I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smiling proudly at myself. I had paired a white skinny with a dark blue collared and sleeveless top. For shoes, I had decided to match it with a black suede pumps which happens to be my favourite. My natural blond hair was in a side fishtail braid, ending just above my belly button.
With one last spritz of the new Victoria's Secret perfume, I grabbed my black clutch and headed out of the door. I had decided against driving since his place was just a 10 minute walk. Once I stepped out, I could feel the shining sun kissing my exposed skin as I slid on my new pair of shades. The weather was brilliant for London today.
I started walking, plastering a smile on my face. I finally finished my finals in college. Today was the day, I just knew it. I had been waiting for this moment to arrive for ages and I'm pretty sure he does too. As I walked, I thought about how we somehow ended up this way. How it actually happened.
Harry and I were nothing more than best friends before. Until he confessed, telling me his undying love towards me. I couldn't blame the poor boy, I felt exactly the same. But we both knew that we couldn't pursue this relationship just yet. I had my long awaited finals that I worked so hard for and he had his UK tour.
Even though we couldn't be together just yet, he treated me like how a boyfriend should treat a girlfriend and I should say the same for myself. It's like, we're in an unofficial relationship. We even got to the point where we started saying our i love you's everyday and we couldn't live without at least communicating with one another.
"I'll be here, waiting for you, Ems. I promise you', was all he said to me. He was like a natural reminder to me about our soon to be relationship, and to be honest I couldn't wait for it. He finally finished his tour a week ago and I finished my last paper yesterday. We didn't really text or called each other much lately, probably because he wanted me to perform my best for the finals. But I was too naive to think that way.
I finally reached his flat which he shares with Louis, his bandmate. I have been told that Louis was out for a vacation with his long term girlfriend, Eleanor and had left the place all to Harry. I raised my foot on the stairs, heading up towards the door before ringing the doorbell. After a few mere minutes, no one came to answer it, which left me in a confused state.
After ringing it a couple more times and left unattended, I had decided to try turning the door knob. Surprisingly, it was unlock and it opened with just a slight push. "That's weird", I mumbled to myself.
I let myself in, as per usual because I have known the boys for a long time and I'm pretty sure they dont mind me doing so. I head towards the living room, hoping to find Harry lounging there eating a bowl of crisps while watching Love Actually. But what I saw was even worse than Harry watching a cliche chick flick.
Harry was sprawled on the sofa. Not normally, but with a girl on top of him. I could only see the back of the girl but I'm quite sure of one thing.They were kissing. Not just a regular peck, but a full blown snogging. Their kissing involved tongues and he had no urge to push her away like what he's supposed to do. His hands were resting on her waist and held her close like how he usually held me.
I felt sick and nauseous at the sight of this. But I just couldnt tear my gaze away, like it's forcing me to watch. I could already feel the hot liquid forming in my eyes. I tried blinking it away but it's no use. It spilled down my cheeks like a never ending waterfall.
The clutch I was holding dropped with a loud 'thud' and a whimper escaped my mouth no matter how hard I tried to keep it in. The sounds alerted them, causing them to turn towards me with eyes that could possibly pop out .
"Emma...", Harry whispered. His eyes quite similar to the size of baseball balls. He was stuck, frozen to place, locked forever in this never ending misery.
The girl, or should I say woman stared at me smugly as she eyed me up and down. She was still straddling Harry as she flipped her hair to the side. This woman, is the one and only, Caroline Flack. Also known as Harry's ex.
"I-I'm so-rry for interrup-ting", I sniffled. My voice was shaky and the tears were running down my face uncontrollably. I bet I looked disgusting and ugly with all the mascara stains on my cheeks. I just can't face this anymore.
I wiped the tears and black stains with my bare hands and bent down to pick up my clutch. Without giving them one last glance, I ran towards the door, slamming it shut behind me. I could hear Harry's faint voice, calling my name. But I didn't care.
My body felt cold and wind after wind was blowing around me. I stared up and noticed the dark clouds starting to form, replacing the once shiny afternoon. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, just to get far away from that place. From him.
My mind was a blur. I couldn't process anything. I didn't even know where I was going. Anywhere but there, I reminded myself. Tears were still pouring out as the wind harshly blow against my face. I just didn't know what to do as my world came crashing down on me.
Somehow, I reached Central Park. Droplets of rain started coming down. I shivered as I cursed at myself for not bringing a jacket along. I can't go home, that's probably the first place he'll check. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, changing rapidly from sunny to gloomy. Just like my life now.
I sat on a bench, letting my head fall into my hands, releasing myself from this pain. Sobs errupted harshly from my body as tears doubled up. I've never cried so much in my life. I let it all out, a sense of relief swept over me. But the heart wrenching agony was still there, eating me alive.
"Emma!", I heard someone shout over the heavy rain that was falling. My body stopped sobbing but tears still flowed freely, disguised by the rain. I dont even need to guess who. I recognized that sickly husky voice.
"What do you want, Harry?!", I shouted back at him, my head still in my hands. I could feel pure rage filling my once weak body.
"I'm sorry! Please let me just explain to you! It's not wh-", he started to say but I cut him off sharply as I whipped my head to stare at him.
"Explain?! What is there to explain, Harry?! I saw the two of you sucking each other's faces off with my own eyes!", I shouted feeling angry at him.
I stood up and walked to him briskly and jabbed my finger to his chest. "All I know is that you're a liar! A living piece of shit, that's what you are! So, you go around and give false hope to people and lead them on?! Well, if it is, Styles. Bravo! You've successfully broke my heart!', I shouted in his face.
What made me cringe inwardly was how relaxed his face was. How he handled this perfectly well. Was he not affected by this? Did he intentionally mean to hurt me?
"I know what you're thinking, Emma", he stepped closer to me, our faces inches a part. "Believe me, all those words that I told you before, I really meant it. I really did love you".
I felt like a sharp slap was given to me across my face. "Did..", I mumbled, only the both of us could hear it over the patter of rains. "You're saying.. you don't love me anymore? So basically, you're giving up then?"
He stayed silent as he stared deeply into my hazel brown irises. "So this is it.. There's no more us, eh Harry?". I paused, waiting for his reaction, but nothing came. I scoffed, tearing our gaze apart.
"I feel so used. I feel like.. I was a replacement or a spare to mend your broken heart after Caroline broke off with you. And now, when she wants you back, you start crawling back to her, like I'm nothing. There was never 'us', was there?', I asked him.
"Ems, believe me. At one point, I really did lo-", he explained but was cut off once again.
"Save it, Harry. It's no use now. You and me, we're nothing anymore. I'm not letting you fool me again, Styles. Good bye and I..", I tried to say it but it was as if a lump was in my throat. "I.. hope that you and Caroline have a great relationship together..", I stated with no expression. And with that, I turned and walked off without a second glance. And I thought I actually meant something to him.
