Something Great
Chapter 1
Emma’s P.O.V.
Her eyes…they have a certain undefinable sparkle to them. Alluring and sensual, with a touch of mischief. Large, long lashes, unique blue, vivid color, and you just get lost in them. That wasn’t the only thing that was fascinating about her. She had this face that just held your stare, the way her lips stayed in a smirk and her blonde hair was all over the place. Anyone would wonder what was going on in that mess of a master piece. Once you found out her personality was quirky and odd, she was sweeping you up within seconds. She was so out of the ordinary. And after describing that, it’d be a surprise that I hated her. Cara Delevingne had it all, but the only thing she had that I wanted was Harry Styles.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and tried to picture a better me and for a little, I looked beautiful. But then I’d bring myself back to reality and look at the real reflection. The dull blue eyes, staring back at me. Lack of sleep managed to keep the bags under my eyes and the life out of my skin. My teeth chewed away at my bottom lip, leaving another imperfection. Brown strands of hair fell into my face; I didn’t even bother to move them away. A long sigh uncontrollably left my body when someone entered the room, catching me off guard. I was only wearing a long sleeve shirt and underwear. As I turned around, my arm knocked over all my makeup and hair products onto the floor. “Crap,” I mumbled under my breath and then bent down to pick up the mess that was now on the floor. Harry knelt down next to me and helped pick the things off the ground with me. After we stood back up and already placed everything back on my dresser, Harry looked at me. “Emma, you look like you haven’t slept in days,” as he spoke, he ran his thumb across my cold cheek.
“Feels that way too,” I breathed.
“Why don’t you go back to bed?” Harry asked while searching the room for something. “You can sleep in my bed; I know how hard your mattress is.” He seemed distracted and kept rummaging through my things.
“Looking for something specific?” I asked trying to be any sort of help as he was looking through my things.
“Just that sweater I lent you like last year. I completely forgot you had it and last night…it was weird, I had this like dream about it. Anyway, I wanted to wear it today. Do you remember seeing it at all?” He stopped looking through my draws to look back up at me. I knew exactly where it was, but I had no desire at all to give it back to him. Ever since he started seeing Cara, he’s been taking all his clothes back he had lent me. That sweater was the last thing I had of his but I didn’t want to be a hassle so I nodded. “You do?” The smile on his face made me happy but sad because he was happy to take it away from me. Without saying a word, I shuffled over to my bottom draw and pulled out the large tan sweater and handed it to him. “Thanks, Em and listen please go back to bed. You look horrible.” Harry quickly rubbed the side of my arm and ran out of my room. I looked back in the mirror at my reflection.
“Horrible, I look horrible.” I repeated the word a couple of times and finally left the horrible reflection.
I find myself sitting at the kitchen counter in Harry/Lou’s place every day. From 1 a.m. up until 8 in the morning I give myself time for self-pity. During the day I’m actually much more pleasant. My life isn’t all bad; it has its perks as well as downfalls. But the perks tend to override the defeats most of the time. “How’s the writing coming along?” Louis asked, peeking his eyes over my shoulder. Before he could see a word, I covered the papers with my arms.
“Not very well,” I started. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such bad writer’s block. I’ve only written 4 songs out 9 songs and I’m pretty sure I’m going to rewrite them because they’re not good enough. I have a month to write the rest until I have to go back to Wisconsin to go over the final copies with Bon Iver,” I explained. After moving in with Harry and Louis, I went to college here in London for a while but it wasn’t for me. I dropped out, breaking my father’s heart but luckily I ran into a member of Bon Iver one of my favorite musical groups. The lead singer, Justin Vernon, asked me personally to co-write his next album after seeing some work of mine online. It was single handedly the best moment of my life. So every day since, I’ve been trying to put together 9 songs for them while they went on tour for their first album. My ultimate prim time writing happened mostly during the night but lately I had been drowning myself in self-hatred and just a lot of hatred towards Cara.
“Seems like you’ve got your hands full for the next month,” Louis smiled and rubbed my head. “Are you gonna be able to come on tour with us?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee which I was dangerously in need of.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see how the next month pans out. This tour might be tough, Lou.” I went on their last two tours which made them all think that I was going to be present for the next one. That brought happiness to my mind but I doubted I was actually going to be able to attend it considering all the work I had to do.
“Oh come on, it won’t be the same without you there. Harry wants you there!” Louis was grinning when Niall came into the conversation. I shot him a quick ‘don’t even go there’ glare.
“You’re not coming on tour with us?” He stopped in his tracks and slammed his fist down on the counter, almost spilling Louis’s coffee. “That’s outrageous!” He looked at Louis and then back at me, making me laugh. “This isn’t a funny situation. Emma Miller you are coming on this tour with us whether you like it or not and that’s final,” Niall said putting on his manly voice and acting as if he were my father.
