Waiting For Yesterday. (One Direction/ Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter three.

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Emily's P.O.V:

I feel like I'm doing something so wrong, I mean agreeing to go out with a guy I met once and I was so drunk I barely remember what happened last night.

I just couldn't forget his face.

Ever since the memories started flooding back his face became permanently imprinted on my mind.

His husky voice echoed through my thoughts giving me shudders.

It was one meal, it was no big deal, I just couldn't fall in love with him, I wasn't ready.

Only problem was I'm the girl who falls to hard, too fast.

I'm the girl who always ends up getting hurt.

Not anymore.

Me and Harry were just going to be friends, besides, it's not like I could ever get a guy like him.

I'm so average and he's so.. he's so Harry.

Harry's P.O.V:

"I'm off to pick up my date",I winked to the boys who sat round the kitchen table.

They didn't look impressed.

But Lou, he looked straight into my eyes, expressing the pain he was feeling.

I sighed and tried to shake it off.

"Later", I called before shutting the door.

I jumped into my Audi R8, my pride and joy and began to speed through the busy streets of London, to the address Emily had text me earlier.

I pulled up outside the block of flats and jumped out of my car, putting my shades over my eyes.

I bolted up the stairs to flat 6A and buzzed the doorbell.

Emily's P.O.V:

"Em, he's here!", Izzie yelled.

I glanced at myself in the mirror.

I'd decided to wear my black leather jeans, white shirt and black blazer.

With my black heels and clutch and my hair in its natural curls.

My stomach was going crazy, I was super nervous about today.

I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much last night...

I'll soon find out..

I grabbed my mobile and shoved in my clutch before scurrying into the kitchen where I saw Harry deep in conversation with Izzie.

Wow, he looked so good.

Harry's P.O.V:

"So Harry-", Izzie, or at least I think that's her name, began,"What do you do?".

Before I could make up some story about my job, my attention turned to the beautiful girl who walked into the kitchen.

I don't remember her being this beautiful.

She was flawless.

No Harry, don't let her fool you, she's just going to hurt you.

You have to get there first.