Lego House *Addicted Sequel*

*Sequel to Addicted*
It had been 3 years since Emily left Harry at the airport. She was strong again and more famous and more successful than ever. She had finally gotten over Jacques. Yes, she still mourned his death, but she was ready to love again. She was on her way back to London, a place that she could truly call her home. But what if the man that she loves doesn't want her? What if he has moved on? A week before Emily is set to go home, she find out that Harry was done waiting. She doesn't blame him. But she really didn't like the fact that she had to find out that Harry was back together with Taylor Swift through a magazine. Hearts will be broken, lies will be told, and harsh words will be said. But in the end, can you really leave behind the one that had you Addicted?
*This novel will be updated every 5-10 likes/hearts*


8. The First Date


Special shout out to Ilove1Dforever10 and wolfy223 for their answers! 

My opinion on Haylor? I really didn't like them. She really needs to grow up. I liked her first two albums, but then she became so over exposed, and I feel like her music became ungenuine. It can't hers anymore, it's to much like everyone elses. She lost her unique style and became like everyone else. And then she started dating like EVERYONE and it drove me nuts. She really needs to figure her stuff out and stop writing songs about her ex boyfriends, because it makes her seem like she never actually cared about them, because she's exposing their private relationships, which is something that should be kept between the couple. And she needs to stop blaming others for her problems, because maybe she's the one with the problem to begin with!

Anyways, next question: what are your favourite things about each boy?


Chapter Seven

            Emily stood in front of her mirror, staring. She had no idea what Harry had planned for the two of them, so she didn’t know what to wear. She had texted him earlier on in the day, but he wouldn’t even give her a clue.

            “Louuuuuuuuu,” Emily whined into the phone, “if you can’t tell me what he’s planning, can you at least help me pick out what to wear?” She could hear El and Louis laughing on the other side of the phone.

            “Em, just wear something casual, but not too casual and nice, but not too nice. Get what I’m trying to say?” Louis wasn’t really in a position to talk to Emily right now.

            “Ugh fine, you’re no help. Go back to doing whatever you and El were doing.” Emily growled into the phone.

            “It would be my pleasure.” Emily could hear muffled laughing on the other end of the line before it went dead.

            “Gross.” Emily rolled her eyes, not even wanting to imagine what Lou and El were doing. She wandered into her room and rummaged through her wardrobe, finally settling on white jeans, the matching Ramones tee that Harry had given her years earlier, and a two toned leather jacket. One her feet were suede heels, just so she didn’t feel so damn short next to Harry. And finally, she stuffed her wallet, phone, and red lipstick into her oversized bag. She wore no make, only the red lipstick staining her lips.

And then she waited.


            Harry sat in his car outside of Emily’s house. It was 10 to 6. He had arrived early because he wanted to beat traffic. He needed to show her that he cared. But sitting there in front of her house was the scariest thing he had done in a long time. He wanted to love her with all of his heart, but he was scared. He couldn’t lose her again. He sighed, turning off the ignition. It was 5:59 pm.

            “Harry.” She breathed, opening the door for him. His breath caught in his throat. Every time he saw her was like the first time, and she got more and more beautiful each time. She was breathtaking. She wasn’t even dressed up, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He loved the fact that she was wearing the Ramones shirt he had bought her. He chuckled, causing her to raise an eyebrow. He slowly undid his flannel button up to reveal that he was wearing his matching Ramones shirt.

            “For good luck.” He shrugged. He held out his hand for her, and she took it. Immediately they felt sparks where their skin met. It was like falling in love all over again.

            “So, where are you taking me?” She asked, relieved to see that he wasn’t dressed up, and she had worn the right thing.

            “First, dinner at your favourite bistro,” he smiled, remembering how Emily had made him go to the bistro almost every night for 2 weeks before he finally put his foot down. She had an addictive personality, and when she liked something, she couldn’t get enough. He could probably say the same for himself, too. At least when it came to Emily. “And then after that…It’s a surprise.” He winked at her.

            “You’re not going to take me into the forest and chop me into pieces are you?” She giggled at her own joke, causing him to laugh and roll his eyes.

