The Dark Side

Chapter 3 ~The Dark Side

Emily’s POV:

As Mrs. Styles thanked my mother for a wonderful dinner Harry grabbed my hand. I eyed him suspiciously as he turned it up towards the ceiling and dropped a crumpled piece of paper in my hand before squeezing it shut. “Text me.” He said adding a smirk with a flirty wink. “Maybe”, I replied returning a playful smirk.  He shook his head while softly chuckling. “See you later” he said while running out the door to catch up with his mom and sister.

I quickly shut the door and proceeded to fan girl. “HARRY STYLES GAVE ME HIS NUMBER!” I shouted while jumping up and down on the couch. My moment of enthusiasm was abruptly ended by a remote thrown at my head. “EMILY, GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW AND SHUT UP! MY FAVORITE SHOW IS ON.” my mother screamed from the kitchen. Of course, I thought.

I ran upstairs before she decided to use me as a human punch bag. I locked my door and collapsed on my bed. Should I text Harry?, I thought. My thoughts shifted as the voice of my dear mother blared from outside my door. I ran around my room frantically trying to find my headphones. “Shit”, I exclaimed out of madness to discover that I left my headphones in the living room. My head pounded from the words that she screamed. Fat, ugly, worthless, useless, waste of space, loser, pig, idiot, stupid, nobody. All those words played over and over again in my mind. All those things were true though. I was disgusting.

For once I wish I could be perfect, I thought as I opened the door to my connected bathroom. I purged all the remains in my stomach. This wasn’t something I was proud of, in fact I hated purging. I started three months ago and since then I haven’t been able to stop. It doesn’t really help me because I am still ugly and fat. I will always be. My eyes filled with tears, not because I feel bad for myself, but because I want to get out of everyone’s way. I was a bother to everyone. The world would be so much nicer without me. I truly was extra space. I continued crying till I fell asleep on my carpet.

Harry’s POV:

I checked my phone every five seconds. Why wouldn’t she text me? Does she not like me? I sighed with defeat as I threw my phone against the wall. (Don’t worry it was in an otterbox!) “Harry?” Gemma asked confused. “What? What do you possibly want?” I asked annoyed. I am normally not this way, but I was so disappointed that Emily has not texted me yet. “I was just checking to see if you were okay.” She said while walking out of my room. “Wait!” I pleaded as Gemma turned around. “Yes Hazza?” she answered. “Why do you think Emily hasn’t texted me back yet?” I asked with a frown to my face. “Oh Haz she is probably busy. She likes you, trust me! I saw it in her eyes.” She said while ruffling me hair. “HEY, HEY! Watch the hair! “, I shouted as she ran out of my room laughing. I collapsed back onto my bed. When would she text me? When?