Skinny Love

Emily is always unnoticed by Harry, she's invited over to his flat but he just uses her physically. She decidedes to take him day by day and except the fact that she is just a novelty to him. Emily is thrown around by Harry's other mistress that controls him and Harry can't find his own way out of his own hole.
Harry then realizes Emily has loved him all along and knows that she's been there since the beginning.

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1. Blind Optimism

"Did my heart love till now? for swear it, sight, i never saw true beauty till this night"
~William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet. 

       His face so full of beauty, his eyes green like an emerald. I ask myself why I love him, yet I still ucan't see him but can he see me? 
I sat on the chair in the corner with my knees curled up to my chest. I shivered in my skin from the room so cold smelling of his sweat and Armani cologne from his last night sex session with his mistress.  
He shot me a glance, an almost smile like he was enjoying me shivering and my teeth chattering. I tried to look away from him but I couldn't. His eyes grew dreary as he chuckled a "Hm" while acknowledging my existence. His long arm reached out and pointed to me, the tattoos showing designs of him and only him. His pointing finger curled and he mouthed "Come here" in a whisper. His curly hair shaped his cheek bone, his legs sticking out from the sheets as the white sheets only covered his inner thighs. I got up and sat on the foot of the bed, "Closer" he mumbled coldly running his fingers through his hair. I came closer to        Harry as he took me in his arms. He immediately kissed me, my lips and then my neck and so fourth. The thing about this moment was that I let him do what he wanted. I don't necessarily like it when he uses me for my body but just that little spark of feeling love was good enough. Harry will forget my name after we're done here. I let him take my body and rope my around him as he did what he wanted. 
We were doing it, by that means he was just having sex with me and I was making love. Two different sides but still tangled in one, he was aggressive but then again just using my body to get his little spark of pleasure in before he went on with his day. I won't lie, I loved him when he was with my physically. Those few moments when he mumbled and groaned because it was me, those were the perfect moment. The way his hand went on my stomach and pressed down almost too hard as he did his thing. I didn't say a word, still quiet and still almost like I was a doll.  We both climaxed, I just let my breathes take the control of that because I don't want to make too much noise. He breathed hard trying to catch his breath, as he did that I put my clothes back on and stood up slowly but the pain was almost unbearable. I sat back in my chair swiping the access sweat off of my forehead not even minding the fact he didn't care. Harry stood up off of the bed and went to get his clothes, a few minutest passed and he came back and walked right past me. His cologne lingered across the room, it was sweet and attractive. The scent burnt my nose a bit as it went up my nostrils and into my brain or so I thought. 
Again, he didn't acknowledge my existence as he left the room. 
Funny, he just had sex with me and he won't even look at me. All he's ever done is use me physically, every time I've been invited over I'm there for him to use me. I heard Harry open the door as the blonde girl flung in. She looked at me, and how my hair was messed up, and I had Harry's scent of me but she didn't know that. "Why is she here?" She bitterly asked looking at me disgustingly.  I looked away from her, "Look at me," she paused waiting for me to look. "Look at me? Bitch!" She ran to me and smacked me across the face. "Taylor, leave her alone." "No, not until you say sorry" she paused again, "are those....bite marks?" Her hand was on my cheek, she smacked me powerfully again. The hit stung for quite a while before she left. 
Harry looked at me, eyes of sympathy and then he left the room again. 
I quickly got up and took my bag, I was getting ready to walk out the door, Harry took my hang and pulled me back to him before I could get the chance to leave. "Emily, stay" he said demanding. "Funny, you know my name." I said in a mumble. "Stay" he said looking into my eyes. He was fooling me, knowing that I would give in because I can't stop myself. He acted like he cared, he didn't. "You don't care." I said. "If I didn't care then why did I fuck you all morning?" "That was for your own pleasure. Not me, Harry." He looked at me with a bit of anger and sat on the couch crowning his head on his hands. "Harry, we don't fuck, we don't have sex, we don't make love. All you do if have sex. I make love. There is no we or us anymore. I love you and I stay because of you and I am unnoticed every single day but I stay because you invited me to stay. I love you and you don't see it." I began to cry, not much because I don't want to show him I'm either stupid or ungrateful. "Come here" he said making room on the couch and looking at me. I went over and sat on the couch kind of away from him baring my face into my hands. 

 

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