The Story of Us

Twenty-Four Months Ago

Hello, lovelies! I'm so sorry if you get confused by the time line in this story, but it's a build up story. It's two years prior to the actual story plot. So basically it's going to go from two years ago to 23 months ago and so on up until the climax of the story. So, don't hate if you get confused. If you need me to explain it to you better feel free to inbox me. 

P.S. I'm writing in third person omniscient. If you don't know what that is look it up. I'm just trying something different. 

Photo of Emerson Blake on the side. Disregard the tattoo. Emerson is too goody-two shoes for tattoos.

Thanks loves!

- Liv xx

Twenty-Four Months Ago:

"El, are you really going to make me go out. I need to study. I have finals coming up next week," Emerson whined. 

Emerson Blake was a shy, American girl studying abroad for two years in London. She wanted nothing more than to pass the year with flying colors, but her sister's friend, Eleanor, had other plans. She had gone behind Emerson's back and set up a date with the famous Harry Styles. 

"Em, just go! You'll have fun, I promise. Just please go," Eleanor begged. 

Emerson sighed. What am I going to do with this girl, she thought to herself. "I don't know, El. I really need to study, like really bad."

"Please!" she whined. "Harry is a sweet boy. Just give him a chance. Carly said that you haven't had a boyfriend in three years, and she said that your last date was eight months ago. It's time for change, Emerson Marie!"

"I can't, El. Really, I'm sorry," Emerson said, returning to her book to study for the Greek Mythology final that she has next week.

Eleanor snapped, shutting the book before Emerson could say anything. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Em. Harry already thinks that you're meeting him for coffee on campus at seven. Do not stand him up."

"I can't believe you actually told him I would be there before you even cleared that with me!" Emerson yelled at her. Eleanor could see the anger in Emerson's large brown eyes as she looked down on the tiny girl. "I'll go, but I swear to God if I fail this final it's on you."

Emerson grabbed her jacket and purse off of her desk and walked over to the door. "Let him know I'm on my way. If he's not there when I get there I'm leaving," she informed Eleanor before opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. 

Emerson blew the loose strands of hair out of her face as she made her way down the stairs in her dorm building. She pulled her jacket on as she walked into the brisk March wind. 

"I'm so getting El back for this," she mumbled to herself. She kept her head low as she walked to the edge of campus where a small coffee shop sat. She passed many people that she had seen in class and had conversations with, and they all seemed to know where she was headed. They would say things like, "I'm so jealous", "Good luck", or "Why her?". It didn't bother Emerson at all, but she still rolled her eyes at any negative comment another girl would say.

"Emmy, hey! Where are you headed?" she heard someone call out. She turned around to face the boy that called her nickname, the nickname that only her best friend used. 

"Olly, hey! What are you doing out here this late? Usually you're at the pub with your teammates," she laughed as she eyed him curiously.

"Finals, remember? I'm just talking a walk to get some fresh air. What about you? You're always worried about studying for everything for three weeks straight, no food, no sleep, and definitely no fun," he laughed, his husky voice booming in the quiet night.