"---Emily's POV---
Today was the day of the Hospital performance. I wasn't going.... It's been a couple of days since the bridge incident. My heart wasn't ready to face Harry. The fact that he was going to be singing would not help. Harry's voice was my weakness, along with his eyes. Those bright green eyes were full of both mystery, and love. Both factors drawing me deeper and deeper in.
Niall had called, begging for me to come to the performance. I hadn't really seen him either. I have been swamped with reading, homework, and studying. Finals were coming up faster than the speed of light, and I was worried. My grades were fine, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that my mind was too much in it's own little world.... with Harry. Anytime I saw the color green, my mind would wander to those beautiful eyes of his. How they would absorb everything around them. It was as though everything his eyes took in, was beautiful... including me. And lately, beautiful was the farthest feeling I had in mind.
Right now, it was about ten in the morning. I was at my kitchen table, books, notebooks, and papers sprawled out all over the surface. Study time for Emily. Awesome.... sarcasm intended. I was wearing some old grey sweats and a navy blue sweater. My hair was up in an uncontrollable bun. Why did other girls look so cute with messy buns? Mine look like I got into a fight with a weedwhacker. Brandon was getting ready for work. On a Saturday. Big shocker there huh?
"Emily, you look a mess." he said, shaking his head. Ummm thanks? Asswhole..."You should go wash up or something."....prick.
"I'm studying for Finals, not going to the Oscars." I said sarcastically. He glared at me. He was different.
"Listen I won't be able to-" My phone interrupted what he was going to say... although I already knew what it was 'I can't make it blah blahblah'.
"Hello?" I answered the phone, looking at Brandon fix u..." http://wattpad.com/story/4941842