“Yes, Sir!” I managed through laughs.
“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go steal some hair gel from Harry.” And with that he was out of the kitchen. Louis soon left after that and followed Niall, leaving the apartment all to myself once again. Although I hated it, quiet was all I needed to get my work done.
“Is she even alive?” A familiar voice asked.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you poke her?” That was Liam’s voice. I immediately picked my head up off the counter and squinted at the five faces staring at me. My first instinct was to look at the time and the clock on the stove read 5:54. I couldn’t believe I had slept the day away, not getting a single thing of work done. My eyes trailed down the blank piece of paper in my notebook. “How long have you been sleeping?” Liam asked, finishing up his sandwich that was in his hand.
“Basically all day,” I groaned.
“Good, you needed it. I could tell this morning that you haven’t slept in the last week. You can’t do that to yourself, Em.” Harry explained to me but he didn’t get the fact that I was awake was because of him. One being, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and Cara being together. And two being I used to sleep in his bed with him every night until he and Cara started seeing each other. I was so used to having someone there next to me that now its uncomforting being alone.
“I know,” I agreed not wanting to dwell on the negative considering Cara wasn’t there. It was just the six of us as it used to be, the way I liked it. The fact that One Direction has time off and Cara has a lot of work in London, Harry and Cara have been inseparable.
“Let’s go out to eat, or do something. Just the six of us, like old times!” Zayn offered. I literally couldn’t love Zayn more, he basically read my mind. Thankfully, all the guys agreed and I walked into my room to get dressed. It was exciting not having to wear sweats. To come to think of it, I actually haven’t been out in the longest time. As I opened my closet to find a non-wrinkled shirt, Harry was standing in the doorway.
“You’re not coming on tour with us?” He asked, a frown appearing on his face. I was happy he was sad I wasn’t going. Before I turned to look at him, I grabbed a shirt off its hanger.
“I don’t know yet, why?” I asked, curious. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked around my room. My arms dropped to my side, because silence terrified me more than anything.
“Emma, I’m sorry.” He shook his head. This confused me, but I didn’t want to interrupt him so I let him go on. “You must think I’m the biggest ass, don’t you?” I guess I had a puzzled face on because he went on. “We haven’t done anything, just me and you in over a month. I’m a really sucky friend, aren’t I?” He ended with a smile on his face. It was my smile. The one he only used around me. This brought a smile to my face.
“Harry, you’re not sucky friend. We’ve both been really busy with our own things. Don’t worry,” I explained. Harry walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my small waist and squeezed me. My face fell into the crook of his neck and he smelt just like that sweater. But his hug was better than any sweater in the world.
At around 2 a.m. we all shuffled into Niall’s apartment to play Just Dance. Even though they all despised dancing, they loved this game. I always won, though. “So who’s versing Emma?” Zayn asked, after he was defeated by me. He was out of breath, as well was I. “I’m out of breath, man. She’s too good.” Harry grabbed the controller out of Zayn’s hand and gave me a quick cheeky smile.
“You’re going down, Miller.” He scrolled through the song list and picked the song I predicted he’d pick. He had beaten me once in this song and must think it’s going to happen again. Although it’s possible, he wasn’t as fit as he was now when he did win. “Ready to lose?” He casually asked while stretching before the song started. I just let out a laugh and started to follow the motions that were shown on the screen. Two minutes into the song, Harry was pathetically losing so he decided to play dirty. Pushing me down and grabbing my remote from me, he started to gain more points than me.
“Harry! You’re such a cheater,” I yelled but couldn’t stop giggling. Then the other guys decided to join in and tackle me to the ground, allowing Harry to win the game. Four butts were sitting along my body, holding me down to the rug. Once he was announced the winner, they all jumped up and cheered for him.
“How does it feel, Emma?” Harry asked, acting cocky that he had won.
“You cheated, Harry. It’s not like you actually won. Sorry, kid.” I reached my hand up to his head and ruffled his curls. “Niall, make yourself useful and go make some popcorn.” Niall raised his eyebrows and pretended to almost punch me in the face.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Emma.” He smiled and then left to the kitchen to make us all popcorn. The rest of us sat down on the couches and put on This Is the End.
4 a.m. strolled by and I could feel my eyes starting to close uncontrollably. My feet were on Liam’s lap and my head was on Harry’s lap. I assumed they were all sleeping but before I could drift fully off to sleep, I heard Harry laughing quietly to himself at the movie. His hand ran through my hair and I closed my eyes, his hand soothingly putting me to sleep.
