Love Her (the next part after 'Save Her')

Hello my beautifuls! Here is the next part of 'Save Her'. Please know that 'Save Her' is a prequel. If any of you have never read the first book, please do so I don't have to re-explain everything. 😘 Thanks for being so patient and here's the first chapter!

****2015**** (sorry about the skip 😔)

"Oh please Emma? Pretty please?" Chris begs on her knees. "It means so much to me if you would go! I mean for three years I've been trying to get my artwork into this art gallery and its finally there! Just come with me!"

I sighed. "Fine. But this is for you, no one else." Chris starts screaming. "I love you, Emma! I love you! Meet you up in two days at JFK airport!"

***3 DAYS LATER***

5:30 P.M.

I walked into some art gallery in Cheshire. It was beautiful. I mean I have been to Cheshire before but I hardly remembered it due to the fact that I accidentally fell out of my window on the second floor and cracked my skull. That was two years ago.

"Emma!" Chris grabs me and runs over to her painting. "Look! I'm going to stand right by my painting and just wait for all of the compliments! And you are going to stay with me!"

I sighed and took my phone out of my clutch. And she made me wear a dress to this gallery.

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7:30

Chris only got roughly ten compliments in the past two hours. I'm just playing Angry Birds on my phone. "Chris. I need to use the loo. Be right back." and I wandered around to look for one.

Harry's p.o.v.

I was in a tux (it was required), shades, and fake mustache as a disguise when I saw her. Five years. We talked a bit for the next three years after she left, and then she stopped talking to me two years ago.

And now she was back. She has brown hair. Yet she was still beautiful like five years ago. Her dress fit her body beautifully. So she did remember about what happened five years ago.

She remembered the promise. I stood by my handprint on the wall. Waiting....

Emma's p.o.v.

That weird guy keeps on staring at me. It was easy to tell that his mustache was fake. Should I just stay with Chris? I looked at the wall behind him. It was a dark blue wall with a HUGE silver lotus painted on it. Splatters of neon paint landed on top. And to finish it off, two handprints were smacked onto the wall.

**FLASHBACK**

"I had a great time." I smiled that night as I sat on my bed. "Our painting on the wall shall stay there forever. Lets make a deal. In five years, wherever we are in the world, we come back and look at that painting, okay? So on November 20, 2015, we'll both go back there and stand right in between where both of us slapped on the wall. You stand near your hand, I stand near mine." He held out his pinky. "So what do you say?"

I smiled and entwined our pinkies. "Promise."

**PRESENT TIME**

Wow. Today can't be- OH MY GOSH IT'S NOVEMBER 20, 2015. I looked at the date on my phone and then stared at the weird guy who had his back against the wall leaning casually. Is he who I think he is?

"Harry?" I blurted out before I could think.

The guy ripped off his fake mustache and lowered his shades. His signature smirk swept over his face.

"Took you long enough."

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I know! It's short! And I'm sorry! But I hope that you all enjoyed this short chapter! I promise the next chapters will be longer! Likes? Comments?

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