True Love Never Dies (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 10 - A Kiss

So this was just a little surpriseeeee update cause it was stuck in my head allll day and the next ch continuing this will be up SOOON :D 

Enjoyy :) xxxx

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(Starts out in Emma’s POV)

I woke up, lying naked under the covers with Harry lying beside me with an arm around my waist, his grip tightening as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. After a few minutes of trying, I finally released myself from his arm. I tip-toed over to my dresser, grabbing a pair of knickers and a bra, before moving to the bathroom, where I shut the door as quietly as I could before locking it. I turned the shower on, letting it heat up for a minute, and hopped in. I scrubbed myself down before washing my hair thoroughly and getting out. I still had last night replaying in my head, I guess I just couldn’t grasp the fact that Harry and I actually slept together. I shook my head, as if to get rid of the thought, and put my bathrobe on over my bra and knickers before starting to comb and blow-dry my hair, praying to God that this wouldn’t wake Harry. I finished my hair and put it into a side braid then pranced out in the bedroom to dressed, surprisingly Harry wasn’t in the bed… or anywhere in the room. I shook it off, thinking he just probably went down to the other bathroom, or maybe to make breakfast. After getting dressed and looking around the house for Harry, not being able to find him, I called his cell phone.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Emma?” A gruff voice said from the other line.

“Harry? I was just wondering where you went, I was really worried.” I sighed, obviously relieved he was okay.

“I’m fine; I got a call while you were in the shower. Simon wants to have a meeting with me later, so I just went back to my place to get ready. Anyways there are a few notes on the kitchen counter for you to buy yourself breakfast and some groceries.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll let you get ready. By the way, you really didn’t have to leave any money. It’s fine, honestly. Bye, lovebug!”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

Click.

That was the shortest, and most bland conversation I’ve ever had with Harry. I scooped up the notes he left, stuffing them in a drawer in the kitchen. Today was a day off of school and I was absolutely bored because Olivia let me know she was staying with her friends another night, leaving me alone once again. I walked around the house, upstairs and downstairs, thinking of something to do. It finally came to me, re-arrange the house! I always did that when I was bored at home. I started with the guest room that wasn’t in use downstairs, making it prettier and moving things to where I liked them. 3 hours later, I was finally moving around the furniture in my room, when I realized I wasn’t able to move my dresser or bed, which needed to be moved. Maybe Harry could help me? I dialed his number and a few short rings later he answered.

“What’s up?”

“Um, well, I was re-arranging the rooms in my house and I need help moving some furniture around in my room. If you’re not busy right now can you swing by and help?”

“Actually, I’m just about to leave for my meeting with Si. I’ll ask one of the boys.”

Before I could even say alright, the call ended. Something weird was going on.

***Harry’s POV***

I hung up the call before walking to the living room to ask the boys if one of them could help Emma.

“Hey, can one of you go help Emma move furniture around?” I said blandly, knowing they probably would all say no.

“I can!” Zayn called out, pausing a video game he was playing. I swallowed hard; I didn’t want Zayn to help Emma. Not after I found out she liked him, and I know that he kind of likes her.

“What about the rest of you? Can any of you help?” I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

“No can do, kid. Liam’s helping me shop for El and I’m helping Liam shop for Dani. Sorry, Haz.” Louis patted my back before taking a seat on the couch.

“Niall?” I hoped he could help her, because Zayn was the last person I wanted helping Emma right now.

“Sorry, mate. Lou is bleaching me hair in about 15 minutes or so. I wouldn’t be able to make it, but Zayn said he could help yer girl.” He shrugged before stuffing his face with chips.

“Yeah! I can help her.” Zayn came up to me, smiling.

I was hesitant to say yes, but I knew I couldn’t help Emma for a while because Simon sounded angry with me. “I guess. The spare key’s under the rock with a turtle painted on it now. I’ll text her to let her know. Thanks…”

“No problem. I’ll leave now I guess?”

“Sure.” I grabbed my phone, shooting Emma a text.

H: Zayn’s coming over to help you move furniture. Is that OK? X

E: Of course! Me and Zayn get along real well :) Thanks, babe. Sorry you can’t be here. :( xx

Her last text made me cringe. Hopefully they don’t get along too well…

***Zayn’s POV***

I smiled, knowing I was going to be spending a while with a beautiful girl, even if she was my best friend’s girlfriend. I had always had a crush on her since I first met her on the plane. As soon as Louis dropped me off, I grabbed the spare key unlocking the door and walking in.

“Emma?”

“Yeah, up here! I’m in my room.”

I waddled up the stairs, going towards her room. I only walked in the doorway and I was shocked to see Emma in a tight fitting tank top that made me see every little detail of her torso, well almost every detail.

“The bed?” I stuttered out, still in awe of how good she looked.

“Yeah, thanks, Zayn! It means a lot that you offered to help.” She embraced me, her head coming to right below my chin.

“No problem, where are we moving this too?” I said, trying to make myself not seem so into her. She pointed towards the opposite corner of the room and I started helping her move the bed. The entire time I was helping her move things back and forth I felt her staring at me intently, which made me think that she liked me. Call me crazy that I think my band mate’s girlfriend digs me, but it looked like it. She started moving over a small nightstand, but I could see her struggling. I ran over and grabbed the other edge.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

“Oh, thanks.” She smiled at me. As soon as we put it down where she wanted we sort of just stood there staring at each other for a bit before I put my hand around her cheek, and started leaning in for a kiss. When our lips finally met contact, I felt her kissing me back. I put my tongue at the edge of her lips, trying to enter, which it eventually did. We were full on making out now. As soon as the kiss ended, she pushed me back staring at me shocked.

“Zayn…. What the hell.