forever&always

~CHAPTER 37~

~EMILY'S POV~

"Harry never truly will love you. You're just some skank and a piece of trash you little piece of shit. I don't get why you were even born. You useless piece of fuck. Please do all of us a favor and kill yourself."

I held the piece of paper in my trembling hands. There was a large bump in my throat that was very hard to swallow. I felt my knees starting to unbuckle and become wobbly. Tears that I had been holding back these past few months started to stream down my face like raindrops on a window. I clamped my hand over my mouth and quietly sobbed. I immediately crumpled up the piece of paper from my hands and dropped it on the floor. I gathered myself up a bit and started running in the opposite direction wherever my petite, little feet took me.

"Harry will never truly love you."

That part kept on ringing in the back of my mind. Replaying over and over again. Like a broken record. I wiped the corners of my eyes with the sleeves of my coat. I couldn't really see where I was going so I passed by dozens of pedestrians and honking cars. People stared at me as if I was crazy but I didn't care. I ran to a nearby park which was a few blocks away. Cadbury Park. I slowed down my pace a bit and plopped down in one of the park benches. I was panting by the time I got to the grassy area. I curled up into a ball and started to silently sob. I thought to myself.

"Why do you guys hate me so much? What is it that you guys don't like about me? All I've ever done was to love Harry."

My hair swayed from side to side from the slight wind breezes. I've just had about enough. I did my best to hold it in for the past few months but it honestly was too much. People didn't know what they say can actually hurt. I buried my face into my knees and sniffled my nose. Suddenly, I felt a small vibrate in my front pockets as it was my phone. I pulled it out with my hand and someone was calling me. It was Harry. It rang for a couple more times before it became a missed call. I just stared at the screen of my phone blankly. Harry called several more items and left messages before I had turned my phone off completely. I didn't want to talk to him nor see him. I threw it inside my purse and stared at the sky to clear my head.

"Harry will never truly love you.. Wow. Pretty hurtful."

I was staring at the sky when suddenly I heard several voices. It seemed like that they were talking to me. It was followed by a squeal. They were awfully close to me. I lowered my head down and they were two teenage girls with a great, big smile. They had these twinkles in their eyes and stared at me. Maybe about 12 or 13? I quickly wiped my eyes to hide the fact that I was crying and the girl in the blue blazer said in a high-tone.

"Aren't you Emily?! Harry's girlfriend?!"

"Oh.. Hey guys."

"OH.MY.GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU AND HARRY ARE PERFECT TOGETHER! CAN I PLEASE HAVE A PICTURE, AUTOGRAPH OR WHATEVER?"

"Umm.. Would you like me to follow you guys on Twitter instead?"

"HOLY MOTH- YES! YES! YES!"

The girl in the blue blazer handed me her iPhone. They squealed several times in joy and jumped up and down. I didn't get what was so great about meeting me. I wasn't anybody special. Just plain old me. The girls were hyperventilating and I was a bit scared that they were going to have a heart attack. I wasn't in any mood to do these things, but I couldn't disappoint the fans.

Twitter Account:

Username: emilyatkins

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After a few minutes, I handed them back their phones after I followed them. They were seriously freaking out and fangirling now. The girl that had a yellow hairband waved goodbye to me and scurried along. I could still hear their excitement and chattering as they went on their way. After they disappeared around the corner, I was finally able to relax. I was always a bit nervous and antsy around the fans in case I do something wrong. As I thought about Harry, anger and resentment rushed towards my thoughts. There was a part of me that was angry at him for never being here anymore. I was just frustrated and there was this spark of anger towards him- although it was misdirected. I clutched my forehead and slightly closed my eyes. All I needed was some alone time. Time to myself to think and gather myself again.