What About Love? What About Our Promises? *Sequel to His Mom, My Mom*

*Sequel to 'His Mom, My Mom' * "Goodbye Princess" New people. New country. New collage. Emily tries her best to stay in contact with the love of her life, Harry. But what happens when a small misunderstanding switches everything around, after four long months? Will Harry and Emily keep their relationship going strong, or will it fade away? Read to find out.


13. Sign Out

Emily's P.O.V.


I was sitting on the couch with my feet up on Harry's lap. I didn't go to any other class today, because I had enough drama. It was already dark outside.

"So the tours over already?," I asked.

"Yeah, it's been over since December. Our new tour On The Road Again starts next week," he said.

( I know OTRA started on Feb.7th, but in my story it starts on March 7th ;) :P)

"Oh, that means you have to leave?," I asked sitting up.

He nodded, starring at his now empty cup of hot chocolate.

I pulled his long hair back a bit and saw his eyes get glossy.

"What's the matter Haz?," I asked.

"It's Zayn. He's been acting weird lately," he said.

"What makes you say that?"

"He wants to leave One Direction," Harry said, looking into my eyes.

I gasped.

"Why?," I asked.

"I don't know. He keeps saying that this is not were he belongs and that he's tired from all of this, and wants to end it and just have a normal life," Harry explained.

"A normal life? He's never going to have one, not after One Direction," I said.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry Harry, perhaps he's just kidding around," I said.

"Em he's dead serious," Harry said.

I sighed. 

We both sat in silence until the doorbell rang.

I got up to answer it.

"Dad?," I asked.

He frowned and walked in.

I closed the door.

"Dad you never come here, whats the matter?," I asked.

Harry wiped his tears and stood up.

"Emily...why did you do it?," he asked.

"Did what?"

"Yelled at Mr. Winger. Missed class for a week," he said.

"Dad sit down," I said.

He sat down.

I took a deep breath and told him the whole story. Of how Harry and I "broke up" and how he saved me from being hit by a car, mainly the reasons why these days I haven't been cooperating. And I told him everything that happened today.

"For me Mr.Winger is a complete...how to put this....asshole," Harry said.

Dad sighed deeply.

"I knew you'd be trouble," he said to Harry.

"DAD!," I said.

Dad shook his head.

"Dad he saved my life," I repeated.

"I really don't and didn't want you to flunk this class Emily. But from what I heard, Mr. Winger does sound like a un-nice person," dad said.

"Tell me about it," I said.

"What would you like to take instead of business?," dad asked.

"You mean it!?," I asked, jumping up.

"Yes, yes. I know you've got the brains for business, I thought you well on my own, so you had no problems with studying. The professor is the reason why your grades are bad, there's something weird about him," he said, smiling now.

I hugged him tightly.

"Oh thank you daddy," I said.

Harry smiled.

"Come here son," dad said to Harry.

Dad got up and hugged Harry, patting his back.

"I was just kidding around about you being trouble, you're a good man. So what class do you want to take instead Emily?," he asked sitting back down.

"Art has always been a favorite of mine. Art and music," I said.

"Then it is. Art career for you," dad said.

I smiled big.

"Tomorrow we'll go and sign you out from the accounting and business classes so you can take art, and music," dad said.

"Yay!," I said.

Dad and Harry chuckled.

"So I better get going, there's a snow storm coming. Harry take care of Emily for me," dad said, getting up going to the door.

"I will, bye sir," Harry said.

"Call me dad, if it's okay with you," dad said.

"Okay dad," Harry said, grinning.

Dad waved and left the apartment.

"I like your dad," Harry said.

"So do I. He's weirdly changing now, and thinks more of me then my career ever since we started dating," I said, wrapping my arms around Harry's neck.

"Mhmm," Harry said, kissing my arm, then my neck, finding my lips.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Shall we go upstairs?," I asked.

"Is no one coming today?," Harry asked, looking around the apartment.

"Alisa is staying with Jim, her boyfriend, tonight," I said.

"Then there'll be lovin' tonight," Harry smirked and ran up the stairs.

I screamed and laughed.


~ next day ~


"You want to sign out of class?," Mr. Winger asked surprised.

"Yes," dad said.

"But that's impossible! She can't change her major now," he said.

"Nothing is impossible," dad said firmly.

"Are you sure about this Emily?," Mr. Winger asked.

"More then positive," I said.

He looked at me sternly then turned to his computer.

"You can start your new class by next week, so for the rest of this week you have one more free hour of the day," he said grimly.

