Something Great

Emma’s P.O.V.

Harry was running through my mind all day, his eyes, his lips, just everything about him filled my thoughts. Coralie was making me coffee and watching me daydream about Harry. She sat down at a table in the coffee shop where she worked, rarely anyone came in so it was just us.
“Em, you’re drooling.” She joked and then took a sip of her coffee causing her to burn her tongue. “I can’t believe you and Harry are together. It’s just like mind-boggling, you know cause you used to like dream of this and it happened. You’re so lucky.” My eyes shifted from her face to the ground. “You haven’t talked to Riley yet?” She read me. I started to chew on the bottom of my lip and she rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh. “Why not?”

“Because he’s on a trip and I don’t want to call him up and tell him that. I’m scared, what if he gets angry?” I always thought of the worst case scenario. It builds up in my mind and there’s no way of rewinding my thoughts.

“Angry? What do you mean? He’s a grown man, I’m sure he’s capable of holding himself together when a 17 year old girl breaks up with him.” I was hoping she would read me once more so I didn’t have to say the horrid thing out loud. Coralie’s eyes studied my face when I didn’t answer her. “Em?” she questioned. Still no answer. “Emma! Did he hit you?” Bingo, I knew she’d get it. Again I didn’t say anything and she knew that meant yes. “What an asshole! Oh my God! Did you tell Harry-“

“No! And I’m not going to! And neither are you!” I demanded. “I don’t want Harry to get all worked up about something that happened a month ago. It’s fine. It wasn’t that bad,” I relaxed into my seat. Coralie shook her head.

“If you want, I’ll come with you when you tell him.” She offered but I knew I had to do it alone. It wouldn’t be right to do it with someone else there.

“No but thanks anyway. I should probably do that tomorrow when he comes home. He called me and told me had a surprise for me so I’m even more nervous. But I have to get it done. I just feel so wrong being with someone else and hooking up with Harry at the same time. Maybe I’ll just tell Harry we need to dial it down until I tell Riley. I really don’t want Riley to find out the way Cara did…” I said thinking back to last week when Cara and Harry broke up. “So how are you and Niall?” I asked, a smile appearing on the both of our faces.

“Good, actually. He asked me out to dinner tonight in fact,” she smiled to herself more than to me. I was more than happy as to how happy she was. She always dated the worst guys that would take advantage of her and abuse her. It was comforting to know that Niall was taking care of her.

“I’m sincerely happy for you,” I gushed.



Harry came back from work so I came home from hanging out with Coralie to talk to him. His room light was on so I immediately knew where he was. The urge to be in his arms came over me but I had to fight it if I wanted to cool things down with us until I told Riley. But when I walked into his room and he was shirtless I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his waist. My lips kissed his muscular back and he spun around so he was facing me. “Hello, beautiful.” He lifted my chin with one hand and kissed me. My fingers curled around his belt loops on his jeans. All strength to stop the urge disappeared. “How was your day,” he asked pulling me into his arms.

“Good and yours?” I said into his bare chest.

“Boring for the most part, wanna make out?” he joked. He sounded like a hormonal teenage boy. Which he basically was. Harry and I were only two years apart exactly, we have the same birthday. February 1st. Harry placed me down on the bed and then got on top of me slowly. As much as I wanted to be within his hold for the rest of the day, I couldn't. It didn't seem right, it felt grimy. "Harry," I sighed pushing him off of me and he stood back up. "I'm sorry, it's just that I still need to tell Riley..." Harry turned around and rolled his eyes.

"You still haven't told him?" He said flat toned. He's been mad that I haven't told Riley yet but I'm still really scared of him. Ever since that night he hit me, I have been really cautious around Riley. "Em, you said you'd tell him when he got back."

"He's not back yet, he's coming home tomorrow. That's when I'm telling him." Harry pulled a shirt over his body, saving me from wanting to touch his beautiful chest. He walked back over to me and kissed me. "Stop tempting me, Harry." I complained.

