Harry's P.O.V

The three of us were sat in the dining room eating the meal Nancy prepared for us. Nancy was asking Emma all about school which I was thankful for because it gave me some time to think to myself. I was annoyed as fuck and wanted nothing else but to walk out of this house, but I didn't want that to be the first impression my girlfriends mother got of me. As uncomfortable as this dinner is, I'm dreading for it to end because I know I'll be left alone with Emma, which normally I would love. It's infuriating because she can be so fucking nosey, but I really shouldn't complain because I guess it's a nice feeling having someone actually want to know more about you, although she has no idea what she's asking. As I look around the room, I notice random picture frames filled with photographs of three girls, the third being Emma's sister. I smirked to myself because although Emma has never told me, I was already aware of her parents divorce.


Emma's P.O.V

Dinner couldn't have dragged on any longer. I was getting annoyed at how slow Harry was eating, and I knew he was only doing it to avoid our talk. Thankfully, my mother's non stop questions to both Harry and I saved us from a very awkward first dinner. Although my mother can be clueless at times, I knew she could tell something was up when she turned down Harry's offer to help her with the dishes, and told us to go relax. I wanted nothing but tonight to be perfect, my mother meeting the first boy I've ever brought home, the house filled with our laughter and smiles. I frowned and plopped down onto my bed, watching Harry sluggishly lean against the doorframe.

He rubbed his closed eyes and let out a low groan. "Listen Emma, I really don't want to do this right now."

I sat there quietly, saying nothing. This caused Harry to look up from the floor with a confused look on his face.

"Emma?" He asked, but I did nothing but shake my head. He sighed and walked towards me, stopping when he was standing directly in front of me.

"So now you're ignoring me? You've wanted nothing but this moment all night and now you have nothing to say?" He began to raise his voice, anger taking over his perfect features.

"Harry, I just want you to want to answer my questions." I paused, my voice coming out quiet. I was exhausted, I didn't want to fight, and I didn't want to yell. "I want you to want to lay in bed with me, I want you to actually enjoy answering all of my random, curious questions, but you don't."

I watched as his face softened, another strained sigh coming from his parted lips. He placed his hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at the towering body that was in front of me.

"You don't want to know, baby." His voice was gentle, but his eyes were dark as they stared into mine. His gaze was intimidating and it started to make me feel uncomfortable, but even when I would look away, I could still feel them burning into my skin.

"But I do." I protested, staring at the carpeted floor beneath my feet.

"But you fucking don't!" He yelled, making me jump from the sudden mood change. "You think you want to know all of this shit about me, but the truth is, you don't." He sneered, his vein defining and surfacing from his neck. "Once you hear about my fucked up past, you'll regret ever asking." He lowered his voice when he realized that we weren't the only ones in the house, but his voice was still laced with pure venom.

I stood from the bed, feeling the anger radiate off of his body. His body was pressed against mine, and although I was mad at him, I couldn't help but feel excited at how close his body was to mine. I shook away the thought when I looked up at the boy I was helplessly in love with, staring back at me with a cold glare on his face. I don't know what took over me, whether it was knowing he would never actually hurt me, or his annoying assumptions about me, but I decided to stand my ground.

"Here you go again with your doubts! You assume the worst from me, Harry.." I held my head high and shoved him back. "You think I'll just leave or that I'll regret asking, when I won't! You don't even have the slightest clue!" His face was turning red, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're so private Harry, you act like you've murdered someone! I just want know more about you, why is that so bad?" I watched as the colour in his face drained from my words, but it was soon covered up by the same cold glare.

"Because it's none of your fucking business." He replied calm, his voice holding no emotion. His eyes were fixed on the window as he watched the rain come to a stop. I stood in pure disbelief, the words I want to say, not leaving my lips.

"Harry, why are we doing this? If you can't do a simple thing like open up to me, and I only ever annoy you, then why are we doing this?" My voice came out weak and I could literally feel the room spin.

Harry's head snapped around from the window, his eyes wide. "What?" I stood still, saying nothing as he began to walk towards me. "Emma, what are you trying to say?" His shaky voice distracted me from the feeling of his hands grabbing onto mine.

"Fuck, Emma it may be a simple thing to you, but it's no where near as simple for me.." I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. "It's not as easy as you think it is for me to talk about things that still haunt me to this day. I will try for you, but you're going to have to be patient because this isn't simple." He gently squeezed my hands, as I was searching for the right words to say.

"I think you should leave.." My voice was barely a whisper and I didn't think Harry heard me until I watched his face fall. He removed his hands from mine to run his fingers through his hair, something he does when he's either nervous or frustrated.

"What?" His green eyes looked almost glossy, as they bore into mine.

"I'm really tired, it's been a long day. I need to get some sleep." My eyes darted to the floor, I refused to let my tears slip in front of him, I seem to do that too often. I was so confused with my emotions, I wanted nothing else but to be with Harry, but I don't know how much longer I can take this back and forth arguing. I'm so in love with him and I cannot picture my life without him, which truly scares me. Does he even see me in his future? A simple question like that, I can't ask him. I can't ask him or else it will turn into another one of our many fights.

"I can lay with you." His words were rushed, the desperation clear in his voice. My body was too weak. I slowly shook my head, forcing myself to look up at him.

"I'll call you tomorrow?" My voice was husky, I had trouble recognizing it as my own. His lips were pressed into a straight line, his face switching from sadness to emotionless. He gave me a small nod before grabbing his jacket from my chair. He paused at the doorway and looked over his shoulder, his eyes connecting with mine.

"I love you."

It took everything I had in me to say those three words back to him. It's not that I don't love him, because I do, probably too much, but I'm so hurt and confused right now that I don't know what I want. I watched as he disappeared down my hallway, and that's when I let myself break down.

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