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A/n -SOOO emily got pissed the fuck off at me. Like she legit cussed me out. XD still laughing! Soo this is just gonna be like a filler...vote please !!!!!!

Harry

I stare at the girl in front of me, and the girl to my left.

I know I'm in a drunk haze right now, I can barley stand. "Sammy why are you crying?"

I slur. The girl that's next to me shifts away from my reach, I frown at the lack of warmth.

Sam quickly runs out of the bathroom, leaving me confused and a broken looking emily in tears.

What?

I manage to catch up to Sam, despite my lack of coordination at the moment. I yank her arm back, pulling her to my chest. "Sammy what's wrong babe?" I notice that her eyes are filled with tears as she manages to bite them back.

"Y-you! You fu...Emily! How could you! You ruthless shit!" She screams, causing me permanent hearing loss.

I chuckle, making her teary face turn to confusion. "Why the hell are you laughing?" She scoffs.

"You have three heads." I laugh, attempting to grab one of them. She slaps my hand away.

"Your a drunk sorry man, you know that? You come here from London thinking your the shit because you have this shitty accent. We'll guess what...I really cared about you!

I thought about you every second of everyday, you were always on my mind. The way you talked, the way you walked, how you stick your tongue out when you eat. The way your hair curly slightly at the ends. I liked you, not only for your outside but for what was inside too." She whimpers.

My heart. There's something happening, it's like...it's stinging. Isn't know what that is but, I know I don't like it. This conversation is sobering me up a bit, I can process my words better.

"You ar-" I feel a harsh blow to my face, making me bend over in pain. "What the fu-" a

harsh kick is delivered to my stomach. "Niall, stop!" Sam screams.
Naill?

"Niall, what the hell mate?" I groan holding my jaw, niall is one small lad but he knows how to defend himself when he needs to.

"You bitch!" He yells. Slapping me cross the face. "You know how much I care about Emily." He attempts to punch me again, but my hand catches his fist twisting it slightly.

I punch him directly in face. I regret it instantly seeing the blood drip from this nose.

"Wait! We didn't have sex!" I quickly shout, before he hits me again. I drop to my knees I front of Sam, who hasn't moved from where she stood minutes ago.

"Sam I swear we didn't." I say with pleading eyes. I look over my shoulder to see emily biting her lip, looking terrified. "Niall let's just go." She says. He doesn't look at her, or acknowledge the fact that she's there. He just leaves.

"Come on we need to get you cleaned up." She says. "Wait, harry did you drive." I nod and she lets out a sigh of relief.

-*-*-*-*

"I'm sorry." I say for the hundredth time since we entered her flat.
She just waves me off. Reaching over to apply ore cream to my swollen eye. "All done."

She says patting my leg. "I'm really sorry." I say once more. "And um, could I maybe crash here. Just for tonight I don't want to go homes and have Gemma and mum question me."

"Erm harry I don't know if that's a goo-"

"Please?" I practically beg.

"Fine" she sighs. "I'll go grab you some of tom's stuff." She runs a hand threw her messy hair. "No!" I yell a bit too loudly. "It's fine I don't Want to wear his stuff I'll just sleep in my boxers."

She heads to the bathroom quickly discarding her clothing p. She comes back in blue pair of fuzzy night pants and a plain white top. Her hair slightly wet, and in a bun.

"Work it girl." I say, whistling as she climbs into bed.
She laughs. "Shut up Harold."

After a few moments of conformable silence I speak.

"I really am sorry."

"I know harry."

"Did you mean it?" I ask.

"Mean what?" She turns her body to face me. "What you said about really caring about me?"

"Yea, very word."

There's a slight warmness in my heart. Yeah, I fucked up. Big deal everyone fucks up, were human. It's what we do. "Goodnight harry."

"Goodnight Sammy."