Tell Me a Lie, Anything But The Truth

Am I As Good As Her?

After about an hour of listening to the boys sing, and playing with baby Lux, Louis suggested that I join the guys out to lunch. He didn't invite Paul or the women who's name was Lou. He teased them about being too old. Even though all of the guys were amazing at singing, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of Harry. 

Maybe because he was so into it, or maybe it was the fact that he sang the words "It's gotta be you!" so emotionally I could've sworn he was singing to me.

"Bloody hell! This chicken is delicous!" Liam enthused while craming a drumstick down his throat. All five of the guys ate their meal like it was going to be their last.

"Come on, let's have some manners!" Zayn chuckled while his mouth was full of chewed up food.

I slowly took another forkful of my salad. Trying to laugh along.

"Oh man! Imagine if Emily were here! She would be having a hissy-fit!" Louis commented loudly. My heart suddenly dropped. They were talking about her.

Before Harry could say anything, Niall interjected.

"Yes! Then Harry would give her a little snog and everything would be better!" 

"Then, she would tell us about her odd grandpa back in New York!" Zayn added.

"I miss Emily and her stories. I can't wait till she comes home tomorrow! I bet she'll have a ton of new stories!" Liam nodded his head in joy. 

All I could do is sit there silently. Would I ever be as great as Emily was?

"Uhhhh..." Harry looked around at the guys and me, slowly placing his fork and knife down.

"Emily and I didn't part on the best of terms. I'm not sure you guys will be seeing her until we sort some rubish out." He sighed. "For now, you'll just have to settle for Ollie" Harry turned to me and gave a small wink. Almost knocking me out of my chair.