Stuck » h.s. (UNDER EDITING)

epilogue

EMMA'S POV:

Nothing could have prepared me to see him again. Tears were welling up in my eyes and it took everything I had in me not to launch myself across the table and never let him go.

Quickly, I looked back down, signed the book, and watched him leave me again. His back muscles were visible in his black t-shirt and his damn pants were still as tight as ever.

His hair was longer and his eyes were brighter.

I wasn't paying attention to each person that came up to me. I nodded and gave simple replies, but there was nothing else on my mind besides a certain green eyed boy.

Niall came out of no where, a look of worry on his face. He seemed out of breath as he looked around before spotting me and coming over in a sprint.

He told the security guard something and then they were cutting off the line, telling me my time was up and it was time to go back to my room.

Out of it, I waved goodbye to my fans and apologized for the inconvenience, knowing I had disappointed many people.

When I was safe and secured behind doors, I turned to Niall. "What was that? I still had another thirty minutes."

"Trust me, this is more important," he says, taking my hand in his and rushing me down the hallway.

Somehow I knew he meant Harry. I came to an abrupt stop. "Niall, is it Harry?" I ask him.

His eyes widened. "Harry? What would Harry be doing here, Em?" Niall replied in confusion.

"Shît, what's this about then?"

"They picked the actor to play Hayden in the movie. You have to sign on the paper, but I think you'll be happy because it's who you wanted."

"No way! They got Zac Efron?"

"Yes, yes they did."

"Oh my God! Okay, that's great! The other auditions were good too, but I mean it's Zac Efron. Please, please tell them I have to take care of something first and I will be back to sign."

I didn't give Niall a chance to reply before I took off in the direction we came from, busted out of the double doors onto the Los Angeles streets and started running in the direction Harry had went.

There was so many people, it looked like it were going to be impossible to find him anywhere. My heart was sinking.

****

After making it down many streets, I stopped. I was beginning to think I had imagined Harry and he wasn't really there.

I was tired, sweaty, heartbroken, and my feet hurt. I had no clue as to where I was and I just wanted to be back home in New York.

Every flash of black I saw, my head was quick to whip around only to be disappointed. He was really gone-if he was even here in the first place.

My stomach tightened and I found a bench, throwing myself down on it and listening to the traffic go by. I felt like time had stopped for me. I was stuck on this bench and everyone else around me continued their lives, but no one could see me here.

No matter how many times I told myself that I had to learn how to live without him, my heart wouldn't listen. But there was the possibility that he was dead.

I couldn't have imagined signing that book though, right?

It was amazing no paparazzi or anything had stopped me yet and I was just alone on this bench, or I was alone.