Make Me Believe.

Chapter 9

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When Liam came back, he had the biggest smile on his face, and was holding someone's hand. Danielle's. She looked so happy ! She was stunning.

But behind them... there was Eleanor.  The next thing happened so fast. Louis got up as fast as lightning, knocking his chair over.  

He then hugged Eleanor tightly for a long moment. She was smiling like a fool. A fool in love. I looked at Eva. "This is so cute, look how in love they are !" she whispered. I just groaned.

Yeah, they're so deep in love. And here I am, forever alone. That was making me depressed. But I must admit, they were the perfect couple. 

If someone saw me right now they'd think I'm jealous of Eleanor because I had a crush on Louis. I indeed was jealous, no need to deny it. But I was jealous of both of them. For being in love.

I just wanted to excuse myself and leave the restaurant but I couldn't. Louis finally let Eleanor go, took her hand and they walked towards us. 

"So El, Danielle, this is Emily and Eva. Emily, Eva, this is Eleanor and Danielle" Liam said cheerfully. 

"Hey" I said, forcing a smile on my face.

"Hi !" Eva squealed. She was overwhelmed.

"Hey, did you guys win a contest or something ?" I wasn't sure if Eleanor was joking.

"No, we met and been hanging out for the past week since we had a break and had to spend it here" Niall explained.

"Right. Nice to meet you." Again, I couldn't tell if Danielle was joking because it sounded really sarcastic. 

Awkward silence. I feel like an idiot. I look at Eva who is still obviously fangirling inside.  They sit and order, and start talking, but I feel left out of the conversation. I'm feeling so depressed after a while, I decide to make up an excuse.

"Bathrooms. Be back in a few minutes." I say while getting up.

They didn't even notice, they were too busy listening to Danielle.

The washrooms are thankfully empty. I check my phone, and see that Jake replied to my text a few hours ago.

"It's alright, sorry for earlier... Hope youre having fun Fluffy :) x"

Fluffly  is the nickname he made up for me when we were 7. I chuckle a little, then try not to cry. I feel so guilty for letting down Jake. I was trying to be someone I'm not and now he's apologizing ? I dial his phone which I know by heart.

"Em, whats up ?" his voice relieves me.

"Jake... I just realized.. This is not who I am. I.. I just tried to be different but.."

"Where are you, Em ? What happened ?" 

"Pick me up ?" This sounded like I was begging.

"Of course." His voice was soft, caring.

I tell him where I am and we hang up. I text Eva that I'm leaving so she doesn't worry. The others won't care anyway. All I wanna do is get the hell out of here. I use the other exit in the back so they don't see me - that'd be weird. I sit on a bench and wait for Jake to come. The door opened and Harry came out. 

"Eva told me you were leaving." he simply says.

"Yeah, I am actually." I say. 

"Let me ride you then" 

"Jake already is." 

The sun is setting. I know I won't see Harry again after this. He sits beside me.

"So... This is the last time I see you." He whispers.

"I'll miss you" I admit.

"Me too." 

"Do you mean it ? Will you even remember me ?" I can't look at him while saying that, because I know I can't afford the truth. He won't, he doesn't care. 

"Emily ?" 

I lift my head up. And he kisses me.

At first it's just surprising. But then a feeling burns in my chest, a mix of pain, desperation and desire. I kiss him back. 

This is my first kiss ever. And it's perfect. His lips are soft and his hand feels good on the back of my head. I pull out, stare at his emerald beautiful eyes, and kiss him again. My second kiss ever. I can't get enough.  My heart is beating so fast and I have goosebumps. But I like it. 

When I finally pull out, breathing heavily, I see him. 

He's standing a few meters away, his hands in his pockets, looking at us. We make eye-contact, he goes back in his car and drives away.

I just lost my best friend of ten years for Harry Styles.