Her eyes…they have a certain undefinable sparkle to them. Alluring and sensual, with a touch of mischief. Large, long lashes, unique blue, vivid color, and you just get lost in them. That wasn’t the only thing that was fascinating about her. She had this face that just held your stare, the way her lips stayed in a smirk and her blonde hair was all over the place. Anyone would wonder what was going on in that mess of a master piece. Once you found out her personality was quirky and odd, she was sweeping you up within seconds. She was so out of the ordinary. And after describing that, it’d be a surprise that I hated her. Cara Delevingne had it all, but the only thing she had that I wanted was Harry Styles.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and tried to picture a better me and for a little, I looked beautiful. But then I’d bring myself back to reality and look at the real reflection. The dull blue eyes, staring back at me. Lack of sleep managed to keep the bags under my eyes and the life out of my skin. My teeth chewed away at my bottom lip, leaving another imperfection. Brown strands of hair fell into my face; I didn’t even bother to move them away. A long sigh uncontrollably left my body when someone entered the room, catching me off guard. I was only wearing a long sleeve shirt and underwear. As I turned around, my arm knocked over all my makeup and hair products onto the floor. “Crap,” I mumbled under my breath and then bent down to pick up the mess that was now on the floor. Harry knelt down next to me and helped pick the things off the ground with me. After we stood back up and already placed everything back on my dresser, Harry looked at me. “Emma, you look like you haven’t slept in days,” as he spoke, he ran his thumb across my cold cheek.
“Feels that way too,” I breathed.
“Why don’t you go back to bed?” Harry asked while searching the room for something. “You can sleep in my bed; I know how hard your mattress is.” He seemed distracted and kept rummaging through my things.
“Looking for something specific?” I asked trying to be any sort of help as he was looking through my things.
“Just that sweater I lent you like last year. I completely forgot you had it and last night…it was weird, I had this like dream about it. Anyway, I wanted to wear it today. Do you remember seeing it at all?” He stopped looking through my draws to look back up at me. I knew exactly where it was, but I had no desire at all to give it back to him. Ever since he started seeing Cara, he’s been taking all his clothes back he had lent me. That sweater was the last thing I had of his but I didn’t want to be a hassle so I nodded. “You do?” The smile on his face made me happy but sad because he was happy to take it away from me. Without saying a word, I shuffled over to my bottom draw and pulled out the large tan sweater and handed it to him. “Thanks, Em and listen please go back to bed. You look horrible.” Harry quickly rubbed the side of my arm and ran out of my room. I looked back in the mirror at my reflection.
“Horrible, I look horrible.” I repeated the word a couple of times and finally left the horrible reflection.
I find myself sitting at the kitchen counter in Harry/Lou’s place every day. From 1 a.m. up until 8 in the morning I give myself time for self-pity. During the day I’m actually much more pleasant. My life isn’t all bad; it has its perks as well as downfalls. But the perks tend to override the defeats most of the time. “How’s the writing coming along?” Louis asked, peeking his eyes over my shoulder. Before he could see a word, I covered the papers with my arms.
“Not very well,” I started. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such bad writer’s block. I’ve only written 4 songs out 9 songs and I’m pretty sure I’m going to rewrite them because they’re not good enough. I have a month to write the rest until I have to go back to Wisconsin to go over the final copies with Bon Iver,” I explained. After moving in with Harry and Louis, I went to college here in London for a while but it wasn’t for me. I dropped out, breaking my father’s heart but luckily I ran into a member of Bon Iver one of my favorite musical groups. The lead singer, Justin Vernon, asked me personally to co-write his next album after seeing some work of mine online. It was single handedly the best moment of my life. So every day since, I’ve been trying to put together 9 songs for them while they went on tour for their first album. My ultimate prim time writing happened mostly during the night but lately I had been drowning myself in self-hatred and just a lot of hatred towards Cara.
“Seems like you’ve got your hands full for the next month,” Louis smiled and rubbed my head. “Are you gonna be able to come on tour with us?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee which I was dangerously in need of.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see how the next month pans out. This tour might be tough, Lou.” I went on their last two tours which made them all think that I was going to be present for the next one. That brought happiness to my mind but I doubted I was actually going to be able to attend it considering all the work I had to do.
“Oh come on, it won’t be the same without you there. Harry wants you there!” Louis was grinning when Niall came into the conversation. I shot him a quick ‘don’t even go there’ glare.
“You’re not coming on tour with us?” He stopped in his tracks and slammed his fist down on the counter, almost spilling Louis’s coffee. “That’s outrageous!” He looked at Louis and then back at me, making me laugh. “This isn’t a funny situation. Emma Miller you are coming on this tour with us whether you like it or not and that’s final,” Niall said putting on his manly voice and acting as if he were my father.
