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.


2. Down Under

Harry took my hand, I wanted to love him but I wanted him to love me. "Don't act like you love me. You don't." I said bitterly, he can throw me out or yell at me but all he did was look sad. "I'd rather be with you than her." He said slowly baring me. "You're just saying that." A tear rolled down my face and onto his large hand on my leg comforting me. 
"Emily, you know me. I don't lie often. You know when I jlie." He said. 
I turned to face him "Everyday" I raised an eyebrow as I converted my verbal comeback. 
  I felt bad that his girlfriend was treating him like a bug on a windshield but that doesn't mean he can treat me like that either. 
Harry and I have been friends for two years, a year ago we've been friends with benefits. He wasn't a virgin but I lost my virginity to him so I fell in love with him. Not immediately, I fell in love with him in December of '11. 
I love him, I told him I love him and he still won't even give me the time of day. 
"Emily" he grasped my hand. "Now you care?" "I have been." He scooted closer to me as I gave up and turned to him. "Show me" I put my hands on his shoulders. He took my arms and kissed me passionately, "How was that?" He asked whispering in my ear. "That's lust. Show  me  love. " I said, I know he loves me. He picked me up and put my legs around his waist, he walked me into his chamber and let me down. "Sex isn't love, Harry" I looked up at him while he was straddling me. "Want me to show your or not." He kissed me and took my face in his hands and strokes my hair. "Trust me" he said with his english accent thick. "Harry..." I said as he rolled over on his back stopping himself from going further. "Emily?" Harry asked. "Yeah?" I looked at him.  He took my face and then trailed to my hair, "How much do you love me?" He asked looking at me with his eyes green. "I love y–" I paused, I turned to him on my side. "I love you more than my own life. I always have. And the fact that you don't acknowledge me hurts. The fact that you wake up every morning and I'm on that chair waiting for you to give me a look or a smile. When you invite me in your bed, you're warm and you somewhat hold me."  I felt my eyes get watery. He froze for a moment, probably thinking I was crazy. "That is the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me." He paused for a moment, his hand touched my face sweetly and he smiled. Deep dimples formed in the cheeks of his face and at the corner of mouth. "Come here you" he smiled and pulled me up on to the pillows of his bed. I looked at him, "Wait, do you love me" I asked with shallow breathes, he curled his finger around the chain of my necklace and played with the pendant that looks almost exactly like his around his neck. It's a little turquoise rock with sliver engravings around it making it appear to be a flower. "Hey," he chuckled, "I remember these. We got them at the market" he smiled big. "When  we  were best friends" I added in. "Were? We still are babe." He smiled. Harry was just enjoying himself now. I hated when he pretended. I know, I'm doubting him a lot but it's because I know what he does. He'll act like he's untreated in our matching necklaces and then fuck me for his own pleasure. I sighed in a big annoyance as his hand trailed up my leg. "What?" He asked frustrated. I just peered at him in remembrance of what we used to be, I shook my head and went on with it. I loved Harry, why not just let him and I have another sex/love war for an hour or two under the sheets. I mean, maybe he'll see that I really love him. But like I always told him, "Sex isn't better than love" I told him. "I know." He growled back and began to cuff my chin and kiss me. 
If I were stronger as a person emotionally I would make this whole thing disappear but this: I can't. I want him to do it, I really want to have that hour of time with him in bed. But I'm not a whore so who knows how long I'll be in this. 
Again, I wouldn't mind if he just did it already instead of teasing me until the end of the world. 
"God, if your going to use me for your own goddamn pleasure–" he paused me and kissed me again, all I wanted to do is let him take over instead of me whining. Maybe he's got something planned. 
No, this is Harry were talking about,  he doesn't plan shit. 
He finally did his daily routine, us both still on the same thing him on sex and me on love. 
He laid down next to me on the right,
I turned away from him and pulled the sheets over my body. I felt his hand grab onto my arm and he pulled me to him. It felt so comfortable there, his body smelling of sweat and his cologne. It was perfect, or more or likely, he was perfect. 
"I want you to stay." He solemnly said. "Do you mean it?" I asked knowing I'm asking loads of questions but I'm testing to see if he's real or not. What happened to my best friend I've known for two years? What happened to the boy who was cheeky and full of bad puns that no one got. Not even his best friends he's in a band with got. Not even his other best friend, Louis gets him now. Nobody does and it breaks my heart to see such a beautiful person grow so cold and fond of the fact that he's still young. He's moving to fast and Taylor is a prime example of it.   
I began to get up, now I'm the one who won't acknowledge him, fighting fire with fire. 
"Where are you going?" He asked. "Emily?" He said my name, I turned around faster than lighting. He was looking at me like I was ludicrous. 
"I don't want to be your doll forever Harry." I said with cold eyes, I've already stated the fact of realization he's the foolish one. He needs to understand the line between love and lust. Because his allegations aren't working out very well. 
"Then don't be." He got up, his hand took in my arm because his hands were rather large. 
"I'll show you, let me show you that I love you." 
"How many times have you said that? Hmmm, too many" I said putting on my jacket. "
"Oh please." He scuffed. "Hey, better get dressed your princess is coming" I said shoving his shirt into his chest as Taylor arrived. 
I decided to go out the quick way and climb out his window. Harry looked at me and sighed "Em–" he put his hands through his hair again knowing what he had to do. So did I. 
I began to walk off into the streets if London and I was broken. 
I can't stay away from Harry, not right now. But I'll go home and change and take a shower because I need to just make myself better. 
My flat wasn't so Far away from his, still quite of a walk but it wasn't bad. 
I finally got home, I dropped my bag and went straight to the shower. I felt as if I was going to pass out, I was dizzy and I hunched over and cried. 
I was feeling myself being pulled down and that was the end of what I remember. 


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