Love Actually. (A One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 34

***********Emma's P.O.V***********

I slowly open my eyes and yawn.

"Uhrg," I moan then I realize I'm laying on Harry's chest. I roll over to keep from waking him and stumble into the kitchen.

"Uh, what happened?" Louis groans as he rubs his head.

"You got super drunk and passed out," I start to boil some water for tea.

"Oh..." Louis squints, "I should go home Eleanor will be worried..."

"I'll drive you, Harry isn't up yet," I offer,

"Okay," Louis continues to squint up at the lamp in the living room. Obviously he's really hungover. I make the tea and give Louis a cup then put one on the beside table for Harry. Zayn stumbles in the bedroom and takes a picture of the sleeping Harry. He chuckles as he posts it to Instagram,

"He's gonna be mad," I warn Zayn, he shrugs and shuffles back into the living room. I grab my keys and pour my tea into a travel cup,

"Got any coffee?" Zayn asks. I wrinkle my nose, "Gross, caffeine sucks for a hangover anyway," I look down at the caffeinated tea and shrug, "We can pick you up some," We drive out to a Starbucks and get Zayn a coffee. Neither Louis or Zayn wanted food so they drank their drinks and fell asleep. They both snore softly,

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"Thanks for the ride," Zayn steps out, greeting Perrie with a sideways smile.

"Thanks, Emma," Perrie smiles at me, "Sorry I couldn't come last night,"

"That's fine," I give her a smile, that's exactly what Eleanor said when I dropped Lou off.

I start the long drive back when I'm bombarded with text messages, I curse when I see the name on the screen,

Text Message from STYLES:

Where are you?!?

Text Message from STYLES:

Emma?

Text Message from STYLES:

Please text me or call me,

I curse again and call him back quickly,

"Thank god," Harry says, his voice unusually deep.

"Sorry Harry! I should've left a note or something," I can hear my own worry creeping into my voice.

"It's alright, babe," he says, exasperated. My heart tugs a little,

"I'll be back soon," I pull into the rental neighborhood,

"Alright, love you." Harry sighs into the phone I still can't get myself to say it so I end the call and sigh heavily. The car crunches over snow as I pull back into the driveway and jump out of the car. Harry's standing in the doorway, hurt clearly in his green eyes and no pants on.

"Where are your pants?" I toss a Starbucks muffin at him. He looks down, as if just noticing his absence of pants,

"Not on me," he shrugs and takes my jacket for me,

"Duh," I laugh, but I'm quickly shh'ed by his stern expression. "What?" The smile melts off my face,

***********Harry's P.O.V************

I can't help the pain that grips my heart, she doesn't even know. I shove a smile on my face,

"Nothing, Love," Score, she's sold. Her lips curl in a smile,

"It's Christmas Eve," She smiles, "I got you something,"

I can't help but smile, "Really?"

"Yeah, of course!!" She rushes off into the bedroom and comes back with a box.

"Oh hold on I gotta get mine," I fish out Emma's gift from the bottom of my bag, we sit down beside each other in the living room and awkwardly give our presents to each other.

"You go first," Emma's eyes shine. I smile and look down at the present, which is covered in One Direction wrapping paper.

"Nice choice," I laugh, she laughs her beautiful laugh that seems like I've been waiting for it my whole life... I rip off the wrapping paper in two strokes to reveal a white box. I open it to find it bulging with goodies. I pull out a navy blue button down shirt with white hearts. It actually looks manly...

"Thank you, Love," I pull Emma close so out knees are touching and give her a peck on the cheek.

"Your not finished," she smiles at me then looks back at the box. I pull out a card,

"No, read that when I'm not here." She beams, but I stare at her, confused. "It's not anything bad." She assures me, so I shrug and lay it with the shirt.

"Thank you, Emma," I smile and kiss her, intending to go deeper in the kiss but she pulls back.

"My turn," she looks up at me and smiles, I watch as she unwraps a small box.

***********Emma's P.O.V***********

I unwrap my gift carefully, to reveal a jewelry box.

"Oh my God, Harry," I blush rises to my cheeks,

"Open it," he smiles lovingly. I obey, opening the box to reveal a beautiful charm bracelet. I gasp at its beauty as my heart swells with love. I pull the bracelet out of the box gently to see two charms already on it, a laser tag gun and one that says 'beach' in cursive.

"It's so beautiful, Harry. I don't know what to say," Harry takes the bracelet from me and puts it on my right wrist. "Oh hey! What's today?" My slight OCD kicks in,

"December 24th, Love," Harry smiles at my quirkiness, hopefully he doesn't think I'm insane,

"Sweet," I take off the bandage that was supposed to preserve my tattoo, the black heart imprinted on my skin draws attention away from the scars.

"That's actually an awesome tattoo," Harry smiles supportively. I run my fingers over the tattoo, kind of surprised to see that it's the same normal smoothness as the rest of my skin. Harry moves beside me and I realize he's taking off his shirt,

"What are you doing?" I laugh although I'm kind of nervous at his intentions.

"It matches mine," he takes my hand and puts it on his heart tattoo, my hand tingles.

"Yeah," I say softly, pulling my hand away, "And Zayn's," jealously flares in Harry's eyes,

"Doesn't he have that on his lower hip?" He asks,

"Er yeah?" I squint at him, trying to understand his motive,

"So he was half naked," Harry's voice gets deeper, I actually never thought it was possible.

"Harry, don't get jealous,"

"I'm not jealous!" Harry interrupts. I move closer to him, wrapping my arms around him,

"I've joined the fandom Harry there is nothing I don't know about you lads," I joke,

"Do you love me?" Harry pulls me close so I'm cuddled against him and the the back of the couch.

"Yes," I look up at him,

"Honestly?" Harry exposes his weaker side,

"I love you Harry," I say honestly, I do love him. So much, now, it surprises me. "Why this sudden worry?" I run my fingers along his bare chest.

"I think we should go public," Harry's obviously thought about this a lot, you can hear it in his voice.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah," he pauses, "So you want to go on a date with me on Friday?"

"Hmmm, I don't know Styles," I joke,

"I'll do anything!" Harry starts running his fingers through my hair,

"Anything?" I raise my eyebrows,

"Anything," Harry whispers. I listen to his heart beat in my ear. Anything...