Somebody I used to know (a harry styles fanfic)

Chapter 5

a/n there is a picture of Emma to the side

The boys had to go to America for a while, they were touring , so I was stuck with nothing to do. Ever since that night Niall took me to meet the boys things had been great. We all had become great friends and soon me and Harry got completely comfortable around each other. We had always got along so well.

Still, part of me longed for more. Part of me wished that he would hold me like he did before, that he'd kiss me like he loved me. But that couldn't happen. Them being away was just a reminder of that. He was quick enough to run away before, he could no doubt leave without a trace again. Sure I'd no where he was, but I wouldn't be dumb enough to run back to him, and I'm sure he knows that.

I'll admit it, I'm till madly in love with him. There. I said it. I love him, nothing will change that.

*Harry's pov*

"What's your biggest regret?" a reporter asked. My biggest regret? Leaving the girl I love. Emma will never forgive me, and I will never forgive myself. I couldn't regret anything more.

"I don't have any regrets, I have a great life," I replied instead. Yeah I know , it was the easy way out.

When we got back to the house the boys were talking about Niall's new girlfriend. They were asking questions about her, everyone was so excited because Niall never has girl friends. I bet he wishes it was Emma. I knew he was into her, who wouldn't be. He wouldn't dare make a move though. Or at least I hoped.

"What's her favorite color?" I asked Niall. The boys eyed me suspiciously. "What?" Niall asked. "You don't know anything about her," I replied. "Yeah, and you bother getting to know all your girlfr- I mean one night stands?" he replied arrogantly.

I smirked smugly. "Actually I know a whole lot about Emma, everything actually," I said. "Oh yeah? Like what?" he asked.

"Where do I start? Her favorite color, is purple, her favorite movie is mean girls, her biggest fear is sharks, she can't even look at pictures, she likes to eat ice when she's nervous about something, she hates white cars, she doesn't have a dad anymore, she has insomnia , her real name is Emily but she doesn't like that name cause too many people have it.." I said but Niall cut me of.

"Damn stalker," Niall teased. I laughed. "It's been two years, how do you remember all that?" Liam asked. "I was in love," I said before walking to my room. I am in love. When I see her again these feelings will intensify, I wish I could tell her, but to have her in my life as a friend is better than not having her at all.