Two can't keep a secret.

i love you

Emelia’s POV;

After me and Niall finished eating we put on ‘This means war’ and watching it on our own. Since I’ve been back I haven’t seen Harry or anyone and Brooke hadn’t been down since putting my things away.

“Where’s Harry?” I questioned Niall, he didn’t look at me when he answered.

“Him and Zayn had something to do.” He simply shrugged, his eyes glued to the TV. I didn’t question him but I wanted to know what he was doing.

When the film finished everyone came and sat in with us, Harry sat next to me and put his arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder. He kissed me on my forehead and I giggled.

“GET A ROOM!” Louis shouted and I laughed at him, Harry sent him a glare and Louis smirked at him. I looked at Brooke and she was snuggled up to Liam, both in their own little world.

“So Brooklyn, what’s going on between you and Liam then?” I asked loudly to snap them out of their little bubble and she looked at me, and boy if looked could kill I’d be 6ft under by now.

“We aren’t doing titles.” She shrugged and I swear he looked upset for a split second but it was gone and he was smiling and agreeing with Brooke.

“So girls, what was your life like back in England?” Zayn genuinely asked, I didn’t exactly like to talk about back then and the look on Brookes face showed that neither did she, I don’t know why because she had it great.

“So how do you two know each other?” Niall asked trying to make the topic more pleasant but it didn’t work.

“Um, we went to the same high school.” Brooke answered while picking at her nails, something she does when she’s nervous or don’t know what to do or say.

“Yeah, anyone want a drink?” I asked trying to change the subject. Everyone asked for a coke and Harry offered to help me retrieve them all which I gladly accepted. I walked to the fridge and got out 7 cokes, I turned and bumped into Harry. I mumble an apology not looking at him as I go to walk past him but he swiftly takes the cans out of my hand and places them on the side and tilts my chin up to make me look in his eyes but I close my eyes, refusing his plead. I heard him sigh and let go of my chin. I opened my eyes to see that his jaw was tight, his hands clenched to fists and his eyes dark.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked in a deep voice, laced with anger.

“Nothing.” I simply answer looking at my feet not wanting to look at the anger in his eyes that I can feel burning holes in to me.

“Why are you lying? Do you not trust me or something?” He snapped, I looked up and his chest was heaving.

“I’m not lying.” I bluntly mumbled, trying to stand my ground as he stared down at me and in that moment I felt so intimidated and small I just wanted to curl in to a ball.

“Emelia, don’t lie to-“

“Harry, I don’t want to fucking talk about it so drop it!” I shouted cutting him off, not caring if the others hear.

“Emelia-” He said in a softer tone, reaching out to touch my hand but I pulled away. Tears brimming my eyes as I turn away so my back is facing him. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, I jumped at the sound of a glass hitting the wall.

“God, why the fuck can't you drop it?! It doesn't fucking matter!” I screamed at him in an attempt to make him drop the subject but he wouldn't he just continued and as if the tears couldn't say to him I don’t want to talk about it.

“We are together doesn’t that mean we should trust and tell each other our problems and shit to help one another get through it?!” He shouted back.