The Vow [h.s.]

chapter thirty one

                 

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7.2.16 | 13 Hours.

"She's in the living room," I heard Elyse whisper to someone as the footsteps got closer and closer to the room.

I buried myself deeper into the cushions of couch, wrapping myself tighter with my blanket. I didn't want to see anyone, and frankly no one should want to see me like this. I was a mess to say the least.

"Hi," someone said as the entered the room.

I grunted out a "hello" that didn't even sound like English as it was muffled through the couch pillows. My voice was coarse and sore from crying so much, I honestly sounded disgusting.

"I have waffles," the voice chimed in an optimistic tone.

I immediately lifted my head from the couch and sat up, ready to devourer the food Rachael had brought me. My heart may be broken, but I still had an appetite.

"That's what I like to see," Rachael chuckled placing the take-home container of waffles in front of me. "Now let me see that beautiful smile of yours."

I glared up at her. I dropped my bottom lip, showing at least my teeth, but my eyes stayed narrow and my face stayed cold.

She nodded her head, smiling uneasily. "We'll work on it."

I shoved a forkful of waffles in my mouth, still scowling. I chased down the food with the remainder of my wine. I was on my fourth substantial glass and was feeling a little buzzed.

"Wine and waffles, that's an interesting combination," Rachael stated glancing over at my wine glass and open bottle next to it, with the plate of waffles.

I scoffed at her comment, chugging my wine.

Rachael fell onto the chair beside the couch that I had completely taken over. Both her and Elyse continued to exchange glances at each other, and I knew they were worried about me from the look of their faces. But I was fine.

"Guys, stop." I groaned with a mouthful of waffle. My voice had become hoarse from all of the sobs. I looked and now sounded like an ugly creature.

"Emily, we don't like seeing you like this." Rachael sighed, "And I've seen you experience heartbreak over Harry before, but not to this extent. And I hate it. I hate what he's done to you."

"Rachael's right Em," Elyse added, "Harry has broke you."

It wasn't his fault. He never did anything to me intentionally. I wasn't blaming him, and they shouldn't either. The only one to blame was myself. 

"I did this to myself," I argued my voice strained and I felt the lump rise in my throat once again, however I was unable to produce any more tears. I had dried out completely. "I realized a long time ago, that no matter where Harry is or who he is with, I will always, truly love him. It's hopeless, I'm trapped." I shrugged crossing my legs together and placing my hands in my lap. I felt utterly pathetic.

"But I hope you realize that you don't deserve that." Elyse informs me, sympathy coating her words.

"I'm not sure what I deserve." I tell her honestly.

It was true. I didn't know. I've never been in a real relationship. I didn't know how I should be treated, or what love really feels like. I was too naive when it came to that stupid, little thing called love.

"You deserve nothing but the best, Emily." Niall sighed from the doorway.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the three boys walking into the room. They all looked exhausted as Niall and Liam crashed on the couch across from me. Louis decided to sit right next to me.