"What the fuck is this?!" That familiar voice screamed. I finally had enough strength to push Ryan off of me. He looked to Harry. "This isn't-" I was interrupted by Ryan, "This is exactly what it looks like." he said smirking at me. Harry took two steps closer to me. "What the fuck, Emily?!" he shrilled. Fuck, I'm not getting out of this. "I bet it looked like we were snogging, BUT you see, Ryan here, 'mr. I see everything in you' dude, took me here and started snogging me." I explained. "Yeah, okay Emily. We're leaving. Now." Hary said madly, taking my wrist and pulling me out of the alley. Like i said before, Harry never uses this much pressure when he touches me, never. He must be really pissed.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. Why did this have to happen? We were having such a wonderful time, until that fucktard Ryan decides to show up. Harry wa wobbling down the street, but he looked like there was fire in his eyes. "Son of a bitch." he mumbled. I looked to the street lights as we walked by them. We finally arrived home, and he swung the door open.
He slammed the door once I was inside and looked at me. "Okay, what the fuck happened?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "Harry, I already told you." I said softly. He just pushed me away and said, "Yeah okay, that that random guy was fucking snogging you in an alley." he rolled his eyes, turning away from me. Oh my god! FUCK RYAN WITH EVERY PIECE OF MY BODY. Harry turned to the kitchen and started walking to it.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked him. "Nothing, I don't have to tell you anything." he roared, going to the cabinet where we had beer. "Harry, you need to stop drinking for tonight." I said. "No. You don't tell me what to do." he said, in the same mocking time I was. He got a bottle from the cabinet an starts drinking it. "Fucking biggest mistake of my life." I heard him mumble, before I was at the stairs. I felt tears running down my face now, and my face was sticky. It was probably because of the make up and stuff. I sobbed and flopped down on my bed. Fuck my life. Ughhhhh. "Why does everything happen to me?!" I sobbed into my pillow. I heard a glass bottle drop and shatter downstairs. I wanted to go help Harry, but im sure he didn't even want to see my face now. I buried my face in the pillow and quickly covered myself with the warm blankets. What'll Harry say when he's actually sober? Will he remember this?
•NEXT MORNING•
I woke up with the sun shining directly through the blinds and into my eyes. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, and got up. I was still in my dress from last night. My head was pounding and Harry wasn't beside me. I groaned and got changed into some Nike shorts, a blue t-shirt and put some socks on. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and then went downstairs. Anne was still asleep apparently, or in the loo. I found Harty passed out in the hallway, shit he must've drank a lot lat night. I dragged him to a couch and picke him up, then sat him on it. I walked back into the kitchen and found a note on the counter.
"Be back in a few days, I needed to see my sick friend. Take care babies!! <3 oh, and Harry, please be careful with the stove, it's hot! xx- Anne."
I laughed and put the note back on the counter, and opened the fridge. I got some bread and some butter, an some cinnamon sugar. I put some bread in the toaster and waited for it to pop.
•HARRY'S POV•
I woke up with a throbbing head. How much did I drink last night? Oh yeah, I remember going out with Emily last night. We went to the club and danced. I also remembered her snogging that random guy in that alley. Ugh, makes me sick. I walked into the kitchen to see Emily, some mascara still on her cheeks, making some toast. I was hoping she wouldn't be in here. I rolled my eyes and walked past her, I felt her eyes never leave me. I put some bread in the other side of the toaster and sat down at the table.
She turned around and walked to the fridge, a little sway in her walk. I bit my lip and calmed myself down, I really didn't need a boner right now. Wouldnt help tihe situation... She turned around and the toast popped up, and she buttered it and sprinkle some cinnamon sugar on it, just how I like it. She took a bite, and walked out, not paying one but if attention to me. But I felt her looking at me some points.
I didn't know how she could do that, I tried my best to be with her, make sacrifices. But I couldve just let her suffer, let her stepfather beat her to death. I didn't want to, why? Because I fucking loved her. Apparently she didn't love me back.
•EMILY'S POV•
Harry came in the kitchen, I secretly watched him through the corner of my eye. I really hoped he would take me back, and understand that this was just a drunken mistake that was kind of forced, not me snogging some random guy I met at the club. I'm not like that, honestly. I wouldn't cheat with anyone. Especially if It was with Harry. He's so nice and sweet, but Ryan had to go fuck everything up. I decided to talk to Harry.
"Harry?" I asked softly, sitting on the couch next to him. "What?" he snapped, not taking his eyes off the tv that was on. "Harry, can you turn off the tv and look at me?" I asked. "Fine." he sighed, taking the remote control and turning the TV off. "What do you want?" he snapped. "To fix this." I said.
He set his toast on the coffee table and said, "Fine, fucking explain yourself." he never swears.... Unless he's really pissed. "Well, Lastnight I went to the loos, and I walked out, but someone had a grip on me. I'd never hurt you Harry, ever. I love you too much. And the guy, Ryan, he dragged me out to an alley, where I couldn't run out of. I couldn't get away, and he knew that, so he took it upon himself to kiss me. I couldn't get away, Harry. I really couldnt, and if you don't believe me, then fine." I explained.
He threw his hands up in the air and groaned. "I'm going to beat the living shit out of him!" he yelled, then he put his hands down and looked at me. I chuckled and he looked at me. "Emily, I'm sorry." he apologized. "No, Harry, you're not the one who should be sorry, I am. I'm sorry." I apologized. "Emily, no its fine. I should've listened to you." he said, hangin his head low. "No, Harry. It's fine. I love you." I said. He raised his hand and our in on my face. "I love you more." he replied, taking his hand off my face. I laughed and jumped on top of him. "I love you most." I whispered. He kissed me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I didn't realize I was straddling him. He raised an eyebrow at me and laughed. I laughe too and started to get off of him, but he pulled me back on...
