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?


26. Him Again?

Harry's POV

When Emily came home that night, I was instantly worried. Something felt off. When I strolled out of the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks, she was laughing to something someone with a french accent was saying. When I rounded the corner, she stopped, and smiled at me. 

"Hey babe, this is Matisse, my new designer." She came over and kissed me on the cheek, linking her arm in mine. But I just stared at him. He looked so familiar.

"'Ello" He smiled at me with his ridiculous French accent. I don't know why, but I really didn't like this guy. 

"Hi." I stuck my hand out for him to shake. I gave him a very firm grip, and I sure did enjoy watching him flinch. 

"Tea anyone?" Emily's voice rang out from her kitchen. I just nodded, making my way to the kitchen, Matisse following closely behind me. I went behind Emily as she was putting the tea bags into the mugs, and held her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. 

"I love you." I whispered in her ear. I couldn't say it enough. I needed her to know that if everything went to hell, I would still be there waiting for her. 

"I love you too, Haz." She whispered back, I feel her smiling. She turned around with the mugs, her cheeks still red from our little exchange, and handed Matisse his mug. 

"Merci beaucoup Madamoiselle." I just rolled my eyes. 

"Pas de problem." Emily smiled, speaking in a flawless French accent. My mouth dropped a little bit. I didn't know she could speak French! It was actually quite sexy. Matisse's eyes flashed to me, noticing my shocked expression, and sent me a smirk. What a pretentious jerk! Emily and I grabbed out mugs and we all made out way to her tv room. For some reason a picture caught my eye. It was sitting on a side table, framed perfectly. I noticed the massive smile on Emily's face in the picture. She was smiling brightly into the camera, her arms wrapped around Jacques. 

"Harry?" Emily called out, breaking me from my spell. I felt warm water pooling around my feet. I looked down, noticing that I had dropped my mug. But I didn't care. 

"He's Jacques." I whispered under my breath. Emily stood up, the color rushing from her face. 

"I was going to tell you as soon as he left!" She rushed to me, also ignoring the mug. "Harry, I swear." She wrapped her arms around my waist, not taking her eyes off my face, trying to get me to look into her eyes. But I couldn't. I felt like I could never live up to this legendary Jacques. No matter what I did, I would never be as good for her as he was. 

"Matisse, you should leave. I'll see you at work on Monday." Emily still didn't take her eyes off of me. As soon as I heard the door click, I was finally able to meet her eyes. 

"You need to fire him." She stepped back, appalled. 

Emily's POV

"You need to fire him." Harry's words echoed through my mind. I released my grip around his waist, taking a step back. believe me, if I could, I would. but I had already sent in the information to my publicist, Jenny, and I knew that she would be releasing the information to the press. Having Jacques cousin on board with my company would be the best thing imaginable. Once people caught wind of it, our cause would become even more legitimate. And not to mention the fact that his designs were incredible. 

"I can't." I looked at the ground, not able to meet his eyes, I knew how angry he would be. 

"What do you mean you can't?!" Harry roared at me. 

"He's Jacques cousin! I can't just fire him! Do you know how much this probably means to him? And Harry, please, there's no need to worry. He may look like Jacques, but he isn't Jacques. And I know you still worry because that's what attracted me to you in the first place, is you eyes. But that's not the reason that I fell in love with you." His eyes brightened when I said that. He closed the space in between us, wrapping his arms around me once more, pressing me against the wall. 

"And what exactly made you fall for me then?" He smirked, fishing for my answer. 

"I love your dimples, I love your smile. I love the way you bite your lip when you see something you desire. I love your raspy voice. I love the way you look at me, like there's nobody else in the world. I love the way you make everything seem like home. I love you because you are Harry." He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me softly on the lips. At first it was just light, our lips barely touching, but then it became more urgent. He bit lightly on my lower lip, causing me to let out a moan. 

"Alright, love. I think it's time to get back to bed." He hoisted me over his shoulder, his hands resting on my bottom, squeezing lightly. 

"It's true Harry. I love you more than you could ever imagine, and nothing will ever stop me."


A/N: Does anyone actually read my notes? If so, comment with "#Hemily"! Anyways I'm sorry it's a short chapter, but I'm having writers block for this movella. I just started a new book called "Revenge" and I'm really liking where it's going. I will be updating it more than this. So check it out! Thanks <3

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