“Yes, Sir!” I managed through laughs.
“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go steal some hair gel from Harry.” And with that he was out of the kitchen. Louis soon left after that and followed Niall, leaving the apartment all to myself once again. Although I hated it, quiet was all I needed to get my work done.
“Is she even alive?” A familiar voice asked.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you poke her?” That was Liam’s voice. I immediately picked my head up off the counter and squinted at the five faces staring at me. My first instinct was to look at the time and the clock on the stove read 5:54. I couldn’t believe I had slept the day away, not getting a single thing of work done. My eyes trailed down the blank piece of paper in my notebook. “How long have you been sleeping?” Liam asked, finishing up his sandwich that was in his hand.
“Basically all day,” I groaned.
“Good, you needed it. I could tell this morning that you haven’t slept in the last week. You can’t do that to yourself, Em.” Harry explained to me but he didn’t get the fact that I was awake was because of him. One being, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and Cara being together. And two being I used to sleep in his bed with him every night until he and Cara started seeing each other. I was so used to having someone there next to me that now its uncomforting being alone.
“I know,” I agreed not wanting to dwell on the negative considering Cara wasn’t there. It was just the six of us as it used to be, the way I liked it. The fact that One Direction has time off and Cara has a lot of work in London, Harry and Cara have been inseparable.
“Let’s go out to eat, or do something. Just the six of us, like old times!” Zayn offered. I literally couldn’t love Zayn more, he basically read my mind. Thankfully, all the guys agreed and I walked into my room to get dressed. It was exciting not having to wear sweats. To come to think of it, I actually haven’t been out in the longest time. As I opened my closet to find a non-wrinkled shirt, Harry was standing in the doorway.
“You’re not coming on tour with us?” He asked, a frown appearing on his face. I was happy he was sad I wasn’t going. Before I turned to look at him, I grabbed a shirt off its hanger.
“I don’t know yet, why?” I asked, curious. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked around my room. My arms dropped to my side, because silence terrified me more than anything.
“Emma, I’m sorry.” He shook his head. This confused me, but I didn’t want to interrupt him so I let him go on. “You must think I’m the biggest ass, don’t you?” I guess I had a puzzled face on because he went on. “We haven’t done anything, just me and you in over a month. I’m a really sucky friend, aren’t I?” He ended with a smile on his face. It was my smile. The one he only used around me. This brought a smile to my face.
“Harry, you’re not sucky friend. We’ve both been really busy with our own things. Don’t worry,” I explained. Harry walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my small waist and squeezed me. My face fell into the crook of his neck and he smelt just like that sweater. But his hug was better than any sweater in the world.
At around 2 a.m. we all shuffled into Niall’s apartment to play Just Dance. Even though they all despised dancing, they loved this game. I always won, though. “So who’s versing Emma?” Zayn asked, after he was defeated by me. He was out of breath, as well was I. “I’m out of breath, man. She’s too good.” Harry grabbed the controller out of Zayn’s hand and gave me a quick cheeky smile.
“You’re going down, Miller.” He scrolled through the song list and picked the song I predicted he’d pick. He had beaten me once in this song and must think it’s going to happen again. Although it’s possible, he wasn’t as fit as he was now when he did win. “Ready to lose?” He casually asked while stretching before the song started. I just let out a laugh and started to follow the motions that were shown on the screen. Two minutes into the song, Harry was pathetically losing so he decided to play dirty. Pushing me down and grabbing my remote from me, he started to gain more points than me.
“Harry! You’re such a cheater,” I yelled but couldn’t stop giggling. Then the other guys decided to join in and tackle me to the ground, allowing Harry to win the game. Four butts were sitting along my body, holding me down to the rug. Once he was announced the winner, they all jumped up and cheered for him.
“How does it feel, Emma?” Harry asked, acting cocky that he had won.
“You cheated, Harry. It’s not like you actually won. Sorry, kid.” I reached my hand up to his head and ruffled his curls. “Niall, make yourself useful and go make some popcorn.” Niall raised his eyebrows and pretended to almost punch me in the face.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Emma.” He smiled and then left to the kitchen to make us all popcorn. The rest of us sat down on the couches and put on This Is the End.
4 a.m. strolled by and I could feel my eyes starting to close uncontrollably. My feet were on Liam’s lap and my head was on Harry’s lap. I assumed they were all sleeping but before I could drift fully off to sleep, I heard Harry laughing quietly to himself at the movie. His hand ran through my hair and I closed my eyes, his hand soothingly putting me to sleep.
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