Serenas P.O.V
The minute I saw her in the car with Gemma, I knew I needed to get rid of her. Not only was she standing in my way of Harry, but she was also ruining my plan. Once I saw that they were in front of me, I followed the car, I knew where they were headed. Once I got there, I entered the cafe, my body filled with anger. I walked over to there table, my fists tensing up, ready to punch.
"Serena! How are you?" Gemma asked, cheerful as always. But I wasn't in the mood for that.
"Could be better." I said, through gritted teeth. "Going to introduce me to your friend?"
"Oh, of course!" As Gemma said it, the girl, whatever her name was, rose to shake my hand. Perfect. "This is Emma, Harry's-"
But I knew what was coming next. "Harry's girlfriend" she was going to say. So instead of letting her finish, I stepped forward and punched her in the jaw.
"Emma!" Gemma shrieked, leaning over her. "Emma, are you okay."
I tried not to laugh when Emma said "Y-yeah". She wasn't okay, I just punched her in the jaw.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Gemma asked softly, but Emma winces as if she had been shouting.
"Three?" She said, unsure of herself.
Gemma gulped. "Five."
Emma's eyelids slowly closed, and Gemma started to freak out. "Ambulance!" She screamed. "We need an ambulance!"
A waiter called an ambulance, and as Gemma sorted things out with him, I started to get my act together. I sat in a chair and burst into tears. And since Gemma had such a kind nature, she came over to help me.
"What's wrong?" She asked me.
"I-I didn't meant to h-h-hurt her," I sobbed. "I just got so angry! I guess I'm j-just not over Harry."
"Ssshhh." She said, in a soothing voice. Her arms wrapped around mine, pulling me into a hug. "once the ambulance comes to get her, we'll get into my car and drive to the hospital. You can apologize to Emma, she's such a nice girl, she'll understand. Then when Harry gets here, you can talk things over with him. Maybe you two could be friends still."
"Harry's coming?" I gasped, pulling out of her grasp. "I-I can't handle that right now! I should just go home."
Having Harry here was not part of the plan. "No, you have to apologize to Emma or everyone will think you're the bad guy! I know you're such a sweet person. Please, I'll be there by your side."
I sighed, contemplating how I would deal with Harry. "Of course," I said.
She gave me a weak smile, and we got into her car as the ambulance came and took Emma away in a stretcher.
* * * * * *
"She goes for one day, and this is what happens." Harry mumbled to himself, as he took another huge gulp of his drink. "What if she gets a concussion?"
I sat a few chairs down from him at the bar. He didn't know I was there. I had to wait for him to get just drunk enough. Because he was drinking away his pains.
After a few more shots, and some glasses of vodka, I approached him. "Harry, I need to talk to you."
He glanced over at me. "Not right now!" He said, his voice slurred.
"It's... it's very important. About Emma," I lied.
He shrugged. "Go ahead."
"Can we go somewhere... private? My apartment is nearby."
He srhugs once again, and I direct him into my car, to my house.
*Harry's P.O.V.*
Whatever Serena wants to talk to me about, it better be good. I was in no mood to put up with her nad her bullshit. That's why we broke up. We entered her apartment, and she closed the door. I stumbled forward, knocking my shoulder onto a cabinet. "OW!" I yelped.
"Oh my god!" She shrieked. "Here, I have something for that. Come with me."
I followed her into her room, where she got a cream. "Take off your shirt." She ordered.
"W-what?" I stammered. "No."
"I need you to take off your shirt so I can put this cream on you."
I sighed and agreed, taking off my shirt and turning around. She slathered the cream on her hands, and started rubbing it onto my skin. After it was all rubbed in, I felt her hands move up and down, softly massaging my back. She leaned forward so her lips were right next to my ear. "Does that feel good?" She whispered secutively.
"Well..." I started, but she started digging in deep. "Oh." I said, as she massaged my skin deeper, and deeper. I let out low moans, the massaging felt so good. Her lips touched my neck, and she planted love bites all over it, getting closer and closer to my face.
"S-Serena," I whispered. "I can't-"
"You can, honey." She whispered, continuing to kiss my neck. "Emma is unconscious, remember?"
She planted a kiss on my cheek, and my knees got weak. "B-but-" I tried to argue.
"Ssshhh. She doesn't have to know." She whispered, before slowly strutting around my body to face me properly. She took a while to get there, teasing me intensly. She did not know how bad I wanted her right now. But I didn't want to want her. There was a reason she was my ex-girlfriend, and Emma was my current girlfriend. Her arms slowly wrapped around my neck, and she gave me a little wink. My mouth opened slightly into an "o" and she must've took that as "come right in!" because next thing I knew, her lips were pressed to mine. I thought of her saying "She doesn't have to know." and as her tongue explored my mouth, mine did the same to hers. I undressed her, pulling off her red low cut tank top. We lay on her bed, and her hands tickled my chest, my stomach, and slowly went down to my pants, where she tickled my penis area. Finally, she slowly but surely undid my belt buckle, pulling my pants down.
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*Serena's P.O.V.*
Harry and I both knew the real reason we broke up. We said it was because of the time differences, and the travelling, but it was because I was pregnant. I told him because I wanted him to stay with me, but obviously it didn't work. Unfortunately, my home pregnancy tests proved positive, but when I went to a doctor, it was negative.
I kept up the charade though. I would email him "updates" begging him to come back. But now, I could tell everyone that it happened last night. Who knows, maybe I really will be pregnant. I didn't exactly use any protection. But this time, I'll announce I'm pregnant, and I'll "reluctantly" tell everyone it's Harry's. Emma will never want anything to do with him again. And everyone will know the truth, so he'll have to come back to me and raise the child.
It was working out perfectly.
