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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?

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29. Jealousy

So here is that chapter you've all been waiting for. Sorry it took so long. I started yet another fan fiction called Layers. I've written it in a completely different style, and I find it pretty damn amusing. Please check it out if you have the time.

MEANWHILE, most of you still haven't gone and hearted this movella. If every single one of you goes out and likes this movella, we will be on page FIVE of the populars pages. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go like this movella if you haven't yet. Thanks so much, my little addicts. Your support truly means the world to me <3

 

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Harry's POV

Really? Could I not just get a break this ONE time? Emily and I were back together, and things were going perfectly, but noooooo, Jacques' cousin had to rain on our parade. 

"Baby?" I heard her calling from the bedroom. I practically lived here now, "Can you zip me up?" I sighed, making my way to her room. My breath caught a little bit as I finally caught sight of her. She was wearing a long, and gorgeous white dress. It made her tan skin glow, and her body look longer. She was perfect. It made me think of what she would look like as a bride. My bride. I stepped behind her, trailing kisses down her neck as I zipped up the back of her dress.

"You look beautiful." I whispered into her ear. I watched her in the mirror as a smile erupted on her face.

"Well curly, I think it's time we got you fancied up." She turned around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her lips against mine. I felt the familiar burning in my heart as I inhaled her intoxicating scent. She really was a drug for me. No matter what I did, I always found myself craving her. 

In only 10 minutes she had me in a perfectly fitted tux, securing a bow tie around my neck. I took in my image in the mirror. The girl knew what she was doing. 

"The car will be here in a couple minutes, babe." She murmured into my ear. We were seated comfortably on the living room couch, her head resting on my chest. That car would take us to the event that she had organized for Matisse. Ugh. She was announcing his presence in her company, and we all knew that it would be a huge story for the media. People just ate up sob stories, and this one was sob, and then sealed off with a happy ending. I just hoped that I would be included in that happy ending. 

"I love you." I kissed her as we shut the door behind us. I was practically living in Emily's flat. She had given me a key, and I had a toothbrush and most of my clothes at her place. She told me I could come live with her permanently if I wanted to. I wanted to. 

"I love you too Haz." She leaned into me as I led her to the car, my arm around her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible. 

 

Emily's POV

As we stepped out of the car, we were blinded with flashing lights. 

"EMILY, HARRY, IS IT TRUE THAT YOU ARE MOVING IN WITH EACH OTHER?"

"DOES MATISSE CAUSE A STRAIN ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP?"

"EMILY, ARE YOU CHEATING ON HARRY WITH MATISSE?"

"EMILY, WHY DID YOU TAKE HARRY BACK?

"EMILY, IS IT TRUE THAT YOU SLEPT WITH ZAYN?"

These people were nuts, trying to get in on a life that they really knew nothing about, and I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of thinking they had cracked me. I kept my eyes forward, an easy smile resting on my lips. In the short time that I had been dating Harry (4 months), I had become accustomed to the crazy fans and flashing lights. It was something that I dealt with and put up with because I thought that Harry was worth it, but I would never enjoy it or get used to it. And what bothered me the most? Is that people actually thought I had or was cheating on Harry. 

"Don't even listen to them babe. They just want to see you upset. Their not worth it. We're much stronger than this." I heard him whisper in my ear, and my fake smile turned into a real one. I don't understand how he had such an affect on me. 

As we were standing in front of the press background, smiling happily at the pictures, we were broken from out concentration when we heard more yelling from the paps. 

"MATTISSE, IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH EMILY?"

"MATISSE, ARE YOU PLANNING ON STEALING EMILY FROM HARRY?"

"ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOOD? OR IS EMILY TAKING PITY ON YOU?"

"IS IT TRUE YOU THINK YOU AND EMILY ARE FATE?"

I watched as Matisse's face fell, before he quickly regained his composure. Harry tightened his grip around my waist as Matisse approached us. I honestly didn't understand why Harry was so jealous and protective around Matisse when he knew I was his and no one else's. 