            “How did you guess?” He threw his hands up in the air, tugging on his hair, pretending to be outraged that she had guessed. She threw her head back in laughter, her shoulders shaking. There she was, there was the Emily that Harry had missed. He led her to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for her. She blushed; she had forgotten how much of a gentleman Harry could be. She loved it.


            “Okay! You can stop doing that! Emily, I mean it!” Harry covered his eyes with his hands, shaking his head vigorously. They decided that since it was a “first date” that they should tell each other facts about each other that they thought the other wouldn’t know.

            “What? Wittle Hawwy can’t take a little gore?” Emily wiggled her finger at him, tapping him on the nose. Emily had told him that she can make her eyes shake, and he didn’t believe her. So she decided to show him. Even though he thought it was odd, it was pretty cool, too. He thought it was unique, and it just added to the list of crazy little things he loved about her.

            “It’s not my fault you’re a freak.” He laughed at her, while she rolled her eyes at him.

            “Whatever, you love it.” She said with a big smile on her face, her little nose scrunching. Suddenly Harry’s heart felt heavy.

            “I do.” He looked at her, and the smile on her face faded as her heart sped up.

            “I know.” She whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

            “I never stopped.” He pressed on.

            “Neither did I.” She never broke her eye contact with him.

            “Good.” He took her hand in his and smiled smugly. Finally everything was the way that it was supposed to be.

            “Emily? Harry?” They pulled their eyes away from each other, turning to the voice beside them. Harry scowled when he discovered who it was. Emily gasped in surprise. She hadn’t seen Matisse in 3 years, since she left. They had only talked on the phone. Matisse, who had proved to be extremely talented, had ended up missing France. And it worked out for Emily, because she needed someone to take over her Paris office, so she sent him there to manage everything in Paris. She hadn’t expected him to be in London.

            “Matisse!” Emily stood up, awkwardly pulling him into a hug.

            “I didn’t know you two were back together.” He stated bluntly, his face twisted, trying to comprehend his own emotions. Matisse had never gotten over Emily. He knew that she would never be with him, and he knew why. But he just couldn’t shake the fact that he wanted to be with her.

            “We’re not. I mean…Well, we’re taking things slow.” She smiled over to Harry, who looked at her blankly in response.

            “Well…I should get going. I’m going back to France tomorrow.” Matisse nodded at the pair. “I do need to talk to you soon though, about Paris Fashion Week.”

            “You know how to reach me!” Emily giggled nervously as Matisse made his way out of the bistro. Emily sat back down in her seat. Harry was gripping the sides of the table, attempting to control his anger. He didn’t exactly know why he was so angry. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but Harry still blamed Matisse for being a part of their break up.

            “What the hell was that?” Harry hissed, not wanting to cause a scene, but unable to contain himself.

            “What? I said hi to him, Harry. It’s not a big deal. He still is one of my employees.” She rolled her eyes. He was so possessive. It was the one thing she couldn’t stand about him.

            “You basically told him that you’re still on the market! And I saw the way he was looking at you; it was like you were a piece of meat for him to eat!”

            “Are you kidding me Harry? Why are you making this a problem? I came here to date you, not to fight with you!” Emily was getting just as angry as him.

            “He is the problem, not me. He broke us up, in case you forgot!” He was standing now; everyone in the restaurant was quiet now, some silently filming the whole ordeal. Emily ignored them all, standing up to face him.

            “You and I both know very well that he was not the reason why we broke up, Harry. Or were you really not listening to me? You know what I think the problem is? I think that you really aren’t ready. You spent the whole time I was away sleeping with other women and trying to feel what I had made you feel, instead of thinking of the reasons why I had to leave. I don’t know if you know this, Harry, but I didn’t date anyone, let alone sleep with anyone, while I was in Vancouver, and trust me, I had offers. But you? Don’t you think it hurt me to see the articles, almost every other day, while I was at home, trying to be good enough for you? Can’t you see that, Harry?”

            “I’m sorry, Emily.” He whispered. He knew she was right, but he found it hard to admit to himself.

            “I think this was a bad idea. I think it’s your turn to take some time to yourself, and figure everything else out. It’s too soon. Call me when you’re willing to act like an adult.” And with that she walked out of the restaurant. Harry was too stunned to even go after her.




Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...