Living A Dream - L.T.

Chapter Three (Harry Girl)

1:42 - Emily's P.O.V.

I pulled up to his flat, parking on the curb. I looked at my watch and smiled proudly, praising myself mentally for actually being on time for once. I gave myself a pep-talk in my head to not mess this one up. I walked up to his house, and fixed my hair before knocking at the door 3 times.

The door flew open, and there stood Louis, in a nice tee and skinny jeans. He had his Keds on, of course. "Hey, Emily." he smiled sweetly. "You look...Wow..." He trailed off, putting his hands up as if he'd lost the words. I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and smiled at my shoes. "T-Thanks." I said, feeling my face flush. "Come in, Please." He said, stepping to the side for me to walk in. I did as I was told, and saw wine glasses and Cherri on the coffee table. I sat down on the couch. "Cherri?" he asked, pouring some into a crystal wine glass. He handed it to me, and  I scoffed at all that he was doing for me.

"So, how old are you?" he said sitting beside me. "I'm 23. You're like 27-28 now, right?" I said cringing as I asked because I was 11 when they started. "Yeah. Next week is Liam's Birthday. He would be...26." he said looking down, sniffing a bit. My heart was heavy and I had a lump in my throat. I swallowed the lump, and blinked back the tears."It'll get better from here. I promise." I said, putting my hand on his without thinking. He looked down at our hands and nodded, taking mine into his by flipping his hand. Our fingers interlocked, and fit beautify together. "Thank you, Emily. You're exactly what I need in my life right now." he said, staring into my deep blue eyes with his crystal blue ones intently.

"Aww!! Lou Bear finally found a Boo Bear!" a familiar British accent called. Louis turned around quickly, but then rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Harold! How long were you listening?" he asked, while I just stared at him, probably looking like a complete idiot right now. "What's wrong? Do I have a giant zit on my forehead?" Harry chuckled. I stood up and held my neck. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just...Its actually you. And you," I pointed to Louis. "You guys saved me, and I always told myself I would always be just a fan you never knew existed. It's almost like the song you did, Diana. 'I don't think you realize, baby you be saving mine' it said. But now I'm here, dating Louis Tomlinson," He smiles widely, since he never asked, it just sort of happened. "...and talking to Harry Styles, the two people that helped me hold on to the last bit of hope in my life I still had, and you had no idea I was alive." I said, feeling embarrassed.

"Wow. That was deep shit, mate." Harry said surprised. "Emi, I had no Idea you felt like that. I'm so sorry-" He was cut off by harry saying; "Wait Wait Wait.  Did you say we were the only ones that helped you hold on to the last bit of hope you had left? Us?" harry asked. I nodded, and a mischievous smile tickled his lips. "So which one was your favorite out of us?" he said putting his hands on his hips. "Harry, there is no point in asking. She's going to pick me anyway." He said, laughing a bit. "Oh yeah? So? who's it going to be? Me or Carrot face, over here?" I knew this game. I thought I'd have some fun, though. I smiled and crossed my arms under my chest. "Hmmmm, though call. But I'll have to go with..........Harry!," I looked over at Louis, and said something he should remember. "...Coz I'd like his cely heih." I mocked his accent while quoting him from his diaries. He looked like a lost puppy dog. I laughed and so did harry. "Don't worry, man. I'm not going to steal your girl." he chuckled at his pun. I laughed along quietly, before hearing a high pitch voice from the other side of the flat.

"Daddy!" his accent was very north England, just like Louis. "Hey, buddy. I've got to go to work, so I'll see you later." harry said picking him up and snuggling him, but putting him back down again. Harry gave me a wave, and walked out. "Is that-" "Freddie? Yup. I know right." he said, before picking his son up to put on his lap. "Woah. You're pretty." Freddie said to me. I laughed. "Why thank you. And you're pretty handsome yourself, Freddie. Oh my god you're such a big boy now. I remember the day you were born. A day before my birthday. Heck, I remember the day Louis said he was having a kid. I cried for days." I chuckled. "Why did you cry?" I smiled. "Because as you know, your dad was in a very famous band that changed a lot of little girls lives, and to know that one of the boys that you have grown up and matured with had a kid, it's just a wake up call that they can't stay young forever. And neither can you." I said  wiping a stray tear away as quickly as it came.

"Oh. Yeah. I think Uncle Liam was in it too, right daddy?" he asked, me and Louis having the same expression on our faces when he said it. "Yeah. Uncle Liam was in it too." he said, trying to stay strong for his son. "Why don't you go play?" he said, obviously holding back his tears and a lump in his throat, but starting to lose grip of both of them. As soon as he left the room he lost control entirely. "It was so early." He sobbed. I pulled him into a hug. Soon enough I was silently crying, not making a sound other than a few sniffs here and there, only tears slowly running down my cheeks. "I know. It was way to early. It was hard on all of us. Caused us a lot of pain." I said, cringing lightly at the word pain. He obviously  noticed because he berried his face into my neck, and held on to me tighter like I was going to leave him or something. I rubbed his back, and cooed sweet nothings into his ear.

After a bit longer, he finally calmed down and we stat back down. "Oh god, I'm sorry about breaking like that. I don't know what happened there I just-" I cut him off by grabbing his hands. "Louis, its ok. I understand. That was nothing compared to what happened the night you let the news out that he didn't make it through the surgery." He and I both laughed. "Thank you. You're beautiful, did you know that?" I looked down and frowned. He tilted my head up with his index finger, pulling my chin slightly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Don't tell yourself otherwise, okay?" I slowly nodded, and watched his eyes trail down my face to my lips quickly, as he leaned in and kissed me. He pushed me against the edge of the couch, and gently leaned over me. When he finally released, I smiled. He began to sing softly.

It makes your Li-I-I-I-I-ps so kissable

And your ki-i-i-i-i-ss, unmissable.

Your fingertips, so, touchable

And your e-y-y-ys, Irresistible

He looked at me and smiled. "Are you going to leave soon?" He asked, meaning more than just his house. I smiled, and pulled his body down on mine, him leaning on his elbows. "I don't plan on going anywhere." is said huskily through a smirk, before pulling him down and kissing his perfect lips again.