Now Or Never

Niall and Emma got along from the day they met. Both the same age, Niall being 6 months older than Emma. They’ve known each other since they were three. The two spent every day with each other. And by coincidence they were in the same classes. They were two peas in a pod, the best of friends, almost like siblings I guess you could say. Until one day everything went downhill. As they were both 8, Emma’s mother died. In addition, her father started drinking and smoking and eventually went into depression. Emma and her father had moved from Miami, Florida to Los Angeles, California. The two inseparable were torn apart.

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23. That's Not Harry

~Emma’s POV~

Harry walked in with another girl following behind him. “Harry, who is that?” I asked trying to stay calm. He ignored me and kept walking. He made his way to the steps.

Zayn stopped him in his tracks and grasped his arm ferociously, “Mate, what are you doing? You’re not actually going to fuck this chick are ya? I mean, you have a girlfriend.” Not once did Harry look at us, not even a glance.

Harry spoke up for himself, “Not anymore. Emma, you can go fuck Niall. You know what, Zayn. Why don’t you join them and have a threesome.” He chuckled. Zayn gritted his teeth and raised his fist to punch him but Harry shook out of his grip and continued to walk up the stairs. Niall held back Zayn from beating the death out of Harry.

I stood there frozen on the spot. My legs felt weak and I dropped to my knees. Louis caught me as I slumped over his shoulder. “That’s not Harry.” I whispered to myself and Louis. “That wasn’t Harry.” I said a little louder. “That’s his evil twin right? It’s gotta be that. Yeah, that’s it.” I spoke out loud as I tried to convince myself that wasn’t the Harry I knew. That wasn’t the prince charming I fell in love with. I laughed and it sounded kinda of psychotic.

Louis rubbed my back, “I think we all want to believe that. But unfortunately that was Harry. It was Harry physically but it definitely wasn’t Harry mentally,” He said trying to comfort me. I grabbed onto him and cried into his shoulder.

“I know, but I don’t want to believe it. That wasn’t Harry. I don’t want to believe that was the loving and sensitive prince charming I knew. It can’t be him. That can’t be the man that held me so close just a couple hours ago, the one who gave me a good morning kiss. That can’t be him. He’s some evil cold man, that’s not Harry.” I sobbed and sobbed into his shoulder, “Just please, s-someone please, prove to me that isn’t the Harry Styles I fell in love with.” I sobbed even louder. Louis lifted me onto the couch and I sat in his lap crying into his chest like a little baby.

“I’m sorry, baby. That’s not the Harry you fell in love with personality wise. But it is Harry, a Harry who mysteriously changed in a short amount of time. I’m sorry, love. I hate to see you in this state as a friend. I’m sorry.” He kept apologizing and rested his chin on my head. He kept rubbing my back that kept moving from all my stuttered breathing.

“HARRY!” I yelled hoping he would come down and kiss me like it was the last time he would ever see me. “Harry…” I sobbed as I realized he wasn’t coming down anytime soon. Everyone looked at me with faces full of sympathy. I stopped crying just for a moment and heard moaning and profanities coming from my room. I covered my ears and cried with no mercy. I cried and cried and Louis rocked me like a baby moving back and forth.

And again everyone was looking at me, some angry and some sad. But there was one thing for sure, this sight was so terrifying to me that I wasn’t the only one crying. Dani cried next to Liam. I knew that those tears weren’t for herself, but for me. She was crying out of sympathy for me. She didn’t know me that well and yet it was like she could feel what I was feeling.

Zayn walked over to me and Louis, “Mate, if you don’t mind, I’ll take her.” He said. Louis nodded.

“Ohhh, no.” Liam rejected. “You already know what I told Niall, we don’t need things to get any worse.” He said but I could hear none of what they were saying.

“It’s alright. I’m doing this as a brother figure. Not a man looking for love.” Zayn reassured him. It took a bit but Liam nodded in approval.

Zayn picked me up and carried me downstairs to the basement where he continued into the secret room we had. He knew me so well, I couldn’t hear Harry being pleasure by some other girl. Even so, I cried until I was dry of water. Zayn unfolded the futon into a bed. He laid me on the bed and covered me in the silky duvet. I stopped crying, thinking I couldn’t hear it, but my cries were what kept me from hearing them. I thought being this far down, we wouldn’t be able to hear them but the noises were still there, it was dim yet I could hear it so clearly. It was like it was the only thing I could hear right now. I began sobbing once again. Then I heard Zayn, “Shhhh, it’s alright, baby girl.” He started singing and I could no longer hear their profanities. My cries proceeded and became quieter as he kept singing. He laid next to me but on top of the duvet. I drifted into sleep from his angelic voice as he serenaded me to ‘Tiny Dancer’ by Elton John…

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

 

Jesus freaks out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

 

Piano man he makes his stand

In the auditorium

Looking on she sings the songs

The words she knows the tune she hums…

 

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