all I ever wanted (Harry Styles luv story)

ch24 shoulder wars

We arrived at the arena just in time. Paparazzi flooded the entrance, and it was the first time they’d seen me and Harry back together. They went ballistic. I didn’t think we’d even make it inside. Once we were in, us girls took our usual seats on the side stage. I sat between Danielle and Eleanor. Danielle was very sweet. We made small talk before the show and it made me wish we’d actually tried to be civil when we’d first met. Liam interrupted our talk with a desperate look on his face. “Have either of you spoken with Emma? We can’t find Niall and the show starts in ten minutes.”“No, I haven’t heard from her.” Danielle checked her phone, and I shook my head ‘no.’ Liam rushed off to tell Ronnie. Dani and I swapped worried glances. We turned to see the boys huddling, when out of nowhere Niall ran up to join the huddle.“Thank God he’s here.” I murmured under my breath. Danielle nodded in agreement.“Look, it’s Emma.” Eleanor turned and whispered. I looked up to see her. She looked tired. She was in sweatpants and a hoodie, with her hair pulled into a messy bun. She was still gorgeous Emma, but she looked like she’d been though hell and back. She made her way over to the seat on the opposite side of Danielle. We all greeted her, and she looked as if she was shocked to see Danielle and I actually talking. I smiled at her as the lights went down and the show started.They boys’ show was great, as usual. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Harry, but my mind was on Emma and how worried I was about her. When the boys came off of the stage, Niall didn’t hug Emma or swap a kiss, or anything. They were almost awkward with one another. It made me nervous. Harry hugged me and I gave him a knowing look. He glanced in their direction and nodded, silently agreeing with me that it was time for me to talk to them.“Hey, Emma! Hey Niall!” I said with a small wave as I made my way over to them.“Hey.” They chorused back. This is not the same two happy, fun-loving people I introduced months ago.“Why don’t you guys come back to the resort with all of us tonight? There’s an extra bedroom and we’d love for you to join! We’re just all hanging out there for the next two days before heading to America.” I smiled, hoping they’d say yes.“Well... we’d better just keep our room at the hotel here.” Niall rubbed the back of his neck.“Come on, Niall. You know you love the beach, and plus you get to spend time with the boys!” I pleaded.“Erm…” He looked at Emma, who remained expressionless. “Okay, I guess.”“Yay!” I hugged him around the neck and then even hugged Emma. She looked scared.“We’re going to have so much fun!” I gave them a thumbs up, hoping to reassure Emma, and then ran to find Harry to tell him the news.---------“Cannonball!” Louis screamed as he jumped into the pool. We were all back from the show, and partying at the pool – even though it was the middle of the night. Emma sat on the side while the rest of us swam around. I still hadn’t gotten to talk to her, but she looked happier here than she did at the venue, so I figured we’d work things out while on this trip.“Let’s chicken fight!” I suggested.“Chicken fight? What’s that?” Liam looked confused, as did everyone else but Emma. We both giggled.“You know, like where one person gets on another’s shoulders and they wrestle with another pair. Whichever pair stays above water wins.” I explained.“Oh, you mean shoulder wars?!” Perrie asked.“Sure?” I shrugged, not knowing what shoulder wars was.“I’m pretty sure it’s the same thing! My cute, little American just has a strange name for it.” Harry winked at me. “Couple versus couple!” He shouted as grabbed my hand. He went underwater and helped me up onto his shoulders. Liam and Danielle were our first competitors. After much twisting and tugging, Danielle and Liam both went under water. Harry and I cheered loudly and he kissed my leg, since I was on his shoulders and he couldn’t reach my lips. I giggled. We took on Louis and Eleanor, and Zayn and Perrie and we won both rounds. We cheered again, seeing as we were the champions. Emma said she didn’t feel well so she and Niall didn’t compete. Neither of them were acting normal, but no one brought it up. After a few more pool games, we decided to call it a night.I decided to try Ryan again, but he still wouldn’t pick up the phone. I knew he’d probably seen the tabloids by now, but I still wanted to talk to him. I felt terrible, but I had to do what was best for me – and that was Harry. hehe, no pun intended.I climbed into bed next to my already snoring Prince Charming. I snuggled up next to him and fell asleep almost instantly.--------------You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. Here’s breakfast. Meet me in the sand. Love you, gorgeous. xx –HarryI set the note down and picked up the covered dish that was lying in Harry’s spot on our bed. Mmm breakfast burrito. I scarfed it down and began to look for a swimsuit so I could join everyone on the beach. I slipped into my clothes and grabbed my sunglasses. I made my way down the hall when I heard someone heaving. I stopped outside of Niall and Emma’s door. I knocked, but no one answered. Someone was in there though, and whoever it was sounded pretty sick. I cracked the door open and could see Emma hugging the toilet. I flung the door open and ran to her side.“Em, are you okay?! What’s wrong? You didn’t drink last night, did you?” I pulled her hair back out of her face as she emptied her stomach again. “Is it a virus or something?” I questioned the poor girl who couldn’t answer me due to a throat full of vomit. She was crying too, so I decided to just shut up and be there to comfort her. After a few more waves of sickness, she calmed down a bit. I found a washcloth and wet it so she could wipe her face. She was sobbing now, and I had no clue what was wrong with her.“Thank you.” She managed to say after wiping her face.“Do I need to call a doctor?” I asked, still panicky.“No, Leah. I’m fine.” She wiped the tears away.“So you just vomit all the time now?” I asked, half joking.Emma shrugged and began to sob again. “Well, that’s what most pregnant women do.”