From The Begining

decision

Hello

new part, I'm thinking to start a new story, but I don't know wheather you would like it too. Please answer me....

now enjoy:

Emma's pov:

I was talking to Liam, ok, shouting. When suddenly, the other end of the line being very noisy. I heard shouting, then a very knowing voice said to the phone.

'hallo' I shocked. He was it. Harry was the end of the line, I have to tell him, no, he shouldn't have to know about the baby. no, it will never happen.

'hello' I said slowly.

'WHAT A FUCKING BITCH ARE YOU?' he shouted, while I heard Liam too.

'NO, Harry, shout up, and listen up! I never want you to know about my baby. It's my baby...'

'but..' he tries to interrupt me, but I don't care

'no, now shout up. It's MY baby, you will never see it, and you will know shit about him/her I don't let my baby near to you. You kick me out, and with this step you put down your rights as a father. This little baby will have a father but it won't be you. It will be a gentelmen, who love the baby, and me, and not just for a night. Harry, you have to accept, these are the facts. And one last thing, don't try to find me! That's it. Now I wish you  a happy life. Bye, Harry.' I tried not to cry, but the tears burn my eyes.

'Wait, Emma, I love you!' he shouted to the phone. I heard his tearful voice. I can imagine his watered face, his amazing green eyes....no, Emma, wake up! I thinking , but I have to be strong, I cannot broke, not, now, not before Harry.

'Listen, you know nothing about love, so I cannot believe, bye Harry' I pull the red button on my phone, and that minute I broke.

I just sit on the canape and crying. I feel like shit. But it hurt, my heart hurt very much, it felt like, it will tear out. My phone was ringing all the time, but I have no power to receive the calls. I saw Liam, Harry, even the other boys in the call list, but I didn't want to talk with any of them. When I lost my tears, when there were no more tears in me, I stand up, and walk to the bathroom, to wash my face. But a wrong decision: I look at the mirror. I find a girl with mess on the top of his head, small red eyes, and a big red nose. Yes, it was me, and the outcome of the crying. I went to the shower, to make myself look normal, then I fall asleep.

enjoy you're life

bye sweethearts Julie-Anne