Tough Love

Emily has had a tough life. She never thought that she would ever go to a concert, meet Harry styles, and that they'd fall in love...but as their relationship gets serious...how will they deal with constantly having to be away from each other? Will their relationship survive this Tough Love?

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13. Missing You

Harry's POV

The flight was long and boring. I couldn't stop thinking about Emily. I hope she's okay. She has her friends with her, so I'm sure they'll all comfort her, but I just wish I could see her, hug her, kiss her, just one more time. I know I'll see her again, but a week without her feels like a year, so being away from her for months will make it feel like years without her. I just want to hear, with me.

It's been one day since we landed in London. We have seven hours until we have to head to the O2 Arena for our show tonight. I really want to Skype Emily, but it's three in the morning where she is. I need to talk to her. I need to see her beautiful face and hear her sweet voice. I need to see how she's doing, so I don't care if I have to stay up all night. I'm going to Skype her.

The boys and I get into our limo to go to the arena. This is going to be a long tour. I love performing for the fans so much, but I can't help but miss Emily...a lot.

Emily's POV

I can't sleep. It's 3:15 in the morning, and I'm lying awake watching Safe Haven while crying into tissues. I miss Harry so much, it's only been a little over a day since he left. I don't know if I'll be able to survive being away from him for over five months. Steph and I aren't talking. I'm so mad at her. She's just jealous, and she decided to show it in a rude way. I need to talk to her though, because she was one of my best friends, but what she did was out of line, so when she's ready to apologize….I'll listen.

My brain feels like it's about to explode with my anger at Steph, and how much I miss Harry. It's all giving me a headache. I desperately need sleep. I turn my TV off, and close my eyes trying to fall asleep….but failing. I try to imagine that Harry is lying right beside me, but when I put my hand over where he'd normally lay, it only reminds me that he's gone, miles and miles away from me.

Harry's POV

The show starts in 45 minuets, and the boys and I are just finishing getting dressed. Lou does our hair, and the boys and I get in a huddle like we do before every show. Everyone wishes us good luck, and before we know it, we are onstage opening up with Up All Night. It's almost time for my solo, and I feel nauseous. I ate too soon before the show, and I've felt a little sick all day.

I get through my solo, and as the chorus comes, I feel dizzy and I lose my balance for second, but quickly gain it back. Louis notices and runs over to me. "You alright mate?"

"Yeah, just a little nauseous. I'll be fine though." I say with a smile

"Okay, let me know if you get to feeling really bad," Louis says giving me a pat on the shoulder.

"Okay, thanks," I say with a reassuring smile. Louis runs back around the stage singing the last part of Up All Night with the boys. I sing too, but quietly because of my headache.

After our 10th song, I feel as if I could pass out at any moment. I've never felt this way at one of our shows. Maybe I'm coming down with the flu or something. I feel so dizzy, and I have a pounding headache. I can't take it. I quickly run backstage, getting confused and concerned looks from the boys. I run into the dressing room and grab a glass of water. I swallow nearly the whole glass down, when I hear someone enter the room.

"What are you doing in here?" A voice says. I turn around to see our hairstylist Lou standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hi Lou, sorry I just feel…really sick." I say as I go to sit down on the couch.

"Well, are you going to be able to finish the show?" She asks.

"Yeah, I can't let the fans down. I just need a minute."

"Okay, I'll let Paul know."

"Thanks," I say as she exits.

I drink one more glass of water before heading back on stage.As I walk out, everyone cheers, making my head pound even more. The boys pat me on the back, as we move on to our next song.

Before I know it, the show is over and we are all back on the tour bus. I immediately head up to my bunk to rest, while the rest of the boys watch TV. I need to talk to Emily now. I grab my laptop and login to Skype.

Emily's POV

I'm so tired….I don't even know what time it is. I need to sleep, but I can't. I miss Harry too much. I am disrupted from my thoughts by the ringing of my laptop. I quickly open it to see that it's Harry wanting to Skype. I don't hesitate as I click accept, waiting for it to connect.

When Harry's face pops up on screen, he's lying in bed. He looks pale as he lets out a cough.

"Hey baby, I miss you so much," He says trying to smile. His eyelids look heavy and his cheeks are flushed. He coughs again. Is he sick?

"Hey, I miss you too… are you feeling okay? You look sick."

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine… just tired," he coughs yet again and sighs putting his hand on his fourhead.

"You don't look fine," I say, knowing there's something wrong.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I almost passed out onstage, and I feel so nauseous," he replies, his voice low and raspy.

I feel so bad for him. He's on tour, and he's sick. The fact that he almost passed out worries me.

"I wish I was there to comfort you," I say without realizing it.

"Me too baby, me too," he says, his eyelids closing.

"You need to sleep," I say. I don't want to stop talking but he needs to rest.

"Yeah, what about you? What time is it where you are?" He asks.

I look at my phone for the time. "5:45 in the morning," I say not meaning to yawn.

"Babe, have you slept at all?" His eyes finally open.

"No," I reply. "I can't..I've tried."

"You need to sleep, you look restless." He says his eyes full of concern.

"Okay, you need to sleep too," I say. I wish we could talk longer, but we both need our sleep.

"I'll Skype you tomorrow babe… Good night, I love you," he says, his eyes closing again.

"I love you too, good night," I say back with a smile. I end the Skype, and put my laptop on my desk. I lie awake for about 10 more minutes, until I finally fall asleep, wishing Harry and I were together.

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