Fallen // h.s.

Twenty

"Emma."

"Uh yeah?" I asked looking up at my best friend.

"Hurry the fuck up. Harry's going to be here in half an hour and you are still not ready." Scarlett raised her voice at me.

Apparently she wanted this to go perfect so, here I am, in her apartment trying to get ready. Why was everyone so determined to get me with Harry? First Louis, and now Scarlett.

"I'm just missing my shoes Scar."

"And makeup." She answered with an annoyed tone.

"Relax Scar. It's not like I really want to look good for Harry." I said looking at myself in the mirror.

"Yeah right."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked looking at her sternly.

"C'mon Scar, you thought I wouldn't notice. I know you like Harry." She sang grinning like a total idiot. I was taken back, how did she know? Wait, what am I saying? I don't like him. She doesn't know anything, because I don't like him. Duh. I mean it's pretty obvious.

"You are crazy Scarlet. I d-don't like him." I scoffed.

Scarlett just looked at me like I had just said the worst lie I've ever told in my entire life. She pursed her lips at me obviously not believing me. "I'm your best friend Emma. You are not supposed to lie to me."

"I'm not lying." I simply answered. As if on cue a knock was heard from the front door. It was probably Harry.

Scarlett just gave me a look for me to finish getting my make up done while she invited Harry in. I rolled my eyes at her.

"If you keep rolling your eyes at me missy, they are going to fall off your head." She scolded as I laughed at her as I walked back to the room and finished getting change.

I wasn't much of a makeup person, so I just placed some powder, and bit of blush. That's practically what I wear everyday to work.

I could hear talking outside. I wondered what were Harry and Scarlett talking about. It took me by surprise what Scarlett had said. Did I really like Harry? I didn't like Harry did I? I mean I was attracted to him...who wouldn't be? He was physically perfect. I had to admit it. Harry was a really attractive guy. Hell, he was fucking hot. Ugh, I do like don't I?

God I was in so much trouble. I couldn't like Harry. In fact now that I think about it I think I've liked Harry for some time now. I did like him I had to accept it. Though I would never tell him that. He had hurt me, he still hurts me, and he could always hurt me in the future so I wasn't going to risk getting hurt again. I didn't like Harry Styles. Is it clear heart? Clear.

I got out of the room sighing and smiled looking at Harry's back. Once he stood up I froze. He was wearing some black skinny jeans and a simple gray shirt. It had been the first time since I've seen Harry in a short-sleeved shirt. He would always use long ones for work. The first day I met him he also had a long shirt. I thought he always dressed all workly and elegant but I guess, like he always says, I yet have to know him better. I could notice all the tattoos covering his arms. There were so many. Somehow I couldn't help but find him even hotter with all those tattoos. Oh my God I was going crazy.