Emily's P.O.V
The June air was hot and muggy, during months like these, I wish I didn't have to wear long sleeves. I had a duffle bag slung over my shoulder as I waited patiently at the train station. There was graffiti all over the concrete walls and a smell lingered in the air that wasn't so pleasant. There were quite a few strangers around me, coming and going, on and off the incoming trains, but none of them were the face I wanted to see. I leaned my body against the concrete wall, feeling so out of place. I looked at my phone and sent Harry a nervous text.
Are you almost here?
I didn't look up from my phone screen, hoping for an immediate reply.
"Right here." I snapped my head around looking for the source of the voice, Harry.
"Oh thank god." I sighed, letting out a nervous laugh.
"Why do you look so scared?" Harry adjusted the brown suede bag on his shoulder, taking off his black aviator sunglasses. He was wearing a brown fedora that matched his bag along with his famous brown Chelsea boots that I've seen so many times. His black skinny jeans matched his see-through sweater and my eyes lingered a bit around his torso, staring at his tattoos through his shirt.
"I'm not." I finally said. Truth was, I was terrified. I'm spending an entire weekend in Harry's apartment, in a city I've never been too! Harry leaned back against the wall like I originally was and we didn't speak for a while. "When is the train supposed to get here?" I asked, breaking the silence. As if on cue, a train pulled into the station.
"That's ours." Harry said, slipping his aviators back on. If they were meant to hide his identity, I don't think they were helping. It was pretty clear, at least to me, who he was. And it didn't help that he was the only one wearing black jeans and a black sweater in the middle of June. Harry reached his hand out to me, and of course I took it. He took us all the way to the back of the train, trying to stay away from any other being. Harry let go of my hand to toss his bag above our seats, he then took mine from my hands and did the same.
Harry and I sat together making as much small talk as possible until we ran out of things to talk about. I yawned and mumbled something about wanting to take a nap. "Wait." Harry said, turning his body towards mine. "There's something I want to talk about." I nodded my head, eager for him to go on. "Earlier today, when you weren't feeling well, Niall said it was about pills?" I tried to hide the anxiety building up inside me. I really didn't want to talk about this, not now, not with Harry. I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it again, re-thinking my words. My explanation had to be perfect, Harry couldn't know anything about my flaws. Though I'm sure he's seen all my physical ones, he can't know about the mental ones. If he found out, he would run away screaming, I still don't know why Niall cares the slightest.
"Oh it's nothing I promise." I put on my best acting face and let out a believable giggle. "I just took too many Advil, and my head wasn't feeling to good to begin with." I shrugged and quickly broke our eye contact, praying that he would let the conversation go. I was relieved when Harry didn't say anything, although I knew the conversation would come back up sooner or later.
"Here." Harry said quietly, resting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into him. "I'll let you sleep, we have a long ride." I hesitated at first, but then I got comfortable in Harry's arm, resting my head on his shoulder and leaning back into him.
Let me tell you one thing, he smelt amazing. It's hard to put his scent into words but it's a bit manly with a lot of freshness. I could tell he was wearing some sort of cologne, but not a lot of it. The manly musk was there, but it was over powered by a light scent of roses. That may come off as girly, but it most definitely was not. It's really impossible to explain, it's just something you have to experience yourself.
