Waiting For Yesterday. (One Direction/ Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter fifty three.

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Emily's P.O.V:

It was like deja vu.

Me in L.A, Harry in England.

Me missing him, him missing me.

Both of us wanting to be together and not being able to.

Both of us being in love, and wondering how long it would take to shake the feeling as much as we don't want it to end.

~*~

It's been 5 months now and I haven't spoken to any of them.

I did text Iz explaining how I couldn't stay in contact at the moment when I was still in love with Harry because she would always be there reminding me of him, when I desperately needed to forget.

I hope she understood.

It's been so hard without her... I miss her more than I can explain.

But apart from that I have completely shut One Direction out of my life.

It's literally just been me and Jake... I have nobody else.

I miss everyone more than ever, like the pain isn't going away, if anything it's intensifying.

And I can't do anything about it.

Watching them on television and the Internet probably doesn't help, but seeing him smile, seeing them all smile gives me some comfort; it makes me know I did the right thing.

And sometimes when he smiles, I do too.

His baby girl has finally been born, I saw it plastered all over the news, and she is so beautiful.

I know where she got her beautiful green eyes from.

He smiled at her so adoringly in the pictures, that the hurt knowing she wasn't ours disappeared because he was happy, and that's all I needed to know.

Harry's P.O.V:

She was so beautiful, my baby girl was perfect.

Isabella Styles.(thankfully Chloe let her have my name)

FLASHBACK:

"One day we will get married Em", I grinned, intertwining my fingers with hers and she lay on my chest.

"I know we will", She smiled contently.

"And have kids.... If you want to", I said, hesitantly.

"I'd love to have children with you, Harry", Emily grinned happily.

"Really?!", I beamed, "What would you call them?".

She hesitated for a few moments, "If it was a boy I'd call him Joey and if it was a girl I'd call her Isabella".

"Then so would I", I grinned happily.

END OF FLASHBACK.

I felt bad calling her Isabella at first, but it just felt right, like a part of Emily was with me, despite the permanent mark she'd left on my heart anyway.

I thought about her all the time, but she's probably moved on now, it's been months, and she doesn't even talk to Iz, because of me.

I feel awful about everything, like I've ruined her whole life.

She doesn't have any privacy.

I often see photos of her in magazines and online- everyone knows we aren't together and a lot of people are blaming her and hating on her.