Summer Love

Part fourtythree

Lauren’s POV

Another two weeks and they would be home, I just had to get through two more weeks without him. The boys were coming back just a few days before Christmas.

“Babe, I know you want to spend Christmas with your family, so do you want to stay with my family on boxing day,” I was quite nervous about meeting Harry’s family, what if they didn’t like me? His family is really important to him. “Sure, we could go to my family’s on new year?” A huge grin spread across his face, clearly he was excited about this. “I’d love too.” After talking a little longer on skype I rung my mum, she was eager to meet Harry. “So is he coming over?”

“Hi to you too mum,”

“Hi, is he coming?”

“Yes mum, Harry is coming over new year,” I sigh into the phone. “Well, I’ll need a new table cloth; I need to tidy the house, because you know your father won’t help me”

“Mum!” I cut her off “One, New Year is just over a month away, two, its Harry, not the queen.”

“Lauren, I need to make a good impression,” Typical Anita.

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Emily was away at work, I was sat in my pajamas still even though it was 2 in the afternoon. I was scrolling through twitter, I had gotten so many followers since people had found out about me and Harry. That’s when I saw it. “I can’t believe Niall slept with that girl, ew, Emily is much better!”  The twitter account was called “Nemily” Clearly some people like Emily, but Niall sleeping with someone? As I looked further through fan accounts I saw more and more tweets about Niall and some slut. Then finally someone mentioned her in a tweet. “@maisieee is the girl who slept with Niall!” I clicked on her profile, wow barely clothes on. Surely this wasn’t true but then I clicked on her pictures, there was a photo of Niall leaving a bar, her following close behind. She has admitted to sleeping with Niall.

What. The. Fuck.

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Emily’s POV

I got in from work, Lauren was sitting on the sofa, looking way too serious. “What’s wrong?” Expecting it to be like she broke the heel on her favourite shoes or the new dress she wanted was sold out in her size. “Look.” I went and joined her on the sofa with her laptop in front of us on the coffee table. Then I saw tweet after tweet about Niall sleeping with some Maisie girl, Lauren kept silent clearly not knowing what to say. I clicked on this girls profile, of course she was stunning. That’s probably why he slept with her.  As I read through her tweets talking about what happened, I felt my eyes filling with tears, but I blinked them away as soon as I could. I thought he was different. “I’m so sorry Emily,” Lauren put her arm around me and pulled me into a hug. We stayed in silence hugging for what felt like 10 minutes. “Do you want dinner? I’ll cook for a change,” Lauren finally broke the silence, as she pulled away from the hug “I don’t want to die Lauren,” I joked trying to lighten the mood. “Just get take out or something, I’m gonna go lie down for a bit, it’s been a long day.” I quickly changed into leggings and a baggy hoodie. I curled up on my bed and started uncontrollably crying, I could barely breathe. Every five seconds I was snivelling. My throat hurt, my head hurt, my chest hurt. I just couldn’t stop. I had mascara all down my cheeks, I looked a complete mess.

Lauren’s POV

I heard Emily crying in her room, I had never really seen her cry. She was quite guarded person, which made her being upset ten times worse. Knowing she was so upset literally broke my heart, it was horrible.

Emily’s POV

 I finally managed to calm myself down by the time Lauren called and said food was here. Lauren put me through watching Made in Chelsea with her, the only entertaining part being Mark Francis. I finished my food and then went back into my room, I needed my bed.

I was lying there for hours, not being able to sleep, too much was playing on my mind.

As I finally started to drift off to sleep my phone start buzzing, this was a phone call I wasn’t looking forward to. “Hey babe!”

“Hi,”

“How are you?”

“I’m great, how’s Maise?”

“What?”

Niall’s POV

Panic washed over me. Maisie? Who the fuck was Maisie? “Who’s maisie?”

“The girl you fucked Niall.” What the hell was she talking about? I haven’t slept with anyone. I would never sleep with anyone else. “I don’t know what you are talking about,”

“I saw pictures of you with her in a bar and then a picture of you two leaving together.”  Before I was shocked now I was just angry.

“Where did you see this?”

“The pictures are all over twitter, she admitted it, giving all the details on her twitter, don’t worry no one missed out on the gossip.” I was being called into another interview, now really wasn’t the time. “I have to go, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, I swear this isn’t true.”  She has to believe me, she will believe me won’t she? Yeah she has too.

Emily’s POV

I barely slept. I probably got an hours sleep that night. All these thoughts of him in America fucking some random girl made me furious. I tried to get my mind off of it, but it was impossible.

Niall’s POV

“So Niall, everyone recently found out about your one hot night with a young woman called Maisie, How do you feel since it’s been released? How does Emily feel about this?”

“It’s not true, I met her in the bar, she asked for a picture so I took one with her and she happened to be leaving when I left, so yes it looks like we left together but we didn’t.” I was furious at the fact that no one seemed to believe me. The boys did, we all went home together I was with them most of the night. Even my own girlfriend didn’t seem to believe me. After days of calling Emily and getting no answer she finally picked up.

Emily’s POV

I took the week off work and said I was ill; I couldn’t deal with it this week. I sat in my bedroom all day eating tub after tub of baked Alaska, watching Back to the future, John Tucker must die, Dirty dancing and Avengers assemble over and over.

As I read through my twitter more every day, people still talking about Niall and Maisie, most people seemed to think it wasn’t true. He started calling me, same time, two in the morning like all the other times. Maybe I should answer this time; maybe I should let him explain. I picked up not saying a word; I didn’t know what to say.

“Emily,”

“Yeah..” My voice was so quiet I wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t heard me.

“You have to believe me, we just left the bar at the same time, this girl is lying.” He rushed his words, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if  believed him.

“Please Emily, you have to believe me, I could never do that to you.” He honestly did sound sincere and also very desperate, but I didn’t want to forgive him and then it turns out to be true.

“Please Emily.”