Emily's P.O.V
"Emily?" He repeats.
Harry.
It's Harry.
Harry Styles.
"Hi." I laugh nervously. And here I thought he forgot all about me.
"How are you?" He smiles.
"Good. And I see you are doing well." I try to avoid any type of contact.
"Yeah, I guess I am." His voice is lower than I'm use to. His voice was higher when we were younger. I guess puberty hits hard. Well, he certainly looks different. He has grown humongous. I was almost the same size as him wearing this shoes. He was wearing a white top with black jeans.
"You look beautiful by the way." He smiles.
"Thanks." I don't return his friendly smile. I hate him. This is the guy who gave me trust issues. This is the guy who put me though misery and humiliation.
"I've missed you allot." He admits.
"Okay." I move my hair to one shoulder. I'm not going to admit that I missed him. I've missed him so much.
I walk past him and back into the club. I shouldn't talk to him. That was beyond awkward... And he had the audacity to talk to me like everything is okay. I sit at the bar and lay my head on the table. After all these years, all the arguments I planned in my head if I ever met him again and that's how it goes? I should've just told him to leave me alone, get out my face and never talk to me again. But no, those eyes have me under his spell. Why can't I just be normal. What is he doing here anyway? Shouldn't he be on tour or whatever famous people do?
"Do you want anything?" The bartender spoked loudly. The music has piped down a little.
"Yeah, Can I have lemonade with vodka?" I asked.
"Sure." He winks at me. He places the drink I front of me and I take a small sip.
"First time being at a night club?" He asks. I look around to make sure he was talking to me.
"Is it that obvious?" I laugh.
"Yeah, it's 1am and you're not drunk as fuck yet." He laughs. I giggle along with him nervously. I don't know what to say. I silence myself by drinking from my cold glass.
"I've only has two drinks." I place the glass down.
"I think you should have more then." He pours liquids in my glass.
"No, I don-"
"Come on, it's only one." He smiles placing it down and sliding towards me.
"Okay, if you insist." I drink it down faster than I should've. I clear my throat. It really burns.
"That's enough for me." I dismiss myself politely.
"Okay, if you have another it's on the house." He attempts to lour me in.
"No, it's okay." I wave him off. I must find Tyler.
"Why did you rush of like that?" The same voice from earlier stops me by my upper arm.
"Cause I don't want to talk to you." I shake off his hand. My words didn't come as confident as I planned.
"What have I done?" He takes a step back.
"Don't act so innocent." I scoff.
"I know I was a dick before but holding a grudge for this long is really unhealthy."
