Friend Zoning Harry Styles

The talk.

---Emily's POV---

I laid there, helpless, on the floor. Brandon was crouched over me, slapping me, and punching me. All I could do was curl up into a ball, and hope death came quick... because, in my mind, he wasn't going to stop until it did...

"You" slap, "Filthy" punch, "Whore" punch... He yelled. I had just found out that Hannah, Yes.. Harry's 'Wonderful' girlfriend, had told Isabel and Brandon that I had been hanging out with Harry and the boys. Not long ago, Brandon had ordered me to never hang around with them, especially Harry. 

"Please!!" I choked out, "Stop! Lord please!" I had to pray, it was the only thing left to do. Nobody was coming for me, because I HAD nobody to come for me. Niall had just left. Harry hated me. Nobody. 

"Brandon that's enough!" Isabel yelled out, still naked on OUR bed. "You're going to kill her!" She jumped up from the mattress, and threw herself onto Brandon. Pulling him away from me, the damn bitch saved me. "She's not worth it.." I heard her cry. "Look at me baby, look at me." she grabbed onto Brandon's face, pulling his attention towards her. This was my chance, I had to run. I stood up, and began to run... But I was going way too slow. My legs felt as though they weighed a ton each... why couldn't I run?!?! He's going to get me! Emily Run, Run Faster! He's right behind me! Lord Please help me run!!

"No!!" I yelled out at  the top of my lungs, waking myself and perhaps the rest of the block up. I was in bed? Oh thank goodness, tears ran down my eyes. I wasn't going to die. It was somewhat of a flashback in a dream. 

"Emily?!?" I heard the door slam open, causing me to jump. The room was dark. The light coming from the hallway gave the boy a sort of sillouhette look. I knew who it was though, the curly haired shadow gave it away. 

"Harry?" I whispered. He walked towards the bed, turning on the small lamp on the side of the bed. He crouched down so that we were now eye to eye. He grazed his thumb softly across my cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen. Leaning forward, he kissed me on my forehead. His soft lips leaving an everlasting feeling.

"Go back to sleep love. It was just a dream." He pulled the covers over my bruisened body. Before he left the room, I called out his name. Turning around, he gave me a small smile. 

"Will you stay with me? Atleast until I fall asleep again?" I know I looked weak... and the truth... I was weak. Both physically, and emotionally, I had gone through alot. Not only these past few weeks and months... but these past few years. Ever since Stephanie. 

"Of course love." he kicked off his shoes, keeping everything else on. Climbing into bed, his warmth radiated off of his body, giving me a comfortable and safe feeling. We just stared into each others eyes. I didn't mind the quietness. I missed being around him. A while ago, we both stopped talking to eachother. I don't know about him, but I sure did miss him like crazy. I missed his soft hands holding onto mine. I missed his warm arms wrapped around me, protecting me from anything and everything. Now they were doing it again, protecting me from Brandon, and my own negative thoughts. I remember the first time we met, on the bus ride home. I never in a million years thought it would get to this point. At the time, I had a boyfriend... Had. Now I was free from Brandon. My huge question now was, did Harry still want me the way he did back then? Despite the black and blue markings on my face? Despite my busted lip? Despite my broken heart?

"Harry?" I looked up into his green irises. They were so beautiful. I remember that was the first thing I noticed about him. His eyes. How they pierced straight through me. They way his pupils expanded as he saw me. A sign of strong emotions, maybe even, love. 

"Yes?" He whispered, stroking my cheeks softly. I leaned against his chest. He felt so warm. I couldn't believe I was in his arms again. We weren't arguing, yelling, or ignoring each other anymore. And I sure as hell was not going to resist him anymore. I was now free to be in his arms and hug him back.