Texting || h.s

Text eleven

Emma's P.O.V

~ New edited chapter ~

Once I enter the room. I notice him touching her. I couldn't believe he was touching that girl, he was cheating? Why?

He was doing this on purpose.

"Harry.." I felt tears running down my face as I started to sob.

"Why? Why Harry? Why do you do this?" I ask as I try to wipe my tears away with the end of my sweater.

"Why do you care? You have a guy you're flirting with and you probably let him do things to you"

"Why would you think that?

"Really? You're seriously asking that?" He chucked.

"Get out Emma this is my home, not yours, we're done babe, go flirt with Niall and leave me out of it"

I did what he said. I left. I went to Niall, he was my best friend. He was always there and Harry just thought I liked him.

I had a shoulder to cry on. I'm guessing Harry doesn't love me anymore, because he thinks I stopped loving him.

I walk downstairs and slam the door.

"I wish you the worst Harry styles" I whisper to myself as I look upstairs.

I turn around and start to walk out of his place. Tomorrow morning I'll get my things from his place.

I hate him.

||Flashback Over||

It was that night that I think I saw the real Harry. The one that cheats and lies, the asshole that didn't love me.

The asshole that didn't believe me when I told him I wasn't flirting with Niall.

Wasn't he supposed to believe his own girlfriend?

All I want to know is why was he so blind and didn't believe me? Why did he let his imagination take over?

All I want to know is..

Why would Harry Styles not believe me? Why did he cheat on me when I wasn't lying? Why did he hit me when I did nothing wrong?

Why was he such an asshole?