You & I - One Direction/Emma Watson

Night Changes

*NOTE: Not edited*

Harry P.O.V.

She looked beautiful.

And I was a bloody mess, looking like a bloody idiot.

Why the hell did I let Louis take me here?

Where EMMA was? 

I mean I already felt like a stalker for following her. I saw her the minute we walked in, and immediately left Louis's side to hide. I was a coward. And a bad friend. I had completely ditched Louis, the one person that was trying to cheer me up. So when I had calmed myself down with the fact Emma was here, I decided I would try and talk to her. I mean, life's short right?

So when I had finally crawled out from behind the bar table I was crouching under, I saw Emma rush out of the club, a panic stricken look on her face. I don't know what made me do it, but I jumped to my feet, and ran after Emma, weaving through an intricate maze of clumped together people. I saw her leave through a rusty red door in the back, and I ran to it. I paused before I opened the door. Did I really want to do this? I pulled my hoodie over my head, tightening it. 

What the hell was I doing?

I pushed my way through the red door, and I gasped to see Emma backing up, fear showing through her normally calm eyes. I looked to the right and saw several ugly men in dirty jackets striding towards Emma. One was holding an ax, and he seemed to be the leader of the ugly men gang.

I backed up, going back through the red door, taking a few breaths. Emma was in trouble and here I was being a wimp, not doing anything about it. I closed my eyes, trying to think of a way to get to Emma without going back through the red door, where the brutes would surely see me.

In my mind, I could see a black winding staircase leading up to a black door. Emma had been backing up to the railing of the stairs. Ok, I thought. Just gotta find that black door. I scanned the perimeter of the backside of the bar, glancing at a black door up on a platform about 5 feet higher than my head. But how to get up there?

I saw two rows of metal bars crossing along the entire ceiling of the bar. They crisscrossed at the very bottom of the platform, and then elongated into a thin pole. I took a deep breath, jumping up and barely grabbing the bars before I could chicken out.

I placed one hand in front of the other, finally making my way to the thin pole. I jumped once again, clamping my legs to the pole. I shimmied up very unherocially, and dropped to the platform.

I took probably my 70th deep breath of the night, and pushed my way through the door.

I was extremely startled to see a flustered looking Emma, clambering up the stairs. She took one look at me, and groaned aloud. For a minute I thought she knew who I was, but then I remembered I was wearing a hood. 

  "Not another mysterious hoodie guy! What is up with this place?!" Emma said exasperated. 

She took me by surprise, and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the dimly lit room, and behind some severely damaged crates.

I heard the burly men speaking to Emma, but from my position, I couldn't make out what they were saying to her. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. I squeezed Emma's hand when I heard vile sentences. How dare they talk to her like that! Emma crept around the mountain of boxes, and I blindly followed her, accidentally stepping on the back of her sandals, sending her sprawling to the stone cold floor.

"Shit." I muttered.

The ugly men rounded the corner, and grinned gleefully.

"Ahh there you are princess! Oh, you have a friend. Well, we have no need for him so..."  

All of the men nodded at each other and advanced. They stepped over Emma, and one of them took aim and punched me square in the temple.

I snarled. First they insult Emma, Chase her to a locked storage room, Back her u in an alleyway, then punch me?!

Oh thats it.

I cracked my knuckles and punched the first man square in the jaw. I then grabbed him by the jacket and slammed him down on a crate. I did the same with another brute, and that left 2 more to take care of. I punched one in the eye, and the one that seemed to be the leader I gave an extra hard kick to the er... groin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emma get to her feet and slip out from behind the crates. The leader swung at me, and grabbed his wrist, and pulled him downwards, knocking him into the other man that was still swinging blindly. They both fell to the floor with a thud.

Emma shuffled over to the leader and kicked him swiftly in the nuts. I laughed. Oh, feisty Emma, as always.

I saw her turning to me, so I quickly shoved my hood back down on my face. Call it a cowardly move, but I was scared. It had been so long. Would she even remember me?

Emma wrung her hands together. She finally looked at me, a little bit of disappointment in her eyes. Had I done something wrong?

She spoke. ""So, uh.. Mr.MMA, thanks for er.. saving me from the Uglies."

I chuckled. The Uglies. How creative.

  "Yeah, they were pretty ugly. And stupid. Who goes after a woman like that?"  I looked Emma square in the eyes.

Emma smiled. Whatever she said next I didn't hear because all I could think of was Emma's smile. But her next question threw me off guard.

  "So, um, are you going to take off your hood to tell me who the heck you are?" "Unless, you know, your part of the Mafia or something, in which case, please do not, I don't think I could stand another brutish face."  

I didn't know what to do. To smile, whip my hood off and say it was me? Or to run, and hope to forget Emma and the memories?

I decided to stop being a coward. I took a deep breath and moved my lips, but no sounds came out.

I curled my fists. Okay, Harold. Try again. I breathed in deeply, then exhaled my next sentence all in one breath.

  "I don't know. Maybe I am part of the Mafia. That would explain why I know your name." 

What did I just say? I fidgeted, shifting my weight from foot to foot, waiting for Emma to respond.

Emma started backing up to the crates, stuttering. "Uhh.."

I took ANOTHER FREAKING DEEP BREATH. And whipped off my hood. This was it. No more acts of cowardice and hiding from her at award shows.

  "Hey Emma. Long time no see." 

Emma stared. I gulped. I didn't move. After 30 long seconds of Emma's intense stare down, she did something that shocked me.

She took 2 tentative steps towards me, then rushed into my arms, her vanilla scent engulfing my senses as she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in tighter. I felt her smile against my chest, and my heart was buzzing. Emma fit like the last piece of a puzzle into my arms, and then I was whole again. 

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;) More #Hemma scenes to come!

With Love, (and cheeky gingerbread men)

Anna❤