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

Chapter 22 PART ONE- New Year's Rush

Emma's p.o.v.

Harry has been acting like my boyfriend ever since Christmas. I don't want to be rude so i just don't say anything. Chris and her boyfriend, Tom (A/N: No. Not from The Wanted) had visited two days before. Tom being Tom always fake flirted with me and I'd fake flirt back. It was kind of our thing and Chris was chill enough to get that it was a joke. Guess who didn't?

*****TWO DAYS AGO*****

I was sitting on a park bench and was snapping photos of little kids playing, hoping that the photos would get into a nice magazine or something (After getting their parents' permission of course)

Even after the kids left, I just decided to take random selfies (problem?). I didn't want to be home... Where Harry was. I'm sorry but I have been avoiding him. "Hello." A smooth British accent caught my ear. "Hi." I look up. Ohh noo. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "I was taking photos of kids."

"And now you're taking selfies." He finished. "I thought you were a professional." He laughs awkwardly. "Well, being professional doesn't mean being boring."

"Look! There's my bitch!" Tom's voice echoed from behind us. I felt Harry's arm wrap around my waist. "Look! There's my pimp!" I laugh and yell back. "How ya doin? Got some good photos?" He grabbed my camera and laughed at all of my weird selfies.

"Ohhh you bad girl, Emma. You took a selfie with a homeless guy?" I'm busted. Chris gave Tom a look that said 'don't you see that Emma doesn't wanna be home with Harry cause he makes her feel weird and is so protective of her so she stays out here to get away from him with good excuses and now you've messed it all up?'

"Erm... But it looks very symbolic." Chris offers. It actually didn't... Well not a lot for me. It was just the both of us sitting on a bench and he had a rude finger in one hand and a cigarette in the other. So I honestly don't find anything symbolic about that. Harry's arm around my waist loosened.

"So there's this party tonight that I was invited to and I was allowed to bring a couple of friends. You up for it?" Tom wiggles his eyebrows.

"Of course." I said at the same time whilst Harry stood up and growled "Absolutely not." I didn't want Tom to know about the hatred Harry had towards him so I covered it up. "Wait... I have an art gallery that I have to go to tonight so eeep. Sorry." I covered it up, and I get to stay away from Harry. It's a win win... Well for me."

--- BACK AT HARRY'S PLACE---

"What were you thinking? You're not going to one of Tom's friend's parties." Harry yelled. "I covered it up, okay!" I ran into my room and flopped into my bed with my head stuffed into the mattress. "I'm sorry, baby doll. Tom is just a little suspicion in my head." He sits at the edge of the bed and strokes my hair. I shiver at his touch and tried not to squirm. I love him. He loves me. What is wrong?

*****PRESENT TIME*****

Breakfast in bed, check.

Kisses, check.

Possessiveness, CHECK.

Pet name, CHECK.

Scream 'I LOVE YOU, EMMA!' So everyone in a two mile radius could hear, check.

I had been making a list of anything lovey dovey that Harry has ever done. I felt rude that I haven't even say 'I love you.' to him. "So tomorrow, we're flying off to New York for New Year's Eve." Harry announced and I silently nodded. "Hey. You okay?" He sits down next to me and stokes my cheek.

I flinch a bit and nod. "You are not the random Emma I know." He whisper, "Ever since Christmas." I held my breath at his words. Oh look! My TOMs has gotten interesting for no apparent reason at all! "Emma. It's okay.. You.. You don't have to love me back. I'm sorry for pressuring you and I know it's been less than a month since Matt died, but I just wanted you to know."

He sighs. "You can stay here if you want. But I have to go to New York to perform a gig for New Year's Eve." He holds out a plane ticket and puts it on my lap. "I'd love it if you came."

Harry's p.o.v.

As I walked back into my room to pack, I couldn't help but shed some tears. That after- Christmas kiss meant nothing. It was only my mind that she kissed back. I couldn't even touch her without her flinching. I zipped up my suitcase and crawled into bed.

****5 AM****

My alarm rang signaling for me to wake up to get ready to go to the airport. I just slid on some jeans and put my coat over my T-Shirt before sliding on some converse.

Slipping into Emma's room I found her suitcase empty and that she was still sleeping. Hovering over her bed (OMG I feel like Edward Cullen) a few tears escaped out of my eyes and landed on her cheek. I quickly brushed it away. "I love you. And Happy New Year, Baby Doll." I whispered and kissed her fore head before turning around to leave.

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So I had separated this chapter into two (or probably three) parts. So just to explain things out, when Harry kissed Emma under the mistletoe, she told him that she didn't love him cause she felt like puking and thought of Matt and since Harry had his arm around her, the only way to escape it was to tell him no.

Honestly, who wants to ruin a love scene by the girl puking? Well I ruined it anyways but the mood seems to be serious so I decided not to have Emma puke all over Harry (although that would be funny).

Okay so I'm probably gonna start writing part two now.... So adieu!!

Stay Fantastik!! (Not the cleaning brand)

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