Friend Zoning Harry Styles

Aftershock

---Emily's POV---

I woke up on the ground the next day, the same spot where the night before was spent crying and pounding the ground. I had lost my best friend... I lost Harry. The look on his face was something I've never seen before, in any one. I looked down to see Charlie bundled up beside me. Petting him, I let out a sigh. 

"I guess there's no more Lucy...I'm sorry buddy." I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was six in the morning. I moaned from the headache I had gotten from all the screaming and crying last night. I could just FEEL how puffy my eyes were. Getting up, I reached my phone. I had a message. From Harry? Lord, please let it be him. Please. I looked at it with hopeful eyes. No.. it was from Brandon. 

From: Brandon- Hey, pick me up at the airport at 9. 

No babe, no love, no miss you... nothing. He had no emotion towards his message. Just "pick me up at 9". I got up and walked to the restroom. I looked a mess. My eyes were swollen and red. I should really put some make-up on. 

I took a quick shower, the relaxing waters soothing my pain. Physically and emotionally. Stepping out of the shower, the mirror displayed my tired face. The swelling from my eyes has gone down a bit. Thank goodness. How was I supposed to explain to Brandon the redness from my eyes? 'Oh Harry and I got into an argument after I told him that despite adopting a puppy together and almost kissing, I wasn't leaving you' that just sounded like trouble. I quickly got dressed into some jeans and converse. A teal sweater covered my upper body. Putting some makeup on, I looked less stressed out. On the inside, however, I was a mess.

I looked at the clock, I some how managed to kill two hours. It was now eight. I had to drive to the airport to pick him up. I looked at my phone, hoping maybe Harry would have texted. He hadn't. I was remembering last night's events. We almost kissed, I told him I couldn't leave Brandon, then it all fell from there. I remember telling him not to ever talk to me. I'm such an idiot....

---Harry's POV--- 

The sunlight from the window was beaming down my face. Usually the curtain blocks out the rays, I must have left it open. I opened my eyes to see that half of the curtain was slumped to the ground. That's odd. I sat up on my bed and looked around my room... or what used to be my room. All around the bedroom, a mess. The floor was cluttered with books, hair products, clothes, and picture frames. What the hell happened? I had to find Louis. 

Stepping out of my room, I saw Louis sitting on the table. His hands covering his face, elbows placed on the table, he looked stressed. He was just sitting there, thinking, I'm guessing. 

"What the hell happened?" my voice made him jump.

"Jesus! don't do that!!" He said, holding his heart. I sat at the chair next to him. Grabbing the glass of juice he had on the table, I took a sip. "Hey, get your own juice," he said grabbing the cup. 

"Sorry, so what happened? my room looks like a tornado hit it." I said, his eyes saddened. Am I missing something? 

"Harry, last night you came home, drunk.... and pissed." his words shocked me. Was I THAT drunk that I didn't remember? 

"Why?" I whispered, looking right at him. He shrugged his shoulders slowly. 

"Something about Emily." and that's when it hit me... we had gotten to an argument last night. And words were exchanged, hurtful words. I don't think anything can fix it this time...

***FLASHBACK***

"Why wun't this ssstupid key fit?" I slurred my words. I was seeing double, everything blurry. After kicking Emily out of my car, I dropped off Lucy at home, then sped off to the bar. There was only one thing that could drown out the pain I was feeling. 

Finally, opening the door, Louis walked into the living room. He saw the state I was in. Running to me as I stumbled in different directions, he helped me to the couch. After I slumped myself down to the cushions, he ran to get me some water. As he handed it to me, he began to ask. 

"What did you and Emily do tonight?" he chuckled. The sound of her named angered me. My breathing was quickening, my heartbeat racing. 

"Fuck Emily!" I stood up and threw the cup of water. The sound of glass shattering against a nearby wall. "She's blind!!"

"Whoa! Harry calm down! what happened?" Louis asked. His hands up in the air, signaling he means no harm. 

"She chose HIM Louis! she said she couldn't do THIS" I said, meaning our little secret. "She's not leaving him." 

"Harry, just let it go" His eyes looking worried. That angered me. Let it go? Let her go?

"Screw you! Screw everyone!" I stormed off into my room. My blood was boiling all over my body. I couldn't calm down. 

Grabbing everything off my dresser, I threw my belongings across the room. 

"Fucking Idiot! I can't believe this shit!" I grabbed the curtain hanging from my window, tearing it down, I threw it as well. 

"Harry Please Open the door!!!" I could hear Louis banging on the door. It was locked Louis, no use trying. Throwing my shoes, my pillows, everything around the room. I was angry, pissed, furious, but most of all....

....I was hurt. 
***FLASHBACK OVER***

"I'm sorry Louis" I apologized, covering my face with my hands. I was ashamed. I couldn't believe I spoke like that to my best friend. 

"It's ok mate, don't sweat it." He said, patting my back. 

"I'll clean everything up, I promise." He smiled sympathetically. He understood what I was going through. 

"I'll help lad, don't worry." 

"I have to find a way to fix this," I had to....

---Emily's POV---

I was at the airport terminal waiting for Brandon. It was a bit sunny, so the sunglasses covering my eyes did not seem so suspicious. My eyes were still a bit red and puffy, but not as bad as in the morning. 

"Come on Brandon," I spoke to myself, stretching my neck to see if I could get a glimpse of him, "Where are you?" I waited for another thirty minutes. After a while, I saw him. My huge smile, soon fell. He wasn't alone. 

There, walking by his side, was a bombshell... 

Blonde hair covering the top of her head, perfect curls spiraling down to her mid back. Blue eyes, shining as she smiled. Red lips, plumped from some kind of make-up product. Her body... well... I could never get a body like that... Her boobs must have cost a fortune. Her legs looked like she ran marathons for a living. I was literally looking at a lifesize Barbie. The heels she was wearing could be heard clinking down the terminal. Who was this?

"Hey babe," Brandon hugged me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.  Turning to the blonde, he introduced me to her. "This is Isabel, one of my co-workers. We were assigned the same project in Japan." 

"Hello love, nice to meet you" she greeted, shaking my hand. I smiled weakly and shook her hand as well. Why did I suddenly feel so unattractive? "Well, I better go, my husband is waiting for me at the front. My kids are super excited that I'm finally home" she giggled and bid farewell. Her heals hitting the tiled floor with every step, she soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Soooo," I turned to Brandon, "Must have been super busy huh?" 

"Yeah, we hardly got any sleep. Now that the project is done with, I can have a day or two off. Let's go, I'm starving" he grabbed my hand and lead me towards the exit of the airport. "So what did you do this whole week?" he asked, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"Oh you know... school, work, the usual boring stuff.".....

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