Our Story

15

Update was gonna be longer but the fucking shît delete and now I'm pissed do you know how long it took me to write that then wattpad wants to fucking Delete!!!!!!
Like uhh I'll fucking delete your mom! So here's this shit. #pissed.

Oh and um, pic of when me and Em first met...

Sam.

I wake up to the familiar sight of curly waves?

Harry.

"Harry." I say shaking him slightly. The only response I get is a groan. "Harry wake the hell up." I shake him more forcefully this time.

His eyes shoot open. "Shit. Where am I?"

"Your at my house, ya know after I brought you home drunk." I say, picking up his jeans and launch them at him.

"Damn, what's wrong with you?"

I scoff. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

His eyes narrow, he takes a few moments to get his mind together. "Emily.." He breaths. "Oh my god I'm so sorry. I just- you weren't talking to me and- I needed someon- please I'm just so sorry."

"Your unbelievable. You really are." I spit.

He furrows his eyes in confusion. "Wha-"

"Do you realize you not only hurt me but you fucking destroyed niall. You remember him right? Your best friend."

"Louis is my b-"

"Shut the fuck up harry." He nods, and I continue. "Can you imagine how he feels right now, knowing how much he cares about emily? Me and him are feeling the same pain. And what if I hadn't interrupted you guys? You would have had sex with her right?" Hate laced my words.

He only shakes his head. "Why are you getting mad at me, emily had just as much to do with this." He states pulling his pants up his long legs.

"You think I don't know that? She's probably getting enough of this from Niall. I don't even know why I'm so mad, I mean where not even together."

"Wait what?" Harry asks. Standing and walking towards my bathroom. I hear the water run and assume he's brushing his teeth.

"I'm getting all worked up, when I know I don't mean anything to you. I mean you've clearly shown it." I say throwing some random object into the bathroom, attempting to hit harry.

"What the hell? Are you trying to hit me now?" He asks, his head pops out of the door I can the foam From the toothpaste.

"You serve worse." I mutter.

He storms out of the bathroom. Roughly pushing me, causing me to fall onto the bed. "You know what? I said I was fucking sorry, it was a mistake how do you think I felt when I saw you dancing with that arse back there. Do your remember that?" He yells.

I rush of anger mixed with sadness fills me. I lift my back from the bed. "Do you know what it felt like to be humiliated In front of by someone you thought cared about you. Do you know what it felt like when I heard you say that shit about me behind my back. Do you fucking know what it felt like to listen to the person you love moan out another girls name right next to you, and then find out that she's your best friend. Do you know how I fucking feel everyday harry?" I scream. Tears visible.

"You just said you loved me."

What.

"N-no I didn't." I say whipping some of the tears on my red face.

Harry nods. "I don't love you."

The fuck.

"-I don't love you, I can't, not yet. But I really really like you." He says. Brining his hand up to cup my cheek. "I want to be with you, I do. I can't imagine the thought of someone else touching you. I know your not ready yet. But when the time comes I want you to be mine." He whispers, his hot breath smells of mint.