Emily's POV.
"Look Louis, We are living. I don't care how much this fame meens to you guys! She is my best friend and I think we should go before she literally kills herself" I heard Emma fighting.
I stand behind the ladders just listening.
"What about the papparazzis?!"
"We can handle it!" She affirmed.
"What about Harry's reputation"
"Well, He could have taken better care of it since the start. Now, I'm taking my best friend out of hell before you guys find her laying dead on the floor." Emma said walking back upstairs. I quickly ran into the room and played asleep.
"Emily Wake up!" Emma said coldly.
"We are going home" She said.
"Really?" I asked a bit hurt. I wanted to go but I didn't wanted either.
"Yes, i packed your stuff, I have gotten the tickets. Put something on and lets go"
"Go where?" Harry asked coming inside. His boxers all messed up. His curles all tangled and all over the place.
"I'll leave you guys talk" Emma said walking away.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked concerned.
"Non of your buissness" I said walking into the bathroom. He pulled my arm tight.
"Where are you going Emily?" Harry asked fiercly. His eyes were starting to fill in tears, so where mine.
"Home" I spoke strongly. His chest sort of fell down, and his strength around my arm vanished.
"Don't" He begged.
"Why shouldn't I?" I asked coldly.
"Because I love you"
"Well...I-I don't" I lied.
I pulled away and went into the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom all changed ready to go home, Harry was now where to be seen. Not in my room, nor his, nowhwere, but why should I care?
"Let's go" I said holding my tears in.
"Common" Emma said holding my loggage and pulling it in a cab.
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FanfictionWhat happens when Harry Styles runs away on his wedding day? He sneaks into a photography class to be able to hide from paparazzis. In classes he meets Emily, A girl who surprisingly doesn't know who Harry Styles is. What if paparazzis capture them...
