Sorry if it's short, and if there's any typos.
I didn't really check it over. :P
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My eyes stayed fixed on my cup of ice cream, my breathing hard and heavy. Everybody surrounding me was calm and collective while I couldn’t seem to be able to sit still or stop the constant train of thoughts that were going through my mind. It was driving me crazy. I never knew that coming home would make me feel this sick and nervous.
“Harry, you alright over there?” Niall asked me from across the table, tilting his head to the side slightly in confusion. “You’re always so loud. What’s wrong?” The rest of the boys’ heads turned to look at me as Niall went on. “I thought you’d be happy to finally be home.”
I just nodded my head in reply, picking up my spoon from the table with a shaky hand and sinking it into my chocolate ice cream. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired and overwhelmed,” I reassured, looking down at the table once more as I shoveled a small bite of ice cream into my mouth.
The boys quickly turned their attention away from me and became absorbed in the conversation they had been having before once more. My brain filled with an overwhelming amount of thoughts again, nearly driving me to insanity. I stabbed my spoon into my ice cream roughly, continuing to eat at a slower rate than I usually would. I was too distracted. I wasn’t exactly completely sure what was sidetracking me so much.
Maybe it was the fact that I felt bad. Maybe it was because my mind kept flickering back to my last night here.
I winced, letting my eyes fall closed for a few moments as I thought back to that night. I really did blow it. I had been selfish and ignorant and hadn’t taken a single second to think of the damage it could’ve caused. And it was caused. I wasn’t sure how I had made Emma feel, but it had hurt me. Big time. I hadn’t gone a single day without regretting my actions.
Emma. My heart ached as I thought of her, but at the same time, it jumped in my chest. Never had I met anybody else that had an effect on me like she did. Even the rest of the boys found it crazy. Everybody saw me as a player, but when Emma was around, my mind was suddenly cleared of all other girls that I had ever met and all I wanted was her. But that was something she never knew, and now, she’d most likely never know. Even after a year of seeing her, the thought of her was still enough to make my heart race.
“It’s nice to finally be on break and back home,” Louis said, breaking me away from my thoughts and snapping me back into reality. “Maybe we could meet up with some old friends.” He set his gaze on me before wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk. “Like Emma.”
My heart sunk down to my stomach as I shook my head, beginning to pretend to be occupied with poking my spoon into what remained of my ice cream. “She’s not going to want to talk to me. Or probably any of us, for that matter.”
Louis rolled his eyes in reply. “It’s been a year, Harry. I’m sure she’s over it—“
Before he could go on, Zayn cut him off with the shake of his head, holding out his spoon slightly as a gesture. “She’s also a girl. Girls tend to make a big deal out of things for a longer time. She’s not going to forget about it, Louis. We were idiots.”
I set my gaze back down on my lap, sighing to myself. They didn’t understand it. Sure they had been friends with Emma, but I was always closest to her. They had never developed feelings for her either, so they didn’t know how I was feeling at the moment, and most likely never would understand.
My head stayed down low as I heard the chimes on the door of the shop ringing, signaling that somebody else was coming inside. It was when I heard the sound of a familiar giggle that my head snapped up. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in ages. For a few moments, I was convinced that I had imagines the sound. It was when my eyes laid on her that it was resolved that I hadn’t. She was there.
It was as if fate had stepped in, because there was Emma. Her long brown hair flowed down her back, following behind her as she stepped up to the counter. Even though I was only able to get a side view of her, I was almost positive I could see the sparkle in her blue eyes. There was another girl beside her, but my eyes stayed fixed on Emma. They were glued to her. My heart was racing faster than it ever had in the past year.
Zayn’s eyes followed my gaze. “Oh lord…” he murmured under his breath before looking back toward me. “Harry, you alive over there?” he asked, hitting my arm roughly before releasing a soft chuckle.
Louis’ eyes did the same and followed my path. “Well, look who it is. There’s Emma,” he said, his voice slowly trailing off as his eyes widened and shifted to the side a little bit. “And who might that be beside her?”
I ignored his comment, continuing to just stare at her. I was hoping that I could possibly catch her eye, because if I did, the look I’d get in return would probably signify whether or not she was still upset with me. I was hoping for maybe even a smile. My eyes burned into her. Why wasn’t she looking back?
“Harry, Harry!” Louis called out, making me look over at him. “Go approach Emma. Then after you make up, ask her to come somewhere with us. And make sure she brings her friend.” His lips formed a slight grin as he set his gaze back on the girl beside her.
I shook my head at him, picking up my dirty napkin and throwing it at his face. “No. Approach a girl without my help for once,” I murmured under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back in my seat.
“Lighten up, Harold,” he said with a smirk, knowing that calling me by my real name annoyed me. “You know I’m not good with girls. Besides, you want to make up with Emma, right? It’s a win/win situation.”
I let my eyes wander back over to Emma once more. If I didn’t approach her now, I’d most likely not have another chance to do so in a while. I scowled as I rose to my feet, watching as Emma walked over to retrieve some napkins. “Fine. And when this doesn’t work, remember it’s your fault.”
I shoved my hands into my pockets, keeping my head down low as I took a few steps away from the booth. My palms began sweating as my heart felt like it was ready to explode. She was actually right there. My stomach churned as I stepped up behind her, watching her struggle to pull out more napkins from the dispenser. I took in a deep breath.
Without hesitation, I reached forward, tapping her shoulder.
