Stuck » h.s. (UNDER EDITING)

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HARRY'S POV:

Emma never answered my text message last night. I know she told me not to speak to her ever again, but the whole time I was with Paige yesterday, I couldn't get Emma off of my mind. She was all I saw even though she wasn't the girl wearing only my t-shirt. I bet you she would look so much better in it than Paige ever could. I really f.ucked up. Emma had come to tell me something and I was too worried about getting laid to see what she needed.

After I walked in on her watching that video yesterday, I've felt nothing but guilt. I shouldn't have just walked into her apartment like that. That was an invasion of her privacy and it was wrong. I'm twenty-three years old and I can't show a little respect for a woman.

Who am I kidding? I've never had respect.

But Emma makes me want to.

I don't judge her for whatever happened on that video. We all have secrets and we all have a past. The past is the past even though she seemed really torn up about it. It doesn't matter to me because she's perfect now.

There's a knock on my office door.

"Come in," my voice comes out rough and my throat is dry. I pick up my tea and take a sip of it.

I'm supposed to be meeting my new assistant editor today, this might be her.

A girl with dark auburn hair, the exact color of Emma's, steps in looking sexy as hell.

I almost choke when she moves the hair out of her face. It is Emma. Her face holds just as much shock as mine. How is Emma my new assistant editor? Is that what she wanted to tell me yesterday?

"Emma?"

Well no shit, Sherlock. Obviously it's Emma.

"Uh, hi?" she says sheepishly. She still stands in the doorway, looking nervous and embarrassed.

"You can come in. I don't bite, only occasionally," I wink and her cheeks redden. I love the effect I have on her.

She steps in, closing the door behind her.

"Well, I'm Emma. You must be the main editor I'll be working with," she says and holds her hand out. Is she really doing this?

I stand up and walk around my desk, coming face to face with her.

"Ems, don't do this. Please, don't shut me out." I'm so f.ucked up. She has every right to shut me out. In fact I wouldn't blame her if she quit this job all together because of me. I've been nothing but horrible to this perfect angel that stands before me.

"Harry, you're absolutely unbelievable. You totally humiliated me yesterday and believe it or not, it really hurt," she whimpers, breaking eye contact. Her bottom lip is poking out, and it's so hard to take her seriously when she looks so damn adorable.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking straight yesterday. We have to work together. You can't just shut me out now," I say, taking her tiny hands in my large ones. She flinches and her eyes are glossing over. Why do I always make God's angel cry? Is it because I'm the f.ucking devil?

"You really hurt me and I don't know if I can forgive you yet," she says and hides her beautiful face behind her beautiful hair.

"Hey, hey look at me," I say and grip her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "Just to let you know, after you came and saw me, I kicked Paige out. All I could think about was you," I admit honestly. What is happening to me? I'm turning into such a sap.