Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


20. CH. 20

"Because they could kill you."

I wasn't quite sure how to react to this. "Wh-What? Why?" was all I could ask.

"Lets just drop this for now, please?" He asked. I licked my lips before replying. "Ok." I said with a nod.

He sighed and the rest of the car trip was just awkward. He pulled up to my apartment building. He put the car in park and began to speak. "Hopefully we could hang out tomorrow and forget about all of this." He said. "Yea. Hopefully." - "Well, goodnight, Em'." He said as he hugged me from across the center console. I hugged him back, then stepped out of his car, shutting the door behind me.

I stood still on the sidewalk, watching as Niall pulled away from to the parking lot and off to wherever he was going next.

I let out a sigh and slowly walked up to my apartment. I was so tired I almost felt like falling asleep on the stairs.

When I got to my room, I unlocked it with my keys, obviously.

I almost screamed when I saw something on the couch.

"Well its about time you got home? Where have you been?" Harry asked as he lay. "You gave me a heart attack!" I began, "and that is none of your concern. How did you get in here?" I asked.  "You left the door unlocked." He said. I was confused for a moment because it was locked when I came in. "I locked it once I was inside." He added.

"Why are you even here?" I placed my stuff on the counter. "I came to talk to you about what we were talking about earlier."

I groaned. I had completely forgot about it, until he brought it up. "Harry, I told you nothings wrong." - "Emma, you and I both know I'm not buying it. Why cant you just tell me what's wrong?"

I sighed and ran my hands down my face. I looked at Harry in the eyes and said "fine." "Ha, I knew you'd give in." I rolled my eyes at him and walked into the living room. We sat next to each other on the couch.

"So, spill." He said. "Ok, chill." He sat quietly with a 'I'm listening' face on.

"Well...." I began. I bit my lip and glanced over at him.  He still had the same look. "Its... Layla." I managed to say. "What about her?" He asked. I stayed silent. His phone began ringing. "Are you going to answer that?" I asked. "Nope." He replied. "Why not?" I asked. "I'm talking to you." - "Its fine you can answer it." I said, wanting to stall as long as I could. He gave me a sort of look before answer the phone.

"Hello?" He asked into the phone. "Hey, Harry. Where are you?" Dylan asked. Harry glanced over to me. "At Emma's." - "Oh, what's her apartment number, we'll come over." He said. "Um, actually were talking right now. Maybe she can come over later." He said. "Alright, see you later then. We'll be unpacking." Dylan replied.

They said their goodbye's and Harry put his full attention on me again. "Continue." He said. "Ok so..."

I really didn't want to talk about this, its a pretty stupid reason to get upset over. We're not even together anymore so why am I getting so worked up?

"I, its just," I stuttered. "Its just..?" Harry urged me to continue. I wanted to say, 'oh you know she flirts with every one and I'm starting to fall for you again and I don't want her around you,' but that is just too straight forward and I am not good at telling people how I feel about them. So, instead I went with, "we just don't get along anymore and she pisses me off. There, happy?" I said.

He looked as if he didn't believe me so much at first, but finally gave in. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" He asked.

Oh yeah, not hard at all .-.

"Sure..." - "So, want to come over?" He asked. "What? No, I just told you I hate her and you want me to come see them? I don't think so." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well that's too bad." He smirked. He lifted me to my feet and threw me over his shoulder. "Harry! No! Stop and put me down!" I yelled, banging his back with me fists. He stepped out of my apartment and began walking to his own. "Harry, you're pissing me off now." I said. He chuckled as he approached his door.

He opened it, and set me down on the floor. He turned me to face the two people on the couch. "Emma!" Dylan said. I didn't reply, instead I just gave him a sort of glare as to say 'not in the mood.' Layla sat fiddling on her phone.

I swear, its like its glued to her hands.

Harry walked into the kitchen for a moment, and Dylan followed. Which left Layla and I alone, in the same room. When she finally took the time to stop looking at her phone screen, she saw me standing in the middle of the living room. Her eyes widened at the sight of me.

She then scoffed and smirked.

Um, esqueeze meh?

I was about to say something when Harry and Dylan came back in. I was glaring at Layla. "We made some tea, and a few snacks." Dylan said. "Why?" I asked, maybe a bit rudely. Whoops. "Where gonna watch a movie." He replied. "Oh... great." I mumbled.

It seemed like time went incredibly slow through the movie. I sat on the opposite side of the couch from were Layla was. The boys separated us. I leaned forward a little to get a glance at Layla, who was on her mobile device once again. I rolled my eyes and leaned back.

"I'm getting pretty tired, Harry, I think I'll just head home." - "You don't want to finish the movie?" He asked as I stood. "Nah. But thanks for the tea and snacks. Thanks to you to, Dylan." I said, being sure to give him at least some credit for this. "No problem." He replied. Harry then spoke. "But you sure you don't want to stay?" He asked once again. "Yes, Harry, I'm sure." I glanced over at Layla after.

Apparently he noticed and just nodded. I left, after he demanded a hug. Which lead to an unexpected butt squeeze that made me jump. He laughed softly and let me head back to my apartment.

This was long day.

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