Tattooed Love

Chapter 3

Emma. Of course, why wouldn't she be here.The thought of me and Harry visiting his parents completely fades away, even though I don't want to be here.

"Are you coming." Harry asks me.

"Ya, let me just do a few things first, and I'll be over their."

"Ok. But I want you to know that don't think my parents don't like you, because they do. Just like I love you." he tells me.

I give him a sympathetic look, because we both know his parents don't like me. But, that's Harry, always trying his best to make you feel better.

As soon as he steps out of the car, I reach for my bag and dial the only useful number right now. Carly's.

Carly is my best friend, but also very opinionated. However that's what I need right now, a person that can spit out the truth. Harry isn't very good at that, so you can say they're opposites.

When I hear her voice, I tell her exactly what I saw when we drove in the parking lot.

"Emma, she's here."

"What, how? Isn't she supposed to be in that snobby ass school across the world." she tells me.

I almost let out a laugh, because I've never heard her sound this angry, but this is no laughing matter.

I don't know, But what I do know is that I'm going to have to talk to her in about 2 minutes, So think fast."

"I'm coming over, what's the adress."she tells me.

"You can't just barge in Harry's parents house.That's rude."

"Fine, then you and Emma can make some awkward conversation together. Plus his parents love me."

She always has a way to to make me feel guilty, and I know she is going to end up coming anyway.

His parents do love her, after all she does work at the bakery which Harry's parents own.

"Fine, But please, do not start anything with Emma. We both know how that ended last time."

I give her the adress, and finally have the energy to get out of the car. I fix my worn out t-shirt making it look as best as possible even though I know his mother will never approve.

As soon as I walk in my eyes dart to the dark-brunette. I greet Harry's parents with a single kiss on the cheek and a smile to Emma.

I had just noticed that she is sitting on the same couch as Harry. Oh god.

"Chloe, we thought you weren't coming." Emma vaguely says.

Just as soon as I was going to answer her the front door opens and none other than Carly barges in.

"Mr. and Mrs. Styles nice to see you, and Chloe and Harry of course."

I almost laugh, behind the sarcasm in Carlys voice after "forgetting" about greeting Emma.

She sits next to me, and I feel the tension growing in the room. The thing is the only people feeling it is Carly, Emma, and me.

While the Styles' keep me busy with questions, I am suddenly eyeing Carly and Emma. And before you know it Emma stands to her feet and whispers something in Carly's ear. Carly's face goes from confident to furious as fast as the man finished with Harry's tattoo today.

This was not a good idea.