Sorry for not updating. Ugh, writers block. The natural enemy of authors. I know it's short and also a horrendously written chapter but please keep in mind that it's under writers block. And also wooooo! Over a thousand reads, and I so appreciate it because this is the first story I ever wrote here so it means loads. And anyhoo, oh my gosh, poor Emily! I just love drama. Nialls a player (but is he really?)
*SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC*
And is Harry really over Emily? *SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC*
Is Blair who she seems to be? *SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC*
Which side will Trixie take? *SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC*
Will Em stay at the Academy? *SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC*
I'm done now. Ooh I almost forgot! PLEASE READ MR PLAYERS GIRLFRIEND BY JayMeltsHugs. It's really good.
Lana
MissHoranette
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Chapter Nine: Harry's Comfort.
|~Emily's P.O.V~|
My boyfriend - no, ex-boyfriend. Ex-Boyfriend, ex-best friend, ex-everything. - he was a player. Three girls in one month. How was that explainable?
"What if there's a logical explanation?" Pixie pondered as she walked outside into the rain with me, ruining her perfectly shaped hair.
"Like what? Emma is a long lost cousin?" I scoffed.
"What if he was cheating on you and lied?" oh, yeah, Pixie. I feel way better after that theory.
"Pix, Niall is a horrendous liar. He looks at the ground and bites his lip and his voice goes all high. I can tell, I've known him for eight years." I answered.
"EMILY!" I looked round. I faintly made out a blonde head racing my way. I picked up my pace and ran. I ran far and long until I reached a tree. A willow tree. Feeling homestly stupid, I ducked under the long hanging leaves and sat on the dry grass. The green hanging foliage surrounded me, prettily blowing in the wind. I leaned up against the trunk, a single tear running down my cheek. I always came here, under this tree. To escape Trixie's babbling about Niall. My book still lay there, placed in between branches.
The leaves parted and a hand reached in. I turned around and stared at the tree trunk.
"Go away."
"No." said the voice back.
"Just get out and leave me al- hey what happened to your Irish accent?" I said suspiciously.
"Doofus! It's me, Harry!" I smiled to myself. Hazza Bear never failed to know where I hide.
"Harry, you always know how to cheer me up, but right now I don't feel like talking." I said, turning to face him. He shook his head and I watched him sling water from his curls.
"Why can't I cheer you up now?" he asked gently, sitting down beside me. I shook my head impatiently.
"You don't get it, do you Harry? You've never known what it's like to be heartbroken. You're the heartBREAKER! no one can cheer me up, not even you. There's two people I wanna see and they're Charlotte and Blair. Only they know What I'm feeling. You can't just cheer me up with a couple of flirty and funny words. You have to know me, and you certainly don't know me! Only Charlotte and Niall know me. It's Niall that knows me best and that's the crazy thing, because he was my best friend on the planet. So stop thinking you can make me go forget everything with a couple of your stupid catchphrases, Harry styles!" I lashed out. He looked taken aback. He put an arm around my shoulders. Why was he doing this? I was such a bitch to him.
"I'm sorry, Harry!" I started crying into his shoulder. "I really need to see Charlottte."
"What did I say about calling me that?"
I looked up. "Charlie!" I squealed and abandoned Harry to engulf my best friend in a hug.
"Em, you'll never guess who I just talked to." she grinned.
"Who?" I asked skeptically, chuckling.
"Pixie Lott! She told me what happened. Niall called me, how he has my number I don't know." She shook her head, and I laughed.
Forget boys, friends never leave your side.
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Charlie had managed to comfort me while Harry squeezed my arm. I still sat under the tree with them, my eyes puffy and my make up destroyed.
"Hey Emily. Would you like to go out with me? Again?" Harry asked casually. I gasped and backed away, tripping over a stone and landing on my ass. Smooth, Emily, smooth.
"No!" I said incredulously. Go out with Harry the heartbreaker? Just after I had my heart broken twice? What the fuck had he been smoking?
"No, Em, please. I never meant to hurt you." he pleaded. Had I been closer up, his eyes would have made me completely cave. As it was I was placed metres away, sitting on my butt. His eyes softened me, but not totally.
"Well Harry I brother-love you. But I'm staying way clear of you One Direction boys for now."
"Let's see if you feel that way during tour." he smirked.
"I'll miss you cheeky, but -"
"You don't need to miss us."
"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.
"I kinda talked to Simon Cowell..."
"And?"
"I invited him to the concert..."
"What! And?" I was wondering who that dude in a huge trench coat was!
"He said you were mega-talented...."
"And?!"
"He invited you on tour to be One Direction plus one..."
"AND?!"
"I accepted for you?"
"YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?" I screamed.
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Huh! I didn't have to do drastic edits! I'm getting better, lol! I have no idea what I'm on about. Anyway, yeah. Vote, comment, fan...notice how I put VOTE first?
Lana
MissHoranette
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