The Reason Is You.

    **Emily's POV**              

                                                "Baby, you should know I would,

                                                  I would, yeah, I would, yeah."

The boys sang in unison, or should I say that the one of the most popular boy band just wrapped up the awaited 'take me home' tour.

The crowd went crazy. The atmosphere was electrifying and blithe surrounded the arena. The consecrated fans were cheerful and jubilant. There was no doubt that every single heart here wished to be with the band except one bereaved, forlorn heart. This heart was dejected, heart-broken but was contended after watching her love sing her favorite song.

After all, how could I bridle myself from attending this concert? This might be the last time I will be seeing him. I had never contemplated the idea of losing him. How could I even imagine of us breaking apart when we were madly in love with each other? I believed in him, he made me believe that we will last forever our love will last an eternity.

'Love'. I never understood what it was or how it felt until I met Zayn. Every minute we spent together was etched in my memory. I was in love with this brown eyed boy from sophomore year. Like every other people in love we didn’t plan on falling in love, well who does? But once we met, it was clear that something magical started to happen. We fell in love despite our differences and once we did, something rare and beautiful started. For me, this was the first time I felt this way about a guy, I was in love even before I knew it. I’m sure that it is a feeling I won’t forget for the rest of my life.

As these overwhelming feelings seeped through my heart, a round droplet edged down my cheek. I buried my face in my palms and tried not to cry, but as I had no control over my emotions whatsoever, more tears started running down my cheek. But worst of all, I felt weak and fragile.

“Emily?” A husky voice called my name. As I tried to register who was calling me, the clamor in the arena was suddenly very quiet. There was complete silence. How can this be possible? Was I dreaming? My face was still buried in my palm. I looked up and wiped my tears to find where I exactly was.

I saw a boy with a curly hair watching me intently with a worried look on his face. Though my vision was blurred with my ignominious crying I recognized him in a split second.  Harry Styles was standing a foot away from me, waiting for me to respond. Any other girl would have fainted after seeing him but not me. I had known him for more than a year and for me, he was a regular guy with little dents of delight and a mystical voice.

“Hi, Harry” I said trying to gain composure from weeping.

“Emily, you shouldn’t be here.”

“Harry, that is very welcoming.” I said, in a sarcastic tone.

“This in not the best time to see him, I am telling you this because I care about you. I am afraid you might never come to see him again?” He replied with sadness.

“You’re right, this will be the last time I’ll be seeing him.” Saying that I started walking in the direction where I knew I’d find him. This was not the first time I was going to meet him after his concerts. But it was the first time I was going after making up my mind to never see him again. I walked pass through the backstage and into the arena’s terrace. The blustery wind played with my hair in all the possible directions and blocked my vision. As I was fixing my hair, I spotted him, sitting on a bulwark, smoking, again!

He had quit his disgusting habit of smoking when we were dating but he had started it again with all the fame and the rumors the paparazzi had to offer. I had a strong urge to take that ‘narrow-paper tube-containing-tobacco’ thing, and crush it with under my stilettos with all my might.