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Chapter 31: Downfall

Harry's POV;

"Harry! Wait!"

I heard Emma shout from the bottom of the stairs. The pain in her voice was breaking my heart, but I kept climbing up. I knew that if we kept talking about this I'd get even more pissed off and God knows what I'd say. I just wanted to be alone at this point.

I shut the door behind me and threw myself down on the bed, crossing my arms and resting them under my head as I looked up at the ceiling.

Maybe I'm being over dramatic about this, but I can't help it. Can you blame me though?

I can't stop thinking about the way Emma freaked out when I saw that Matt texted her. It just keeps replaying over and over again in my head.

The thought of someone else having Emma is driving me nuts. It honestly is making me want to punch through a wall.

Now this Matt cunt is going to fuck everything Emma and I had up! Just wait til I get my hands on him, he'll end up just like Tyler did: on the floor crying in pain. That should teach the bastard a lesson. Don't try and take something that isn't yours motherfucker.

If Emma was right, if she really did tell him to back off, then what the hell is he doing asking her out for coffee?

That still doesn't explain why the hell Emma freak out. Did she really not tell me about him because she didn't want to start something between me and him, especially since he likes her? Or was it because she secretly liked him?

I don't know...just thinking about this was hurting my already pounding head.

I turned on my side and shut my eyes, trying to push all these thoughts away. But, it was useless.

I drifted in and out of sleep while tossing and turning. My mind was still in a blur. When I looked at the time it was already three in the morning.

Half asleep I reached out to my right, where Emma usually sleeps, but felt nothing except the cold duvet.

"Em?" I whispered leaning up to look around the empty room.

Where was she? Why wasn't she here?

I pushed the duvet off me and dashed out of the room. From the top of the stairs, looking down everything was dark, not one light was on.

Did Emma leave?

It wasn't until I actually stepped into the living room that I saw Emma asleep on the couch. Moonlight pouring in from the window illuminated the room, and fell on her beautiful skin. She was curled up with a light blanket around her, hugging it close.

I knelt down in front of her, brushing strands of hair out of her face. It was then that I noticed her makeup was smeared around her eyes, and streaking down her cheek. God, she had been crying...and bad.

I should have just believed her, damn it. This is all my fault. Her tears weren't worth all this.

I leaned down and gently placed a kiss to her stained cheek, "I'm sorry love," I whispered, brushing my lips across her skin lightly.

Careful enough not to wake Emma up, I snaked my one arm under her knees and one to her back before lifting her up against me. I carried her sleep filled body up to our bedroom before setting her gently down on the bed. I climbed in next to her and pulled her body close to mine.

I kissed the top of Emma's head before drifting back into sleep.

Emma's POV;

As soon as my eyes fluttered open, pain filled my head. Groaning from my headache, I leaned up on my elbow and placed a hand to my forehead. Such a great way to start today huh?