"---Harry's POV---
A couple of days ago, I confessed my heart and soul to the boys. I was a bit embarassed at first. What kind of man tells his best mates that he can't sleep because of a girl? I'll tell you who... this man. Now that I have thought things over, I was proud of my love for Emily. There was just one thing stopping me from making her mine...
"Babe what's wrong?" Hannah scooted closer to me. Resting her head on my shoulder, she placed her hands on my chest. We were on the sofa, watching some movie. I had lost complete interest at the beginning introduction. Something about a girl doing something, I couldn't remember.
"Nothing," I couldn't help but sigh. I didn't want to be here. Well, I mean, I was okay with being here at my home... I just didn't want Hannah to be the one on my arm. I wanted Emily. I needed Emily.
"You've hardly talked all day." she pouted her pink lips, scrunching her eyebrows together. "In fact, You've hardly talked since the day we saw what's her face under the bridge." I was looking away from her. I remember when I called HANNAH 'what's her face'. I hardly knew her at the time. She was just another girl I clinged onto, trying to push away any frustrations I had. The first time I met Hannah, I was too wasted to remember. I had drowned out my thoughts with a few shots of everything you could think of, trying to erase Emily from my mind. Only it didn't work out so well. Emily ended up being there at the club. That's when I grabbed Hannah and began to dance with her. I wanted to make the one girl that rejected me envious. Envious that she couldn't have me. Envious that I wasn't hers. She ended up making ME jealous. I hated it. I took Hannah home with me that night. I don't even remember what we did that night. Hannah says it was wild... to me, it was a fuzzy blurr.
She ended up winning my attention, never my heart, but my attention. She kept my mind off of ..." http://wattpad.com/story/4941842
