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.


3. Invited

I woke up with my head pounding. 
I was in my bed, my house, my clothes. How did I get here? I thought I was still in the shower. Well that's when I remember I was awake last. 
I held my head as it throbbed repeatedly, all of a sudden I heard my television going in the living room. It's probably my mother who came from the states to help me get well. 
I slowly and carefully got up out of bed and walked to see what was going. I saw curly hair from the back of the couch. Harry. 
"What are you doing here?" I asked getting a bit choked up. "Emily, shouldn't you be in bed?" He raced to me. "Shouldn't you be in bed with Taylor?" I crossed my arms. He held my face and stroked my eyebrow grasping me and holding me in his arms tight. 
"No. I was worried sick about you" 
"We'll maybe you can start by explaining to me what happened." 
I sat down on the couch. 
"Well, Emily, um. You passed out unconscious laying in the bathtub and I rushed you to the emergency room." He said. "Why were you in my house. How did you get in?" I asked holding my robe up. "Emily, the key under the mat? Cliche" 
His hand was on my cheek, his eyes watery. "When I saw you laying there with your head bleeding and you were pale...I thought you were dead." 
A tear rolled down his cheek. "Harry." I touched his cheek wiping the tears away, was this him showing his love for me? Was he finally seeing what I've been giving him all along?
"Harry, Harry, look at me." I comforted him as he looked down, my hand on his back as his hands wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry for treating you badly as a friend. I'm sorry for using you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for not loving you like I should've been all along." He cried. 
I've never seen Harry this sensitive before, it's like he's changing his life. 
I took him in my arms, I'm emotional at sometimes too so it didn't take much for me to cry. "Why? Why are you telling me this now?" 
I pleaded as he buried his face in my shoulder, my hand was lost in his curls of his brown tousled hair. "Because, I didn't know how to tell you." I held him tighter, "Emily, I love you. I love you, I love you, a million times I love you. To mercury and back." He smiled looking into my eyes. I hate this whole sappy lovey dove stuff but right now I love this. "Harry, I've been waiting for you to say that since we met." 
My hand went on my head as it still throbbed. 
"So...where's Taylor" I made quite a funny face. He chuckled a bit in that regard but he answered. "She left, she threw her shoes at my face. She's gone. Once she was gone I went over here and now I'm here." 
I really, really, really hope he's not lying. 
I'm not trying to bash everything he does but I know how he works, he is a great actor so I'm not surprised of he's lying. 
Harry obviously is cracking, he's been under so much pressure. "Harry, I want you to stay. You don't have to worry about anything." 
I said as he sprawled back on the sofa. His arms flung back to his head to rest it. "Was I that sappy?" He said still with his tear struck face. "Yes, you said I love you enough." I smiled holding my head. "Good, Sometimes saying what you need to say is better than bottling it up." He sighed while running his fingers through his hair looking like a sex god and I'm over here looking like I've been hit by a Mac truck. 
Anyways, he was so beautiful, once again his scent mixed with Armani cologne and cinnamon lingered. 
His white t-shirt rolled up a bit showing his abs and his "Might As Well" tattoo on his v-line. He let out a few groans because he was exhausted but he was making sure I got a see for myself. His skinny jeans stopped at his feet, his feet rather large but I dismissed the fact. The thing was, is that Harry isn't doing this on purpose. His shallow breathes creeped up on his stomach, the butterfly showing through the white t shirt made me realize he was full of bad puns.  Nails on his arm, nail gun. Butterfly on stomach, butterflies in your stomach. What? He's very clever, everyone thinks he's stupid because he's a 'womanizer' he's not. He's just undecided. Maybe he's trying to live his life without having the publicity choose it for him. 
I hopped up off the couch to change, I went to my cupboard and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts I got from Victoria's Secret. Special gift from Harry on my birthday, I walked back out to him. He studied me as I sat back down. 
"How's your head babe?" 
He asks, I rub my head and sigh. 
"It's fine." He called me babe, that's probably a nice comment to know. Wait, are we more than friends? If he has changed, and if he is my boyfriend. He'll kiss me at the strangest moments and there won't be any awkwardness. "Are you sure?" 
He asks again knowing what he would be like if I said yes. "It's fine." 
I took my hand off of it, his body so fine and long like a statue. 
My hands went on his stomach at the opening of his rolled up shirt, I slid my hands up his plain white t shirt and kissed him. "I'm not gonna fight you on this" he said while kissing me pulling me to him. His warm body engulfed me in his display of affection. 
"Babe, your bed." He growled sitting wrapping my legs around his waist still managing to kiss me warmly. I kept kissing him like it was the last day of my life, Harry abruptly stood and carried me to my bedroom. 
He was already undressing as he was laying me down. I pulled off his shirt and threw it over my head and off the bed. Before long we were nude, all wrapped up in the sheets, yet were still kissing passionately. Harry's hands are all over me, grabbing me and kissing. His hair, his tattoos, his everything. Yes, this very night. We both made love. 


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