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.


7. Paradise

So my packing is over, Harry is taking me to his house because he thinks it will just let us be together. I don't see why we're making this transaction from my house to his, but right now that's the perfect paradise. No more chair in the corner as I walked in, no more grunge. Harry has changed a lot in the past few days, he's shown the real Harry. He'd think I'd be frightened to come back here, but really in frightened to go back to mine. Harry put my bag in his room, I gave him a slight smile and took a real, long, and amazing look at his home. I've never really seen the true beauty of his older house. Large and beautiful, I don't see why anyone wouldn't want to live here. 
"What to do?" He asked putting his arms around my waist as he came up behind me. "As long as I'm with you" I said being completely honest. He kissed down my neck and to my shoulder, I smiled in the knowing he was being sweet. I turned to face him in my arms, feeling safe and at home. I don't know why he made me feel this way, but he did. I think the reason why I feel so at home is because I moved to London when I was young, I was on my own. I'm only eighteen, I moved here two days after my eighteenth birthday. Raging to get out of Indiana, I was stupid for moving but my parents weren't strong enough to keep me. I wanted to do things with my life ad if I would've stayed with them I wouldn't have the opportunities. I want to be big, a singer, musician, maybe a model. But right now I work at a Hollister in the mall. I haven't been to work lately because its my holiday. I get two weeks off, I'm thinking of quitting and trying to work on my music but how? 
This whole thing sounds unrealistic with Harry and I. But nobody really realizes how fast someone can change. Criticism is just a model to show that if you change, you change and if you don't you don't. People need to realize that we can change our lives in one split second. That's why I'm here with Harry. This affair with him and I was just a beneficial way of saying he loved me. Taylor wasn't even there to see what real love is. Maybe because she hasn't experienced it. 
"Are you alright?" He asked baring his face into my neck. "Yes, tired." I said holding him. Nobody can underestimate him, if you try, you get burned. He's just that way, Harry is the one that is forced to silence, he can't say much or it will blow out of proportion. If people who think that their life is over, over something frugal. They have no idea what these 'out in the spotlight' people go through. Forced to lie, forced to be with someone they don't want, example: Taylor. Forced to do things they would never do if they weren't in the spotlight. If Harry could just take it all back he would. But of course he'd keep the friends he's made, his four band mates as known as his brothers and his family. "Emily, it's getting late." He says groggily. "Is it getting late or are you just wanting to go to bed?" I smiled. "You know me too well." He pursed his lips and left for his chamber. 
I stayed for a moment to relax myself before getting too worked up. 
I sighed and built myself up, I walked into Harry's room. He was just being a good, perfect person who happens to be tired. I realized that there wasn't a chair in the corner anymore. There was no essence of the bad memories. The bad memories were only in my dreams. I kept my hand on the wall to where the chair used to sit. Pale blue and not much detail, I put my hand on the neck of it as if it where here. I can remember the itchy pattern of the stitched cloth holding in the uncomfortable filling. The way the chair slanted to the right dipping down from the wear. Thank god the chair was discarded from the room. 
  I glanced over at Harry, now sound asleep. The room was different, the smell of flowers on the terrace seeping in from the French doors were almost too sweet. A sickening smell if that, they triggered my gag reflexes. It was almost too controlling to excel. 
I slowly creeped across the room on my tip toes to the doors and shut them, I was surprised on how Harry can sleep through my ungrateful attempts. 
There were no more flowers through the air, it was a relief. London's street lights beamed in on the lightly painted beige walls. Made the light fixtures sparkle a bit, the way the lights lost its color when a car drove by interrupting my thoughts. 
I decided that it was time to rest, lord knows what tomorrow brings with this crazy city. 


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