Waiting For Yesterday. (One Direction/ Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter thirty seven.

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 Emily's P.O.V: 

"Emily! Harry!", I heard a voice yell from the other side of my door, followed by loud knocking on it. 

"Urgh", I groaned, snuggling my head into the crook of Harry's neck, too comfortable and tired to care. 

"Guys! You need to see this!", Eleanor's voice echoed as she opened the door and walked in with Danielle, Liam and Niall. 

"What?", Harry groaned, shielding his eyes from the sunlight that peaked through,with the hand that wasn't around me. 

"Look!", Niall exclaimed, holding up the daily newspaper. 

I sat up a little and had to squint to make out the newspaper, but when I saw it, I couldn't get the words out of my head. 

It headlined, "Harry's new toy", and beside it was an article and various photos of me and Harry from the park yesterday. 

And it's funny because the fact that the press knew who I was, or the fact that I was going to have millions of teenage girls sending me death threats didn't even bother me. 

It was the fact that they labelled me Harry's 'toy' that really bothered me. 

Like I was his property and like he was going to get bored of me soon enough and replace me, which I can't lie a thought that I often have. 

And I kept reading the word over and over trying to let it sink in but each time it stung just as much as the first. 

"Fuck", Harry cursed under his breath as he sat up and read the words that were killing me inside. 

He turned to me, and as much as I tried, I couldn't hide this pain I was feeling, and before I knew it, tears were falling from my eyes. 

I don't know what Harry said, I wasn't really thinking straight, but he said something and everyone apart from us evacuated the room. 

"Em, it's alright, I promise. I promise we can get through this, I'll tell them about you. I'll tell them how happy you make me, I'll tell them how beautiful you are, inside and out, I'll tell them how real this is. I'll tell them how I want to make you my wife and spend the rest of my life with you. I'll tell them Emily, I'll tell them", He hushed, stroking my hair, but his voice was cracking, because he knew that it didn't matter what he said. 

Until I processed what he actually just said..,"Wife?", I whispered shakily. 

Harry looked down at me, allowing me to look right into his glistening, green orbs, that were filling quickly with tears, "If you'll have me", He sniffed. 

"Harry, nothing would make me happier", I whispered quietly, even managing a small smile. 

"Then forget them, we know this is real, doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.", Harry smiled, fighting back the tears. 

I nodded and returned the smile but I wasn't convinced, the press were going to do everything they could to drive a wedge between us, and I don't know if I could handle that. 

Harry's spent the past two years with them on his back, it was part of his daily life, but I wasn't made for this; being in the limelight was never my thing, I prefer to blend into the background.

Harry's P.O.V: 

And I told myself and Emily it was going to be just fine but who was I kidding?