Wait, Don't Go

Chapter 7: Heartbroken

Last one for the night! Sorry, I'm just way too tired lately. xx.

I stared out the window all day. Harry said he'd come! I knew it was all too good to be true. At noon I went up to my room and cried. I wiped my tears furiously away realizing how stupid I was acting. It was Harry Styles for crying out loud! The flirt! I shook my head, but then thought...we did kiss. I waved it off. I'm sure he'd kissed thousands of girls. 

"Christina! Come see this!" my mom yelled and I ran downstairs and saw Harry on TV. I saw they were back on the road and I felt tears streaming down my face once again. Then I saw her. Emily. His ex? What in the world was she doing with Harry? Then I saw the video of them kissing. That was the last straw. They were headed for Chicago. I grabbed my bags and slid my shoes on.

"Christina where in the world do you think you're going?" my dad asked as I stormed out to the car.

"I'm going to Chicago," I rpelied starting the car. My dad's eyes grew wide with fury.

"CHRISTINA!" he shouted as I sped off. I was going to get in serious trouble for this, but at that moment I didn't care. I had to get Harry back. I didn't have a good feeling about Emily. I never had. 

********Harry's POV********

"Why would you do that?" I hissed pulling her away from the camera's. She'd just kissed me in front of at least three news stations following us around and I was not a happy camper.

"Oh calm down Harry, the people love a little drama," she laughed as we got back on the bus. 

"Well the least you could do was tell me before you did that!" I exclaimed falling into the couch. 

"I'm sorry Harry," she whispered with tears in her eyes as she ran into the bathroom. I looked at Niall aggravated. He frowned with a shrug.

"You invited her to come," I grumbled and he looked away quickly. I slowly stood up and headed to the bathroom. I knocked on the door and heard Emily sobbing pretty hard.

"Emily, let me in," I spoke softly as I heard the door lock. 

"Emily come on, please?" I asked and I stood there for a moment before she opened the door and pulled me in.

"I didn't mean to get angry Emily I just-" I started, but she shut me up quite quickly by pressing her lips to mine. I hesitated, but eventually gave in. I pulled away and felt weird. 

"I just miss you Harry, I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, but I realize now that breaking up with you was the stupidest thing I'd ever done!" she exclaimed crying into my shirt. I held her tight trying to comfort her.

"Well, maybe we can see what happens," I whispered and she looked up at me with hope in those bright blue eyes.

"You mean it? You'll take me back?" she asked hopeful and I shrugged with a slight smile.

"Let's take it slow okay?" I replied and she nodded hugging me even tighter. She was my first love, but she'd really broken my heart when she broke up with me. We went out of the bathroom and I saw Zayn eying Emily with a sort of glare in his eye. I frowned, but shook it off. He was a bit hard to read. So flipping mysterious all the time. She sat down with me on the couch and she played with my hair. Louis came in and raised his eyebrows at me with a smile.

"Are Miss Emily and Harold dating again?" he smirked and Emily grinned at him.

"Yes," she squealed kissing my cheek quickly. I laughed softly and stood up looking out the window of the bus. I saw a the same type of car Christina drove and I sighed. Christina. I had forgotten about her because of Emily. It felt so wrong to be dating Emily now when I had feelings for Christina as well. I went back and sat on the couch with Emily. I must have dozed off, because when I woke up I saw a shocking sight. Emily was at the table glaring at the girl across from her. The boys were standing around staring at me again. I didn't care though. A smile lit up my face as I ran over and scooped up the girl. I spun her around and kissed her quickly.

"Harry!" I heard Emily shriek, but I ignored her. Christina was the only thing that mattered right now and she was right there in my arms.