"Tempting you to do what?" He laughed, innocently.

"To kiss you, that's all I want to do right now but I can't. My lips say go but my mind says no," I said throwing my hands in the air in defeat. Harry's room filled with laughter.

"You're adorable you know that?" He asked, kissing my forehead.

"I know," I made a cute baby face.

“Hey, have you seen that sweater? The tan one?” He asked, searching through his whole room and closet. The last memory I had with that sweater was when he took it away from me only a few months ago. “I think you had it last,” he spoke. “I did, but then you took it back a few months ago.” His head shot up and he knew who had it. Slowly, he turned to me and said, “Cara has it.” He took my favorite sweater of his and gave it to Cara, of course I couldn’t get mad but I did on the inside. “That was my favorite sweater,” I admitted.

“Was it?” he asked, as if he didn’t know and it wasn’t completely obvious. “You just always wear so many of my clothes, I can never tell which one’s your favorite.” He joked. I lay back on his bed so he couldn’t see the blush that was coming over my face. Why was I blushing after that comment, I had not a clue. “But I loved the way you looked in my clothes, I should add.” Harry came over to the bed and got on top of me, his cross necklace hitting me in the face. “Sorry, babe.” He leaned down and kissed me.

“Harry,” I whined into his lips. “I can’t,” I said pushing him away. He refused to listen to me and I was glad he did. Harry kissed my neck and I let out a quiet moan, he was right on my weak spot. “Harry stop,” I moaned and biting my bottom lip. But it really couldn’t go on any longer because the guilt was there along with the pleasure. “Harry, I’m serious.” I said moving from under his grip and he got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom without saying a word. I knew he was upset about it but I was scared- no terrified to tell Riley about Harry and I. And I so badly wanted to tell Harry why I’ve been holding back from telling Riley but that would only cause things to get worse.

“I’m going out with Niall,” he stated in an annoyed tone. “I’ll be back later,” he mentioned before leaving the room to just myself. I slouched back onto the bed and felt horrible for doing this to him. I had not a clue what to do in this situation.



The next day, I walked into Riley’s apartment and he came out of his bedroom wearing a tan suit. “Hey!” he called out, picking me up in his strong hold and placed an amazing kiss on my lips. At first I kissed back but then stopped myself. After he placed me back on my feet, I looked up at his bright smile.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” I pointed out. Curious because it may have to do with my surprise. “Where’s my surprise?” I asked, pushing a smile. He laughed and pulled out a box and handed it to me. When I took it, placed it on the counter and finally unwrapped the paper and took off the cover of the box. My eyes lit up and I gasped. It was one of the most beautiful dresses, breathtaking. How could I accept such a thing when soon I’d break things off with him?

“Do you like it?” he asked, hopeful. I was at loss of words because of the beauty.

“Ri, it’s amazing. Breathtaking,” I gasped. “You didn’t have to do this…”

“Of course I did, a new step into our relationship.” He said pulling me in for another kiss.

“Besides you needed something to wear for the dinner that we’re attending at my boss’ house,” he mentioned between kisses.

“When is that taking place?” I asked. I wanted it to be a while away so I had time to break up with him and give the dress back.

“Tomorrow,” he stated. I could feel the insides of me churn and I actually thought I was going to be sick.

“Sounds great,” I managed to get out.




Before going back home, I stopped at Coralie’s apartment so I could talk to her about Riley. “So you went there with the intention to break up with him and came home with a beyond beautiful dress and a night at his boss’ house?” She asked, holding up the dress in her mirror on the wall.

“Yeah…” I said trailing off. It sounded so much worse, I officially felt like an asshole. “What am I supposed to do? The dinner is tomorrow! I can’t break up with him before or during! And what’s Harry going to think of when I tell him ‘oh just going to my boyfriend’s boss’ house! No big deal!’?”

