either sit here arguing until the boys dragged him to the airport, smelly and sad looking, or he could clean up and face the inevitable. He threw his legs over the side of his bed, and marched into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 

"I told you he'd come around." Harry heard Louis say from behind the bathroom door.


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