"Yes," I whispered.

Mr. Winger raised an eyebrow. I just looked out the window.

Soon dad and me were walking out of the building to the parking lot.

"Well I'm off to work Emily," dad said, looking at his watch.

"Okay, I'll see you on Saturday then," I said, smiling.

We hugged quickly and dad went to his car. I made my way back to my apartment.

I quickened my steps when I saw smoke coming out of the windows of my house. I ran to the door and swung it open.

"Harry!?," I yelled.

He stood there with a burnt patch of cookies.

"I tried making cookies?," he said, innocently.

"Cookies? Or did you try burning the house down?," I asked, opening the windows wide.

Harry frowned.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said.

I turned to face him. He looked really disappointed.

"Come here," I said and hugged him.

He hugged back.

"You just being here is the best surprise for me," I said.

He kissed my forehead.

"But I don't know what I'm going to do about all this smoke," I said, grabbing a newspaper and flapping it around.

Harry grabbed some other magazine and did the same.

Soon the smoke was gone and fresh air came inside.

"So how'd the signing out go?," Harry asked.

"Good, you should of seen Mr. Wingers face though," I giggled.

"Oh I can imagine," Harry chuckled too.

I sighed and sat down.

"Everything okay babe?," Harry asked.

"Yes, but I just want to go back to Cali. I'm sick of winter," I said.

"Awe babe," he said, sitting down next to me pulling me into his lap.

"Soon I'll take you away for Spring Break. Somewhere warm and happy," he said, into my ear, and kissing my neck.

"And where would that be Mr. Styles?," I asked.

"It's a surprise," he winked.

I giggled.

"Don't even think to call me silly," he said, putting his serious face on.

"But you are silly, you silly man," I said.

"Oh it's on Em," he said.

I escaped his arms and ran for my room up the stairs. Harry quickly followed and pinned me down on the bed. I screamed and laughed. Harry put my arms over my head.

"We. DO NOT. Call me. SILLY!," he said grinning wide.

"Will I ever know the reason why?," I asked.

"No," he said and slammed his lips to mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to mine.

His lips moved down to my neck and I felt his member getting harder and harder.

I moaned in pleasure as he took my shirt off, kissing up my stomach.

"Emily I was-...Woah," Nathan said walking in.

Harry's and my head snapped his way.

"Um Nathan, how'd you get in?," I asked.

"Jim and I have a spare key," he said.

"Oh...just next time please ring the bell," I said.

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, okay," Nathan scratched his head, eyeing my half naked top half.

"And what did you come here for?," I asked, pulling Harry down so he wouldn't jump on Nathan.

"I heard screaming from our apartment, thought that maybe something happened," he said.

"Everything is fine, thank you," I said.

"Okay then, I'll just go..," he said.

"Bye," I said, making a small wave.

He quickly left.

Harry turned to face me. I blinked. 

"How'd he get the spare key?," he asked.

"You heard," I told him.

"But how?"

" Jim, Alisa's boyfriend, is roommates with Nathan," I said.

"Oh. But then why doesn't Jim have it?"

"I don't know."

Harry frowned.

"Stop it you weirdo," I said.

"Can't help it, since I know that that boy had or has feelings for my girlfriend," Harry said nibbling me neck.

"Had," I said, tilting my head back.

"Who knows, perhaps he still does," Harry said, moving lower.

"Doubt it," I said, arching my back.

"How do you know?," he asked, taking my tight skirt off.

"I made it clear to him, that we can't be together," I said, closing my eyes.

"But he might still have feelings for you," he said, taking my black tights off.

"Oh whatever," I moaned.

"That's why I act the way I do," he said, hooking my panties and sliding them off slowly.

"Mmmhmm," I said, reaching over my head to grab something.

"And as you know," he said, coming back up to my face, "I can get really jealous."

My breath quickened as I nodded.

Harry slammed his lips to mine, while sliding his hand up my thigh.

I squirmed and moaned in pleasure.

Harry deeply chuckled and unbuckled his belt, taking his pants off.

"I love you my Emily," he said, kissing my lips again.






Hi guys! How are you all? Fine, good, meh, bad..? I'm good :) Well...because hey!, a new chapter, so why not feel good about it? Haha. I'm weird, I know. I hope you guys enjoy(ed) this chapter. And yeah, that's about it...I'll be updating soon. :) <3

Like, fav, comment, for the next chapter tho ;)

I love you TONS xoxo 





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