Behind These Tears

Chapter 3

"Behind These Tears"

Chapter 2:

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Em's pov:

We had been driving for a while.. I hadn't realized how far I was from home. Then it hit me, this boy had been familiar all along.. I can't even imagine to why I didn't realize this from the beginning. I had to ask..

I turn to face him.."what is your name?" I say flashing yet another weak smile.

"Harry." He said casually.

"Styles?" I ask to confirm my theory.

"Uh, yeah." He said with a slight smirk.

"Ohh. Cool." I say disappointed. Great he is probably full of himself. All he is gonna be is, trouble. Heartbreak. I hate when I do this to myself, the whole pushing people away type thing. I mean I can't let anyone into my hell of a life. If you even call it a life, I'd rather call it torture in your own home. To make things even more clear I can not let Harry into my life.. He is famous. If anything about my life gets leaked my father will make me pay.

"Why?" He says breaking the silence.. "Do you hate me or something?" He asks quietly. "You sounded.. Disappointed when I said I was Harry Styles." By then i could tell he was getting worked up.

"No Harry, its jus-"

"Just what? Emily? What have I done to you?"

I could feel the tears come to the surface of my eyes.

"Harry.. I. I... I'm sorry." I say my voice slow to make sure the tears don't spill down my face. Looking out the window i could see we are pulling into a hotel parking lot.. I'm guessing this is where he is staying. I guess this is my cue to get out and leave. Obviously I am bothering him enough with my presence. I reached for my seat belt to un buckle it..

"Wait here." He said. "I'll be right back, I need to get my car charger for my phone, it's about to die." He turned off the car, unbuckled and left. I could just make a run for it. Not have to be a problem for him any longer.. The thoughts ran through my head and i looked at my phone 10:45pm I had been waiting here for 5 minutes. I could leave. I started to reach for my bel- ..he opened the door.

"I'm back he said." Still quiet. Hurt. I felt like a piece of shit..

"Harry.." He turns to me.. "I'm sorry. I really am." He put his lips together and crunched his brow a little.

"No worries." He said while starting the car.

Not a while later we made it to my house. He quickly shut his car off and hopped out the door and ran to my side of the car. He opened it and helped me out. What a gentleman. Stop it em, he will just break your heart. He walked me to my front door.. I saw my dad's car was in the driveway and i could hear the T.V going.. He's watching football. And probably drinking.. Great.

"Well Emily.." Harry said slowly. "I'm glad I met you tonight. Maybe we will see each other again?" I had thoughts running through my head.. My dad was drunk obviously going to beat me once I stepped through the door.. But then Harry might hear and get into it. Things would get ugly. The police would get called.. Then Harry wouldn't hear the end of it.. I wouldn't either. My dad would probably want to kill me.. Harry had to come inside for a bit.. Offer him some food or tea for driving me home. At least till my dad sobered down for the night. He wouldn't try anything if I had company. I knew that for a fact..

"Emily?.." Harry asked waving his had in my face.

"Oh uh..uh. Would you like to come in for a bit?" I said flashing a weak smile. "I mean unless you have other pla-"

"I'd love to!" he said flashing his smile along with his dimples. God I just wanted to kiss his soft pink lips.. What? I mean. No? No.

I opened the door..

"Where have you been Emily?!" My fathers voice rumbled through the house. He got to the hallway and smiled.. "Oh you have company I see"

He said swiftly.. Lies i thought. You bastard. "Would you mind answering my previous question Emily?" He said more stern..

"Oh uh.. I was-"

"She was out on a date with me." He said cutting me off. "Went out to dinner then a movie." He said flashing his smile again. Cheeky bastard I thought. Oh well it was a good save.

"Oh.." My father said. "Well i'm going to bed. Don't be too loud." He said rubbing my head and then shaking Harry's hand. "Nice to meet you.."

"Harry." He said shaking it back. "Nice to meet you too sir."

Harry's pov:

The house looked dull.. A few picture frames cricked a few with cracks in them. I looked at a side table.. A dust spot where a lamp used to be.. Weird. There was a hole in the wall to.. Right by the doorway. We walked further into the living room. The pillows on the couch didn't match anything.. Nothing matched. I wouldn't have imagined her house being like this.. I would have thought her house would be more homey..cozy. Not.. Scattered and lost.

"And here's the kitchen.." She said turning around gesturing it behind her. Wow. She was beautiful. Her long blond hair was starting to dry leaving perfect ringlets more towards the bottom of her hair. Her ice blue eyes looked into mine. Then I could have sworn she blushed when she turned away. She looked to be about 5 foot. Maybe 5'1". She was tiny and had a nice figure. But even if she didn't she would still be beautiful..

"Would you like sugar in your tea?" She asked quietly.. She seemed lost.. Frantic in her house she would turn when the house creaked. I put my hand on her shoulder, she jumped.. Startled. I knew it. Something was up. I just had to test it.

"Yes" I say going to go sit down at the kitchen table. "So tell me more about your self emmie?" I asked flashing a smile. She turned quickly with her mouth a gap and wide eyes.. "Uhm do you not want me to call you that?" I ask a little unsure. She turned again..

"No uh I mean.. No it's fine." She stuttered out.. What did I do?.. I thought to myself.

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A/N:

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