*Emma's P.O.V.*
I lay in my bed, at home, reading a book. But the butterflies in my stomach swelled up, and I couldn't help but glance at my calendar, one last time. Harry had brought me home, decided that I should be with my family for a bit before we were to set off on tour, but I couldn't stand being away from him.
Four more days.
I lay back down, intently reading my book, but soon, my eyes peeked over the edges.
Four more days.
I sighed. Days weren't going to go by just by me laying here and reading!
"Emma! You've got a package!" My mom called.
"Coming!" I said, running down the stairs, before snatching the parcel out of her hands.
The return address read Harry Edward Styles, Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, UK.
I smiled. He knew how to make me happy. I ripped it open, and a letter drifted down from the box, clearly the taping being done by an amateur. I picked up the letter, and unfolded it carefully, not wanting to ruin it in anyway. I slowly walked to the living room, and sat down on the coach as I read the letter.
Dear Emma,
You know that I'm more than ecstatic about you joining us on tour, but, there's been a bit of a change in plan.
I frowned.
Scratch that, there's been a lot of a change in plan. This may be the rudest way to do it, but I don't think I could stand to see your face when I broke the news to you. I'm breaking up with you. Because... because I'm still in love with Serena. She was my ex-girlfriend, as you know, and I haven't been able to let her go.
I'm sorry this had to happen.
Yours truely,
Harry.
My tears stained the paper. I couldn't understand why. Why?! Just a few weeks ago he had told me he loved me. He had invited me on tour. Everything was going perfectly. So... why? I noticed the velevet box sitting next to me on the couch, and slowly lifted the lid. I gasped at it's contents. Sitting perfectly cenetered in the box, was a necklace with a single diamond, hanging down at the bottom. The back was flat, and it had "For my one and only" carved into it. I started shaking, and my body erupted into sobs as I let the tears ruin the beautiful box, the beautiful paper.
*Harry's P.O.V.*
2 Weeks Earlier
I choked as I let the package drop into the box. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. Emma was my everything, she was my life, she was my hand to hold. Even though we had known each other for so little time, I couldn't imagine my life without her.
It was all Serena's fault. Her and her seductiveness. She took advantage of me. I was drunk and she took advantage of me.
"You okay, big boy?" I heard a soft and seductive voice speak from behind me. I turned around to see Serena.
"Leave me alone!" I snapped.
"That's no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?"
"I don't even want this! You know that!"
"You don't love me?"
I was tired of her baby act. "You know what Serena, I love Emma! I love her! And you, you're just a piece of filth in my mind! You said you would keep it quiet, and you're going back on your word. You used to be such a different person, what happened?"
"What happened is I got pregnant, Harry. And I need someone to father it."
"So to do that you have to blackmail me?"
"Harry, I did promise I wouldn't say anything. And I won't. You just need to keep this up for a while. I'll go on tour with you, make people believe you're real. You'll help me birth this child, then there'll be a sudden but horrible, devastating break up."
"You're disgusting." I spat.
She stepped closer to me, so our noses were touching but or lips weren't. "Smile for the camera's" She whispered, cocking her head toward a paparazo. I lifted my hand to touch her chin softly, as she moved her face forward so our lips were touching perfectly. Her lips were soft, and tasted like peaches. She parted her lips, and my tongue tunneled in, exploring her mouth vicously. She laughed, as I pulled away and started planting love bites all over her. There was something about her that made me want her. I found a spot on her neck to place my lips, and sucked a hicky as she moaned loudly. A crowd started gathering, and we got so caught up I even pulled off her shirt. She giggled, and pressed her lips against mine as we stood, her topless, me caressing her boobs. We stayed like that for a while, until people got bored and left. And when they did, I realized what was happening, and whipped her shirt at her.
"I hate you!" I said, not wanting to look at her.
