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Stuck-Prologue

so like I need to point out something. this is my crappy writing that didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to. I really really really don't want you to take this book as a reflection of my other writing. please give my other stories a chance because they are a gazillion times better. please check out escape, Rollercoaster, flipped, 102 days without you, and impetuous on my other account (nycthemeron) PLEASE I PROMISE MY WRITING IS BETTER THAN THIS BUT THANKS FOR READING ANYWAY.
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-------Prologue:

Wind whips my hair around my face as I stand, staring. He leans over the railing of the balcony. I can see his tattoos faintly through the white dress shirt he wears, causing memories to flash through my mind so vividly.

I shake my head and stare at him some more. This moment was inevitable. I knew it would happen eventually when I made that stupid bet. Why I thought I could win it, I don't have any idea that can surface clear in my head. Maybe it was the alcohol surging through my veins and burning as it trickled down my throat that night. Even so, there's no one to blame here in this dilemma, except for me. I could have stopped it, but I didn't. So here I am, about to do the most heart wrenching thing I've ever done.

My knuckles turn white on the clutch I'm holding. This is my night, these events shouldn't be occurring. After last night, there was no choice but to complete this today.

My heels click softly as I walk onto the balcony, standing next to him. "There's my celebrity," he smiles at me.

"You actually came," I whisper.

"Well, it's not everyday your girlfriend becomes an author," he chuckles to himself. The word he just called me makes my heart sink. He doesn't love me. This is all an act.

"You're even wearing the white shirt you swore you'd never put on your body," I tell him. He turns and faces me.

"Only for you."

He takes slow steps in my direction, that seem to be too fast for me. I'm not sure what to do, his green eyes fogging up my judgement. He stands in front of me now, his hand traveling to place a piece of fallen hair behind my ear. His eyes move to my lips and I know what's coming.

His lips find mine and I am beginning to become lost in the comforting, extraordinary feeling they bring. My whole body ignites and my head becomes clouded. It takes everything I have to shove him back gently.

"Ems, what is it?" he asks, worry becoming evident in his voice. I reach into my clutch with shaky hands, pulling out $200 dollars,

held together by a rubber band. I have to force his hand open to be able to place it in his palm.

"Two-hundred exact," I say.

"What the hell is this, Emma?" he looks at me with hurt and anger that I'm much too familiar with.

"Your victory money."

"What are you talking about?" he grabs my shoulders. Deep breaths. Those fingers that glided over my skin so tenderly last night are on my bare shoulders, causing my whole body to tingle.

"I know about everything, Harry. And even though you say you loved me, I don't think you do. You told Shawn you couldn't care less about me. That this was all an act from the very beginning," the words leave my mouth as soon as possible.

"So all of this time, it meant nothing to you?" He's livid now.

"Harry, don't you get it? It meant absolutely everything to me. I love you and you can't say it back because it isn't true and you'll never, ever love me. I have to accept that. I thought that after what happened between us, our whole relationship. I thought I could be positive that you really loved me. I had this fantasy in my head that this was all real. Maybe you did love me. Maybe we would have a future together, but I was so terribly wrong. Don't pretend that it all meant something to you. Amanda warned me about you. I don't know why I didn't listen. Everything we went through was a lie. We called that bet off, but you never did in your head," tears are now coating my cheeks.

"Emma, I told you that I loved you first and I meant every word of it. You are my life. Why are you questioning that?" he says.

"I know everything that happened last night, okay?"

He just stares at me with mixed emotions. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. His words will be too painful to hear. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I can't take the heartache. Please, don't try to contact me. Thank you for coming, it means a lot." I turn on my heel and start my exit. Shawn is here and I need to go find Niall before my life is put to an abrupt end.

"Emma, don't you walk away from me!" he yells. I leave my head down, continuing to walk. "Emma, dammit!" he screams and then I'm running.