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

Chapter 19- Like 5 Years Ago...

Emma's p.o.v.

So today is Christmas and Harry drove us to Cheshire. The other boys have taken their girlfriends back to their home and since my parents didn't have time to even call, Harry had offered to take me back to Cheshire for the rest of the year until we fly to meet up with the boys in New York on New Year's Eve.

"Emma!" Gemma gives me a surprised look. "I haven't seen you since the Taylor thing!" I nodded and said hello. "Oh my baby!" Anne rushes out to shower Harry with kisses. "And oh goodness! Emma? Your hair! I was so use to spotting you give blocks away!" She pulled me into a hug.

"Okay. Enough of that, mum. I'm going to show Emma the guest room, okay?" Harry takes my suitcase and takes me into the guest room.

"So this is where you'll be staying." He huffs and points to a door. "There's the loo." He points to another door. 'That's an empty closet. Feel free to put some clothes in there if you don't want them all cooped up in a suitcase." I nodded and stared at my reflection in the mirror against the wall that was above the bed. "I miss my colorful hair." I admit.

"So do I. Harry sighs. He takes a strand of hair that was above my ear. "First it was blonde. Then it was blue. Then it was blond again. And now it's brown." I shrugged and sighed. "I'm a 21 year old, ya know? No more colorful hair for me."

"Challenge accepted."

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"Harry! Put me down!" I yelled whilst the Cheshire boy hung me over his shoulder and walked down the street. "Come on! I want your colorful hair back and so do you!" He held me tight while I thrashed around.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the rainbow haired girl... As a brunette."

Harry's p.o.v.

Jason stood there smiling. His amber hair was jelled up like always and he has barely changed. "Long time no see... Harold.and same for you, Emma." He smirks whilst I stood Emma on her feet. "Looking sexy as hell there, right babe?" He winks at Emma, clearly flirting with her.

"Fuck off." She murmurs. "Ooh! Five years later and you're still hot and feisty! You've done well, Harold." He smiles. "Harry." I corrected him. "Aren't you going I even say anything, Emma?" Jason cracks his knuckles and reached out to stroke Emma's cheek with his index finger.

"Don't touch me." She slaps his hands away. "I don't want to be touched by a peasant." I grab Emma and push her around Jason, following her. "Let's go, Emma. The son of a bitch won't go drink bleach unless we force it down his throat." I murmur.

"I thought that you were on my side!" Jason's voice echoed in our ears whilst we hurried off. Once an asshole, always an asshole.... Though I hope that the rule doesn't apply to me.

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Emma's p.o.v.

Harry was talking to the pretty barbershop lady and she nodded and smiled. How much am I willing to bet that I'm not going to be able to pull off the million colors again?

The girl's name was Ruby. It suited her ruby red hair. And the whole time she worked on my head, she was talking about taking longer shifts for her job since her older brother was stuck in rehab and she needed to support her sick parents.

"Anyways, your hair looks sick!" She smiles and hands me a mirror. I was wrong. The colors still suited me. My tips were all colorful from the lightest shades of pink to the darkest shades of blue. It was just my tips and it suited me well. I looked closer to see the strand of hair above my ear painted blue like before.

"I just liked it blue better." Harry raised his hands in defense. After arguing who paid for my new hair, I won (mwahahaha! Victory!) and paid Ruby a higher tip than my usual tips. And whilst we walked home, Harry kept staring at me.

"Do I really look that ugly that you have to stare at me all the time?" I asked annoyed. "No. It's just that you look-" He trailed off murmuring something. "I look what?" I asked nervously. "You look pretty."

Harry's p.o.v. (I'm sorry I keep on switching p.o.v.'s)

I was about to say 'like an angel'. What am I? A creep? That's something a nerd would say to some school beauty that passes down the hall in high school. But the sadder thing was that we're adults.... Well on paper we are. Louis can pass off as a 15 year old.

Plus, she was just a high school crush. That's it. But her rainbow tips remind me so much of how I felt for her and how I nearly broke when she stopped calling me. Screw Taylor. She could right an album called "Harry Styles can go to Hell", have it sell number one in world wide and I wouldn't care less.

Once we got home, Emma went to take a shower and I stayed in my room listening to Stevie Wonder. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I ripped off my headphones out of my ears and clicked a few buttons before holding up my phone.

"Hello? Louis. I have something to tell you."