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?

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13. The Trouble With Love...

Emily's POV

I lay in my bed back in London. What was happening to me? I couldn't ream of Jacques anymore. Every time I was about to fall asleep, I would beg and hope that his face would appear to me. But it never did. So I just closed my eyes and fell into the darkness. I had to do something about this. 

Zayn's POV

There was a knock at the door. I rolled over in bed and checked the time. 7:30 am? Who the hell would be knocking on my door at 7:30? I ignored it, hoping the person would give up and come back later. But then the doorbell rang. I groaned and got out of bed, not bothering to put on anything more than my boxer-briefs. If this person really wanted to see me, they would have to put up with my nakedness. I shuffled my feet to the front door. Bloody hell I was tired. 

"Emily?" I opened the door to see a red eyed Emily. Her hair was messy and she was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. I thought she looked beautiful, regardless. 

"I'm sorry, I know it's early, but Zayn I haven't been able to sleep, and there's no one else that I can talk to..." Her breath caught, cutting off her words as her face crumpled. 

"Oh Emily..." I pulled her into a hug as her tears rolled down my chest. I pulled her inside. Her sobs were shaking her whole body. I couldn't believe Harry. He hadn't called her, only a couple texts, begging Emily to talk to him. He had explained to us the whole situation. But in reality, he was too damn afraid of Emily to actually talk to her about it. He was afraid that if he confronted the situation, he would lose her forever. And there was a lot to lose. I picked her up, carrying her in my arms, up the stairs and to my bedroom. I lay her down, tucking her in. 

"Zayn?" Her sobs were quieter now. I sat down on the bed beside her. 

"Yes, love?" I whispered. 

"I can't sleep, I can't eat. I don't know what's wrong with me. Will you just hold me?" I looked at her and my heart couldn't help but melt. She was an angel. I lay down beside her, pulling the covers over both of us, and wrapped my arms around her. She fell asleep instantly. I pulled her close to me. You can't help who you love, right? Ever since the first time that we met, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get this girl off of my mind. And I thought that she might feel the same, too. The way she got lost in my eyes, and blushed. She was everything that I had ever dreamed of. But she fell for Harry the instant she saw him. I couldn't compete with that, could I? I rested my head on the pillow, and kissed her head. 

"You're beautiful." I muttered into her hair, finally losing myself to sleep.

Emily's POV

It was just a week after my 15th birthday when I had the courage to let Jacques know how I felt. I was done watching him flirt with other girls. He was my best friend, and he was my love. The funny thing about Jacques is that he could get any girl that he wanted with the blink of an eye, but instead, he spent all his time with me. That had to be a sign. We were lying in my backyard, soaking in the sun. I could feel my back starting to burn. I sat up, reaching for the sunscreen. I squirted a bit into my hand and reached around, trying to get to the middle of my back. I heard Jacques let out a snort.

"Do you want me to help you?" He said, laughing. His eyes crinkled slightly at the side, and I couldn't help but nod my head. I wanted him to. I couldn't deny it any longer. I held out my hand, and he scooped the sunscreen off of my hand and on to his own. The moment his hand met the small of my back, I could feel the electricity going through me. The same electricity that has kept me going and chasing my dreams for so long. 

"Jacques." The words caught in my throat. His lips were right next to my ear.

"Yes?' He whispered. I could feel his breath on my neck. I turned around, and there he was, smiling at me. I just stared at him, the words not coming out. He just smiled, taking my face into his hands. 

"I know, me too." And then he kissed me. His lips pressed against mine, and I could hear my heart beating in my chest. I loved this boy, and I would never stop. I kissed him back, opening my mouth, letting his tongue explore my mouth, wrestle with my tongue. We finally pulled away, both breathless.

"I have been waiting to do that since the day that I met you." He said, his green eyes boring into mine. 

I woke up peacefully. Rested. There were warm arms around me, holding me tightly to their chest. I lifted my head and craned it so I could catch a glimpse of who it was. Oh right. Zayn. He had a small smile on his lips as he slept. He looked beautiful, to be honest. Just then my phone buzzed. Harry. Again. He didn't even have the decency to call me. 

"Emily, please. It's not what it looked like. Let me explain. Please." But I ignored it again. And then my phone buzzed. This time he had called. I pressed talk. But I didn't say anything.

"Emily? I know you're there. Emily, please!" Harry's voice was hoarse and more raspy than usual. Even over the phone I could tell he was sleepless, hopeless, and just plain lonely. I almost felt bad for him. 

"Emily. I love you." His voice rang out in my ears. My heart froze. I dropped the phone. Zayn turned in the bed, waking up. 

"Oh, hi." Zayn's smooth voice called out, but he froze when he saw the look on my face, "Emily, is everything alright? Babe?" And then it dawned on me. Harry loved me. And I think Zayn did too. I looked at Zayn, and then at the phone and then back to Zayn again. As I was trying to make up my mind, a silky voice with a french accent echoed through my mind. Jacques.

"The trouble with love is, you can't help who you fall in love with."

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