The Vow [h.s.]

chapter ten

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6.16.16 | 16 Days.

I walked down the stairs from my room to find that the house was empty. I was home alone with no trace of where my parents or sister could've gone. Home sweet home...just like I remembered.

I enter the kitchen, my feet softly hitting the tile floor as I reach the refrigerator. But something stops me entirely in my tracks. My heart was beating much faster, my pulse increasing by the second. I hold my breath as I carefully peel it from the refrigerators door, my hands notably shaking and sweating.

Come celebrate the marriage of

Harry Edward Styles

&

Violet Maria Lane

Saturday, the second of July

Ceremony is at 4:30 pm

Reception at 6 pm

Unconsciously I release the letter from my grip, it fell to the floor not even making a sound.

I have suddenly lost any appetite I might have had for breakfast, which was odd for me because breakfast was my favorite meal of the day.

I stood there for a while, just blankly thinking. It's strange. I never thought I would feel this way. I knew this was coming, he told me about the engagement and the date, which broke my heart in the process. But there was something about seeing it officially on a piece of paper that hit me the hardest. That made it feel real.

My best friend for twenty-one years, the only person I've ever loved, was getting married in almost two weeks.

I always like to believe in the expression, we don't pick who we fall in love with. That must've explained why Harry had fallen into the arms of the woman who made my life hell. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I grab the kettle and begin pouring water in it from the sink. I switch the dial of the stove to high and wait patiently for it to begin boiling.

Because of the events that had occurred throughout the past couple of days, I haven't gotten much sleep. Raising my hand to my temple, I gently rubbed in circular motions. I couldn't relax my mind; it was like a drum kept pounding around in my head.

My phone buzzing from the counter only made it worse. I quickly walk over and press the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I grumbled softly. I sounded awful.

"Emmie!" The familiar voice exclaimed, Harry. Why was he so loud at nine thirty in the morning?

"Someone is awfully cheerful this morning." I stated bitterly.

"I definitely am! And I'm going to tell you why!" Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was smilingly wide like a little boy.

"I'm sure you are..."

"Violet sent in one of my songs to the management of one of my favorite bands and we're going to collaborate together!" He basically shouted with excitement.

"What?" I inquired, shocked, the words coming out louder than I expected.

At the same time the steam from the kettle made a piercing noise. I quickly rush over taking it off the hot stovetop and pouring the tea into my mug, the phone still pressed to my ear.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I waited for his response.

"Yeah she must've found my journal and took deliberately in finding a way for me to write with one of my favorite bands." He explained, the excitement in his voice growing.

Violet saw Harry's journal? He never shared his writing, not even to me. For some reason I felt jealous and incredibly hurt.

I tugged on my bottom lip, thinking more about the whole thing before I had realized that my mug overflowed, hot water now spilling across the counter.

"Shit," I mumbled quickly wiping it up with a towel.

"It was kind of like an early wedding present," Harry continued only sounding more thrilled, "Isn't that amazing?"

"It's great," I tried to say with as much as enthusiasm as he has, but I couldn't match his tone. I take a sip of my tea, burning the roof of my mouth. I sort of deserved that after my hostile replies.

"Yeah," Harry replied noting the annoyance in my voice. I regret my harsh tone with him. He's my best friend. He called me to share his wonderful news, the least I could do was be a little more excited for him, but I was the complete opposite.

"I really am happy for you Harry," I said more sincerely, "I'm just not a morning person, you know that." I forced a chuckle.

"Right, after all these years you'd think I would remember," he stifled a laugh.

There was another long pause before either of us decided what to say.

"Well I've got to go, I need to tell my mum. Bye Emmie, love you!"

I heard the phone hang up before I breathed, "I love you too."

I have never felt so defeated. I promised myself that I would make my feelings for him go away once I've graduated from secondary school, yet after all these years they are still strong and I am still heartbroken. 

a/n: tbh i really hated this chapter i guess it was just kind of a filler but i have soooo much more to come that i am very excited about. the response so far has been amazing and i love u all thank you so much. ok bye lots of love!!

-s.