Even If It Kills Me (One Direction and The Vamps Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

Emma's POV

I've somehow been able to avoid Tristan between our incident on the rooftop and the flight. When Harry asked me to sit with him, I immediantly said yes. Not just because I like Harry, though that was part of it, but also to avoid Tristan.

Harry and I sit down in our seats next to eachother and start a conversation. I blank out a couple times, thinking about Tristan and what he must think of me.

But isn't sitting next to a guy you like but thinking about another guy wrong?

Tristan and I just seem to connect. We clicked that very second that he was spinning me around my bedroom to the beat of his own song.

Harry and I are close; we also clicked. Just differently. They both want to protect me but they should now that I am an independant person who never liked to be taken care of. Sometimes I need to be taken care of; like when I needed Niall. I didn't enjoy having Niall help me because I needed it. I don't wanna be saved. I want to be able to save myself sometimes.

I seem to be failing at that.

"Emma?" Harry asks, bringing me back to reality. "You okay?"

No.

"Ya, I'm fine," I lie.

"No your not," Harry says, seeing right through my lie. "You really do suck at lying."

"Yep," I admit. "Always have and always will."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asks as he turns in his seat so he is looking at me.

"Not really," I say looking down as if my hands have become fasinating.

"I'm always here for you," Harry tells me. "Just always know that."

I look up at him and smile nodding. He kisses me on the cheek and says," Now get some rest. We have a long flight ahead."

Harry seems like the guy to just easily kiss any girl. But when he kisses me or touches me I get little butterflies.

But when Tristan just touches me or even talks to me, it's more like a stampede.

Even looking at Tristan causes me to begin to worry if I look okay and just causes my chest to ache. I ache for him to be near me. I want him to be mine, but I know that's not possible, so being near him will have to be enough.

When I'm around Harry I can relax and I start to feel okay. But that day on the bridge with Tristan. I wasn't just relaxed.

I was happy.

The happiest I have been in a really long time. He makes me happy and feel good. When I'm in his embrace I just melt and want to stay there forever. I want to be his.

I like him.

As more then a friend.

It might even be love.

I turn to Harry and ask," Do you like me as more then a friend?"

"Sometimes I say yes and other times I say no," Harry tells me honestly. "I'm not worthy to ever be with you anyway."

"Don't you ever say that. If anyone isn't worthy it's me," I say to Harry. "You are one of the most famous musicians in the world, you can sing, you're funny, and you're just amazing. And you think YOU'RE the unworthy one?"

"Ya..." he says as he looks at the floor.

"You're Harry. Harry Styles. And you think you're unworthy," I state. "Kill me now," I mutter.