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?


19. Happy Birthday Zayn

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Emily's POV

It had been two weeks since the accident. I had spent my birthday in the hospital, much to my discontent. And coming up was Zayn's birthday. I was still going to be in the hospital though. They didn't really talk about it around me because they didn't want me to get upset over not being able to be there. On the day of Zayn's birthday, I woke up feeling better than I have in a long time. The nurse brought me my breakfast, smiling cheerfully. I was going to have to do something for this woman. She had to deal with me, my family, the boys, Simon, AND the media. Poor woman. Yet she remained cheerful and kind. 

"What's your name, by the way?" I said quietly as she rested my tray on my lap. 

"Sydney," she smiled at me, she seemed glad I was finally giving her real attention, "and by the way, you have a visitor." And she turned and sauntered out of the room, smiling at Zayn as he walked into the room. 

"Hey." He smiled at me. He was now 23. Wow, time passed by quickly. He looked really good, and happy today. Not his usual intense, brooding mood. 

"Happy Birthday Zayn!" I smiled brightly at him. No matter what, I would always love Zayn, even if it wasn't in the way he wanted me to. He looked to my food, confused. 

"Thanks, babe. Uhh, it's noon. Why are you eating eggs?" He looked grossed out. I just laughed at him. 

"Because I just woke up." I winked at him, grinning widely. 


Zayn's POV

She was looking better and better every day. Each time I came to see her there were less tubes connected to her. Today, there were none. Maybe she'd get to go home soon! I smiled at the thought. I watched her as she ate her breakfast, while she cracked jokes at the same time. I didn't understand her. But I loved her for it. She could take any situation and make it into something positive and uplifting. She was a special one. One of a kind. Lucky Harry. Even though we all knew she had chosen Harry, there was something in me that believed that I could still change her mind. I could make her love me. It was somewhere in her, I knew it. All I had to do was make her realize it. 

"Can I ask you something?" I looked up, fidgeting with my hands. I didn't want to know the answer, but I knew that if I never asked, I'd always regret it. 

"What is it Zayn?" She smiled, and I took a deep breath. This was it.

"Why didn't you chose me?" I couldn't look her in the eyes. I was afraid of what she was going to say. 

"I almost did." She sighed. I looked up, finally meeting her eyes, which were searching mine. 

"What?" I didn't even know what else to say.

"When I was in my house thinking, it was between you and Harry. I still remember the first time I met you Zayn. You took my breath away. And maybe Harry has an unfair advantage because of his resemblance to Jacques. I don't know. But there was something in me that made me choose Harry. It doesn't mean that I don't care about you." She looked up at me from under her eyelashes, her eyes glistening. I don't know why, but it gave me hope. 

"So there's still a way I can win you over." 

Harry's POV

"Zayn, don't." I had been standing at Emily's hospital door for  about five minutes now, at first to give Zayn his space with her, and now to hear their conversation. I heard Emily's voice catch in her throat. 

"Emily, one more thing?" I heard Zayn's voice pleading. That asshole. 

"What is it Zayn?" I didn't even want to know what he was going to ask her. It was his birthday and we all knew that he was going to use that to his advantage. 

"Kiss me." he breathed, "It's by birthday, and that's the only thing I want today." I heard her sigh, and the covers shift. I peaked my head into the room, not sure if I really wanted to see this. She stood up and walked towards him. He was still sitting. As she got closer and closer, the more and more I had the urge to scream out and stop her. But at the same time I knew that I had to let her figure out her feelings for Zayn. What I wanted most was for her to kiss him and then realize that she was meant to be with me. And for Zayn to realize it too. But somewhere in the back of mind there was a voice telling me that maybe she was better off with Zayn. 

"Zayn." I heard her whisper. She was right in front of him. He was still in his chair, but their foreheads were touching, both of their eyes closed. 

"Please. Just kiss me." He breathed. She just nodded, bringing her lips to his. At first, it was slow, and painstaking for me. But then is sped up and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. But as soon as it had sped up, it ended. Emily pulled away from him. He stood up.

"It's never going to be me, is it." She just shook her head. 

"I'm sorry Zayn. He's the one." I felt my heart lift. 

"Could you at least not tell him? Save me getting my arse kicked, too?" She laughed softly. 

"You know I have to tell him." Her voice was light, not wanting to hurt him even more than she already had. 

"I know. It was worth a shot though." He smiled sheepishly. He had gotten what he wanted, a kiss from her. And even though it didn't give him the outcome that he wanted, he seemed pretty happy with himself. I'd let him have that one kiss, if I could keep the rest of hers. 

"Happy Birthday Zayn." She hugged him once more. I moved back to the waiting room, not wanting make Zayn feel anymore humiliation.

"Hey mate." He came out, not wanting to meet my eyes. I just stood up and gave him a firm pat on the back.

"Happy Birthday, mate." I was being genuine. I wanted him to find a girl that made him happy, I just wanted that girl to not be my girl. As I walked back into the room, I could see that Emily was nervous. I gave her my most dazzling smile, hoping it would calm her down. I think it just made her more nervous. 

"Hello, love." I kissed her on the head. I for some reason watching her kiss Zayn made all of my guilt fade away. It didn't make her any less in my eyes. It was just something she needed to figure out in her mind to make her realize that she was mine, and always would be. 

"Harry, I'm sorry." Her voice was shaking, "I kissed Zayn." 

"I know." She looked up at me in surprise, "I saw. I saw the whole thing. And you know what? I'm glad you did. Now I know that you will never live with 'what if's' and you'll just be mine." She smiled, it was like a weight being lifted from both of our shoulders. 

"I love you, Harry." She sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around me. 

"I love you too." I kissed her hair, then her cheek, her nose, then finally, found my way to her lips.

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