I
LOVE
YOU.
Those words have been borrowing itself into my brain for the last few hours. He said that he love me. I don't know if he loved me or loves me, but he had once. And now he was gone.
It's already 5 in the morning and I haven't even closed my eyes once. Should I go to him?
Of course you should idiot. He's gonna get married if you don't.
Who is this?
Your conscience.
Great. As if anything couldn't get more cliche than this.
Shut up.
But that's what he wants-
That self sick bastard has been getting what he wanted for his whole life now. Your life is wrecked because of him. Tell him to not propose.
I did.
No. Beg him.
There was a long silence. Beg him? So I go on my knees and plead? No way.
But stupid me quickly got up and got dressed in my ripped jeans, converse and a T-shirt with baby Mario on it. My feet shuffled me to my nightstand making my arms grab my keys and cellphone.
5:10
Great.
Harry's p.o.v.
I couldn't sleep. Did I really love Anna? And where was she? She had been gone all night. I took out the ring and inspected it counting the diamonds and sapphires. 27 little diamonds and 16 sapphires... Just like when I counted them two hours ago.
A knock suddenly fills my hotel room. I slip the ring into my pocket and open the door.
"Hi." She says fiddling with her shirt. "Emma. You're soaked. Come inside." I sighed. "I'm sorry." She ignored my question. "For telling you that I love you when you were about to propose to Anna. I trust you in what you're doing. If she is the girl that you say she is, I believe you."
"Emma please come inside. Did you walk here? At five in the morning? In the rain?" I shook my head before grabbing her inside and sitting her on the couch. "Wait here." I ordered and went to my suitcase. My hands fell on a Rolling Stones T-shirt and the smallest sweats I had.
"Here. Change into these." I ordered and shoved her into a loo with the clothes. What was she doing here? Why was she here? To apologize?
Emma bit her lip whilst walking out with my clothes on and stopped when she caught me staring. "Why are you here?" I said whilst boiling some tea.
"I came to say that even though Shay sent me there to tell you not to propose to Anna, I meant what I said." My breath hitched. "That you loved me?"
"Love. I'm sorry I sound so sappy but that's how I've been feeling the past couple of days."
"Same. I've been feeling the same." I admitted. "You've been feeling sappy lately?" She cocks her head to the side. "No." I admitted.
I reached out and entwined our hands. "Love." I whispered. "For Anna." She whispered. I shook my head. "For you."
Then why was I proposing to Anna? Was is cause I was in denial? (A/N: deNIALL hahaha)
Does denial do that to you? Does it make you do stupid things? Or attempt to do stupid things?
"When I kissed you the other day, it wasn't because I wanted you to shut up, Emma." I bit my lip.
"We can't, Harry. Not when you're dating Anna." Emma whispered. "Shut up Emma. Shut up, savor the moment, and let the consequences follow." I whispered.
"... That's not the type of person I am now, Harry... I think about my consequences before giving in." Ugh.
"You think too much, love." I bent down.
"What do you think when I do this?"
I pulled our foreheads together and stared at her directly in the eye.
"What would you think if I do this?"
My nose brushed against hers and my hands gripped her waist.
"I'd think that you're about to-"
"And what would you think if I did this?"
I pulled her and and pressed my lips on hers.
Anna's p.o.v.
I couldn't help but smirk when I saw the kiss from the porch. I gently placed an envelop on the ground and placed my camera on top so it wouldn't blow away.
My hands reached for the fire escape ladder which was right next to the porch and I quickly climbed back down.
New York,
Here.
I.
Come.
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So I'm so sorry for not updating and making this so short but my week had been really busy along with the fact that my phone kept jamming for some reason. Anna, I admit, is creepy. And I got the character of her sort of from Pretty Little Liars the character (A) or maybe Mona.
I'll try to update ASAP!!!
Much love!
xoxo
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Keep Her (SEQUEL TO 'Love Her')
FanfictionSeparated from Harry for the second time, Emma is almost sure that she's done with the British boy. But is she?