Dark Secrets. ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Give Me Love.

( The songs for this chapter are:

Give Me Love- Ed Sheeran

DNA- Little Mix .... By the way this entire chapter will be in Emmy's POV because it's all about her insecurities.)

Emmy's POV

I looked over at the clock. 4 A.M. Harry is in the kitchen cleaning up the cup I dropped. I'm such an idiot. I kissed Harry and liked it. I'm not supposed to get close to any one, or fall for someone. I sigh and put my head in my hands. He's going to get hurt. It will end badly. He'll break your heart. He just feels sorry for you. You're too fucked up for someone to love. I shake my head to clear the thoughts. I can't stand the thought of someone loving me, or loving someone. What's the point? No one ever stays in love. I should just leave. Run away from my problems, like I always have. 

Harry stands in front of me smiling. How could someone like him love someone like me? It's a ridiculous thought. He's just too perfect for someone like me. His freakishly beautiful green eyes, his dimples. How tan he is, the way his hair falls. All of his tattoos. His voice, and personality. Just everything about him. It's too much. I look away from him and stare at my hands.

" What's wrong Em?" He puts his hand on my back.

" Nothing. Just tired." I lie.

" Okay. Want some breakfast?" He smiles.

" Harry it's four o'clock in the morning. You need to go back to bed." I laugh.

" Nope." He sticks his tongue out.

" I'll cut your tongue off pretty boy!" I threaten. 

" Do it." He winks.

I feel a funny feeling in my stomach. Weird. Mr. Styles decides on bacon and toast. He tries making pancakes, but burns them every time. When he finishes cooking he kisses my forehead and makes me a plate. Five pieces of bacon and one piece of toast. Knows me so well. I walk towards the back door and Harry stops me.

" What?" I ask.

" I don't want to go out there." He frowns.

" Okay. Let's go to the couch!" I run off.

I hear a seriously Emmy, but ignore it. I grab a blanket and cuddle into the corner of the couch. Harry walks into the room and sits in the middle. I can't help, but admire his toned chest. He be looking fine as hell. While I'm over here looking like a homeless person. Harry scoots closer to me and I laugh and turn the TV on. Some interview person was on the screen. "One Direction at 10:00!" Flashes across the screen.

" You need to go back to sleep Harry!" I laugh.

" No I refuse. My alarm is set for 6 anyways." He shrugs.

" That's in two hours." I smile.

" I know, but I'd rather be awake with you." He smiles.

" Dork." I poke his cheek.

" Do you have any plans for today?" He takes a bite of toast.

I shove some bacon in my mouth and motion towards the TV. He laughs and I can't help but smile. I stretch out on the couch and put my legs on Harry. He groans and puts his hands on my legs. I couldn't help but feel self conscious. My legs aren't skinny, and they're probably irritating him. I try wiggle my legs out of his grasp, but he holds them there. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the TV. I start feeling myself drift into sleep. I try to fight it, but give in when I feel something warm under my head.