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?


11. Christmas Goodbyes

Harry's POV

It had been a week since we got back, and my dreams of Felicity were becoming more and more frequent. It was like being with Emily was the cure for these dreams. As soon as Emily was gone, the terrors would begin again. Emily was my medication, the only way that I could stay happy. I got into my car and started making my way to her house. It was the last time that I was going to see her before Christmas. In the passenger seat was the present that I had gotten for her, all wrapped up. When I had finally parked and made my way to her doorstep, my heart started pounding. Something felt different. Something felt wrong. 

Emily's POV

I heard a knock at the door. I smiled at my client and excused myself. She was a pretty girl with blonde hair and dark green eyes. She looked very likable. Although she was a complete terror of a client. Super picky and wanted to change all my designs for her birthday party dress. Rich girls. But at least she had chosen me to be the designer of her dress. I stood up and made my way to the door. 

"Harry!" I opened the door and threw my arms around him. I wasn't expecting him for another half an hour. But it was okay. I was glad to see him. He pressed his lips to mine and I let out a little sigh. He made me feel amazing. We hadn't tried to have sex again since that first night, we were taking things a little bit slower this time. But the media was still going crazy over us and following us everywhere. A guy with a camera caught my eye and I pulled him inside. 

"Hold on." I rested my hand on his muscular chest for a moment before I returned to my client. She was standing, with her coat on, texting. I guess she needed to go. 

"Hey Em, look I need to go, but I like the blue design. I think it's a winner." She smiled at me and gave me a quick hug. I just smiled and nodded, tagging the page with the short blue dress on it. She made her way to the door, her high heels clacking on the floor. All of a sudden they stopped. 

Harry's POV

"Felicity?" What the hell was she doing in Emily's house? She looked at me, sadness flashed over her eyes, and was quickly replaced with cold. 

"Harry. Emily is doing the designs for my dress. And I already know why you're here." She smirked, "but you look good. We should catch up sometime. I still have the same number as before. Give me a call." She winked and then walked out of the door. Out of my life. Just like the last time. My heart was beating quickly. I stood there, once again, glued to the floor. I was stunned that she still had that effect on me. Emily came beside me, her hand on my arm, and suddenly I was filled with warmth again. Able to move. I took her in my arms. 

"Harry, what's wrong?" She mumbled into my chest. I just kissed her head and muttered nothing. I handed her the present and kissed her deep on the lips. I sighed. What was I going to do?

Emily's POV

After Harry left, I went into my bedroom and grabbed my suitcase. Time to go back to the airport. This time I was on a normal flight, and I wasn't crying. And it wasn't 4 am. This time everything felt good and complete. I sat in my seat and closed my eyes. I fell asleep right away. 

Harry's POV

When I got home, my head was reeling. Felicity. And Emily was gone back to Vancouver. I looked at my phone and scrolled through my contacts. My finger hovered over Felicity's name. I didn't know what to do. Emily and I still weren't official. She didn't want to label anything, or get too serious too quick. So what was the harm in meeting Felicity. But I knew my weaknesses, and I knew boundaries. Meeting with this girl would break all of them. But I just had to. I had to see if there was still something there. I pushed my finger down, lighting up her name. "Calling Felicity..." 

Emily's POV

It was Christmas morning and I was sitting in the kitchen with my family eating pancakes. I felt like I was 12 again, sitting and laughing with my family. We relived old memories and everything felt whole again. Just then my phone buzzed. It was Liam. I had gotten a lot closer to the boys in the past months, and I loved them all a lot. They were my London family. I had especially gotten close to Liam and Zayn. They both knew how to make me laugh and make me want to spill my heart out to them. I clicked the message and opened it.

Emily, I've been thinking about this for a couple days. I know that you are with your family, and I wouldn't want to upset you. But this is important. I don't want to see you hurt. And I want you to find out from a friend, not on your own. 

-Liam xx

Below it there was an attachment to a gossip website. My heart sped up. I almost dropped my phone when the page loaded. 

Harry Styles seen kissing mystery blonde outside of local London coffee shop. Two timing Emily?

And underneath there was a picture of Harry, my Harry, kissing Felicity. My head started spinning and all of a sudden, everything was black. 

I woke up and it was dark outside. What happened? I was in my room in my parents house. Someone must have carried my up here. I fainted. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. And then it clicked. Harry was gone. He had kissed another girl. One of my clients. I should have known, from the look on his face that day, to the immediate stop of the clicking of her heels. I was a fool. I was so blinded by him and his stupid eyes. The eyes that belonged on my beautiful Jacques. And then in clicked in me. I was with Harry because he reminded me of Jacques and made me forget him all at the same time. Maybe something in me really did like Harry. When you were with him he was an incredible guy. His sly smile, those dimples, and the sound of his raspy voice. But he was nothing like Jacques, and he never would be. He would never be good enough for me. Just then, something inside of me broke. I would never find love again. I lay back down on my bed and started crying. Loud sobs escaping my lips. Merry Christmas, Emily.

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