Waiting For Yesterday. (One Direction/ Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter forty one.

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Harry's P.O.V: 

I stared intently at the camera that was pointing right at my face and took a deep breath, I could feel everyone in the rooms eyes burning into me, but I needed to say this. 

"I'm sorry", I mumbled, "I just lied on national television". 

"What do you mean you lied, Harry?", Phil asked cautiously. 

I could feel the lump in my throat forming, and I just wanted to cry right there, but I had to keep going. 

I cleared my throat quickly, "The girl... She wasn't a fan, she was my beautiful girlfriend", I croaked. 

"So why did you say she wasn't?", Phil asked. 

"Because that's what I was told to say", I sighed, running my fingers back through my curly hair. 

"But I'm done lying. That girl is everything to me, I love her so much it hurts. And we may not be together now but I can't shake her, and I really don't want to. I'm in love with her, but she's gone", I sighed, giving the camera one last glance before getting up from the sofa and calmly out of the room and out of the sight of any camera. 

The sound of Phil and the boys was still audible but I couldn't tell you what was said. 

I walked across the laminate flooring and to the closest bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind me. 

I'd blown it, because even with the slight chance Emily did see that interview, I know her and I know that she will have turned it off after me denying knowing her. 

I dread to think how much that hurt her because if roles were reversed, that would've have been agony if she said that about me. 

I'm such an idiot, and I can't justify anything I've done, so how can I expect her or anybody else to understand my motives?

Emily's P.O.V: 

It hurt; a lot. 

But I couldn't take my eyes off the screen, I couldn't take my eyes from his eyes, because I know he didn't mean that. 

I could see he wasn't finished, maybe he wanted to give me one last kick in the gut to finish me off, but I just had to hear it, no matter how much it hurt. 

"Come on Em, let's go", Jake declared, grabbing my arm and trying to haul me up. 

"No", I stated firmly, resisting his tug, "I'm watching the television". 

"Please Em, don't do this to yourself", Jake pleaded painfully. 

I ignored his pleas and zoned into the television. 

Harry stared at the monitor and it felt like he was staring right at me. 

And after a few moments of silence, he finally spoke, "I'm sorry", He mumbled, "I just lied on national television". 

My heart thumped as I was terrified for what was coming next, seeing as I was the topic of conversation right now; on national television!! 

"What do you mean you lied, Harry?", The interviewer asked cautiously.