"Matisse! Join Emily and Harry for some pictures!" I heard a photographer yell. He smiled at me before snaking his arm around my waist. Harry tugged on me again so that I was closer to him. I leaned my head towards Harry to let him know that I was his. 

"I love you, babe." He leaned over and said into my ear. 

"I love you too." I turned my head to be met with his piercing gaze. He kissed me slowly and tenderly. The crowd of photographers went insane, sending their cameras into overdrive. 

"Emily, do you think we could get a couple pictures of you and Matisse alone?" 

Harry reluctantly let go of me, giving Matisse a warning glance before walking out of the frame. 

"He's a little...uh...over protective, don't you think?" Matisse's french accent filled my ears. 

"He's just afraid of losing me again, that's all. The accident was hard for him. It was hard for both of us."

"Well, just be careful." He warned me. Why was he warning me? Harry had been nothing but good to me. But for some reason his words settled in the back of my mind, refusing to leave. We still had our arms around each other and were smiling brightly into the camera.

"YOU TWO WOULD MAKE AN EXCELLENT COUPLE!" a photographer yelled from the side. My face filled with alarm, while Matisse just let out a gruff laugh. I let go of him immediately, going to Harry's side. 

"I think they've gotten enough photographs." I grabbed Harry's hand and led him inside. 

 

As soon as we were inside the event, we were approached by dozens of people saying how much they loved my work, and Harry's music. We thanked them and moved on, making out way to out table. It consisted of me, Harry, Matisse, Liam, Eleanor, Louis, Zayn, and Niall and his date. Once we were settled down, Harry cleared his throat. 

"So, Matisse, why didn't you bring a date?" I looked up at Harry in shock as the words fell out of his lips. What was he trying to do?

"Uh, probably the same reason as these guys here." He gestured towards Liam and Zayn. Oh no, wrong answer, Matisse. 

"You mean to say you're in love with my girlfriend, too?" Harry raised an eyebrow before hissing out in pain as I kicked him under the table. 

"Will you excuse us for a moment?" I grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him away from the table. 

"What?" He shook his curls in annoyance, "I just wanted to prove to you that you need to be careful around him."

"You know, that's exactly what he said about you." I hissed. 

"Why the hell were you talking about me?" He was suddenly outraged. 

"Because you're so protective when he is around, Harry, do you not trust me?" I crossed my arms over my chest, as tears threatened to spill over. 

"No, baby, I trust you. I'm sorry," I felt his arms wrap around me, and much to my dismay, I instantly felt better, "I trust you more than you could imagine. I just love you so much, and I'm afraid to lose you. I mean any guy would be crazy not to want you, and it scares me. But this is your night, so let's go enjoy it." He kissed me softly, taking my tiny hand in his massive one and dragged me back to the table. He pulled my chair out for me and motioned for me to sit. I smiled at him graciously. He pulled his chair closer to mine and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I felt so safe when I was next to him. For some reason, Matisse was no where to be found. But it was time to make my speech, before formally introducing Matisse to the world. I kissed Harry on the cheek before releasing myself from his grip to make my way to the stage. 

"Hello everyone. First of all I wanted to say thank you for all the support every single on of you has offered me over the years. This company has always been a dream of mine since I was a little girl. I am always sad to think that one of my main motivations is the loss of someone that I loved. But Jacques' memory is what has kept me going through the good and the bad. He always told me that life is what you make of it, and you are the only one that gets to control it. So I took my life into my hands and I made this clothing company. The amount of success that I have, I feel as though I have no one to thank but him. So thank you Jacques. And this is why it is such a great honor to introduce you to Matisse. Matisse will be---" But I was cut off my the sound of clattering plates and loud gasps. I looked up, searching the crowd to find Harry on top of Matisse, punching him. 

"Harry! Stop!" 

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