The Dark Side

Chapter 24~ The Dark Side

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Emily's POV:

The last three weeks have dragged along so slow. I couldn't stand these past weeks considering how awkward the atmosphere around me was.

First off, Harry and Louis can't even look each other in the eye. They are acting like teenage girls who got in a fight over a boy. It's horrible. If they are in the same room they constantly make rude remarks to each other. I feel so guilty seeing their friendship crumble apart. It's all my fault though. All my fault.

Second, Harry is also awkward around me. He doesn't want to do anything with me anymore. All he wants to do is sit at home. I don't understand why he is acting so weird, but it is really making me nervous. Every time he looks at me I see frustration and guilt hiding in his gorgeous green eyes. I haven't been able to figure out where those emotions are coming from, but I'm determined to find out.

Third, I only have 2 more months of rest before I can go back to training. I am so anxious to get back onto the ice. I feel so lost without it. I have a lot and I mean A LOT of work to do to catch up but I'm determined to win nationals this year. It will happen. I can do it.

Fourth, The summer's almost over. It's already July and I have to go back to school in August. With the summer ending it means One Direction will be back on tour. I'm dreading for the summer to end, but in a way I think it will be less of a distraction when the boys leave for tour. Then I can train and go to school drama free. Of course I will miss them, especially Harry, but after these three weeks I can't help but notice that Harry lost interest in me. I guess I was just a summer fling. I mean't nothing to him. Just another girl. Just a fling.

Fifth, Veronica has disapearred for about five weeks now. I'm becoming suspicious. Veronica was all kinds of evil and right now I knew she was plotting something. She had a plan, but for now I was alert and aware of everything around me.

I was over at the boys flat sitting on the couch playing some mindless game with Niall. I wasn't mentally there because I kept looking at Harry. Harry looked like he was about to be sick so I scooted closer to him ignoring the fact that Niall and I were in the middle of a game. I rubbed my hand back and forth a crossed his back hoping to make him more comfortable. I noticed him looking at my chest. I was just about to tell him to stop checking out my breasts when his hand came forward and picked up the heart pendant I wore everyday. "Emily?", Harry whispered. "Mhm", I mumbled back. "Forget it.", he sighed dropping the necklace. "No, Harry something is bothering you. Please tell me what is wrong.", I pleaded. "I don't want to hurt you.", he mumbled under his breath.  "What makes you think you would hurt me?", I questioned.

"My reputation. Emily, I have never had an actual relationship with a girl. What if I screw up?", Harry sighed.

"If you really love someone you won't screw up.", I whispered not looking him in the eye.

"Well I guess I can't screw up.", he smirked taking his index finger under my chin forcing me to look up at him. "I love you Emily, I really do.", he said with a grin. But not just any grin, a famous Harry Styles grin. Before he could say anything else I brought my mouth to his. The kiss was gentle and slow and much different than the others we have shared.The kiss started out sweet but soon became more passionate as his tongue slowly slipped into my mouth and began to fight for dominance with mine. I fell back against the couch (oblivious to the fact Niall was still sitting there probably scared for life) as his body came on top of mine. It wasn’t cute or innocent; it was full of passion, longing and lust but also love. I tangled my fingers into his curly hair and brought my legs around his waist. I used the strength in my legs to pull him closer to me deepening the kiss. He started to grind against me a little making me moan into the kiss. As we continued our heated kiss his hands drifted down to the hem of my shirt. This was to fast we needed to stop, but I sure didn’t want to. It took everything in me to bring my hands from his curls and down to his chest giving him a small push.

He pulled back just as I knew he would.

“Harry we need to take things slow,” I said and before I could continue his lips made contact with my mine. This kiss was different than before. It was innocent and I could tell he just wanted to be close to me. I smiled into the kiss knowing he knew what I meant.

He pulled away again with a huge dimply grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Whatever you want Emily,” he said before leaning back down and pecking my lips. 

I grinned at his cuteness. I turned my head to see a disturbed Niall staring at us with a disgusted look. I mentally slapped myself for forgetting Niall was in the same room as us. "You okay Niall?", I chuckled staring at his expression. "MY EYES! MY POOR EYES! YOU COULD HAVE WARNED ME! WHAT THE HELL? NO! THAT WAS JUST SO UGH. UGH EW GOD. Y'ALL NEED JESUS. THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED YOU CRAZY MOFOS", Niall yelled while running around the living room, up the stairs and into his room. I stifled a laugh until I heard his bedroom door slam closed.

I looked over to Harry and we both started cracking up. "Well it looks like we need Jesus you crazy mofo.", I giggled. "You got that right.", Harry chuckled adding a wink. I started cracking up again falling to the couch. "Your laugh is adorable.", Harry laughed. "You're adorable.", I giggled slightly blushing. "No that's you", Harry whispered before pecking my forehead. We stayed in that position till we heard footsteps.

"Hey Emily!", Louis called while giving Harry a cold glare. "Louis!", I exclaimed while jumping up from the couch to give him a hug. In the middle of our hug I heard a specific person clear their throat.

"Don't get to close Emily. He may lose control and rape you.", Harry scoffed. "HARRY!", I shouted. "Do you have any idea what you just said? Louis is your best friend for gods sake!", I said annoyed that they are still acting like freaking 13 year olds. "He deserves it.", Harry spatted. "Says the man whore.", Louis scoffed. "Oh that's it!", Harry growled. "Guys, stop it!", I said firmly trying to get the boys attention, but I could see Harry clench his fists and he got up from the couch. I watched as Harry stormed over towards Louis. I knew what was going to happen. 

"HARRY! STOP IT! HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND!", I yelled hoping they would stop fighting and Harry would not throw a punch at his best mate. "NIALL HELP!", I yelled hoping Niall could help me break up the boys before something bad happened. "WHAT'S WRONG?", Niall and Liam yelled as they ran down the stairs.

The problem was Harry already lifted his fist. Niall noticed what was going on as he looked over the railing. "STOP GUYS!", Niall yelled as he and Liam ran down the stairs trying to break the two up, but Harry was a step ahead of them. He swung at Louis, but Louis was also a step ahead. Louis ducked down dodging the punch and shoved Harry to the floor. Harry jumped up immediately ready to fight back, but Niall grabbed Louis while Liam grabbed Harry.

I took a few steps back. I didn't exactly want to be in the middle of their warzone. Both boys struggled in the arms of their mates. I was terrified, because Harry can't control his temper. What if I was in Louis's position? If he was willing to hit his best friend, I am sure he would hit me too. That's what I was afraid of. Harry's temper.