Emma's POV
That was a big lie. I thought. I'm not even hungry. Truth is I haven't eaten anything for 2 days.
I dreaded having to tell Harry i'm not hungry. He always asks the same thing. "Why." Truth is, I don't even know why i'm not hungry.
"Pizza may take a while. Want to watch a movie?" Harry asked, his face glowing
"Sure."
"What movie?"
"What you got?
"Netflix" He said, winking
"You little nasty." I said, giggling
Harry smiled.
"There's that cute giggle of yours"
Um... What?
My smile faded.
Is he flirting with me?
"Emma?" Harry asked, smile fading
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Saved by the door.
"Pizza's here." Harry said.
I need to get out of here. And fast.
"Harry? I have to run, my mom wants me home to... clean the bathroom. Cya later?"
Harry looked upset. "I guess."
"Bye"
"Bye"
I grabbed my stuff and left. So many questions and emotions were flowing through my mind at once. Why did I panic and leave like that? Why did he compliment my laugh? Was he flirting? Why am I not eating? Is he mad? Does he hate me? Why this, why that, I couldn't take it anymore. All of a sudden my legs felt weak, and I couldn't walk anymore.
SMASH
I fell into the wall and onto the floor, smashing my head off of both.
I was out cold.
Somebody ran out to me.
"Emma? EMMA?!"