“Hey, you’re gonna get through this! Don’t worry,” she said rubbing my back to calm me down. I slept over Coralie’s house that night so I didn’t have to go home with the dress and face Harry. He’d probably ask me if I broke up Riley and I’d have to sadly tell him no.



The whole day I was worrying about how this night with Riley was going to go down. My hands wouldn’t stop sweating and it was getting a little ridiculous with my frequent anxiety attacks. “Em, you need to calm down. You’re not going to be able to get through the night if you keep freaking out. Please just take a few breaths and remember that you’re gonna be okay,” Coralie begged trying to braid my hair and put it up in a classy way. I mean this place we were going was fancy beyond fancy and I didn’t want to embarrass Riley. I knew how to clean up well when I needed to. Lastly, I placed the white, delicate dress along my slim body and admired it’s beauty in the mirror. “You look amazing,” Coralie gushed and not taking her eyes off me for a moment. Mostly because she was hoping I wouldn’t just drop dead right there.


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“I wish I was dressing this nice to go see Harry,” I admitted. Harry had been on my mind all day and I just wanted to see him already. I hated this, I hated that it took me this long to break up with him. I regret even being with him especially after the night he hit me. “I just need to get this over with,” I let out a long sigh letting her know that I was ready to leave. Riley picked me up from her apartment and we drove all the way to somewhere I couldn’t even tell you the name of.


When we got there, Riley placed his large around my waist and kissed the side of my neck. “You look beautiful,” he mentioned. I smiled, letting him know that I was thankful. Words were getting harder to say and I was losing track of all vocabulary fast. “I’m just gonna introduce you to some people,” he stated. “Really nice folk here.” I nodded again with the same smile plastered on my face. I was glad he couldn’t read me like Harry did or even Coralie. If he could, I’d be screwed.


After shaking many hands and saying hello and goodbye to a bunch of people, hours passed. Drinks were shared and downed quickly by Riley. I was surprised he was drinking so much especially because I didn’t know how we were getting home but I couldn’t interrupt him. I figured he had a plan and I would soon be home with Harry and all this weight would be lifted off my chest. But as the hours past, the weight was being added with every drink Riley consumed. It was making me more nervous because I knew how he was when he was drunk, abusive. My heart was racing every time he would chug another shot down. Around 1 a.m. I pulled him aside and held him up against a wall so he wouldn’t fall down. “When are we going home?” I asked innocently.

“Umm, we’re not…” he stumbled over his words.

“We’re not…” I repeated very confused as it was the first time of me hearing this.

“No, we’re staying in a hotel down the street. I can’t drive like this babe,” he stuttered. His breath smelt like whiskey and I thought I was going to be sick. “I’m getting a bit tired, we should probably get a taxi to take us to the hotel.” I didn’t even have a change of clothes, the ideas that started popping into my head made me want to race home. I could feel my throat starting to close, the horrid thoughts running throughout my mind.

We got to the hotel and I helped him up to the room, hoping that once we got there he’d want to pass out. But to my dismay, I was hopelessly wrong but horribly right. I was right that he came here for a reason and he had a mission to accomplish and that was me. He intended to have sex with me tonight, he had it all planned out and it couldn’t have been more obvious the way things had panned out. I wish I hadn’t been so foolish, getting myself into this mess in the first place. Riley planted a wet and hungry kiss on my lips, squeezing my waist and pushing me onto the bed. I had no idea how to control him, fighting seemed useless against him. “Riley…” I pleaded. His mind was blurred and he was no longer Riley, just some guy here to have sex with me. Quickly he removed all his top half clothing, knowing that if he wasted anymore time I’d try to make a run for it. Tears started to form in my eyes, I tried pleading him to stop again but it was no use. His hands ripped the beautiful dress off my body and he then pushed me back down on the bed hard. “Please stop!” I started to yell. Finally I found the strength in me to try and push his large body off of mine but again it was no use. Drunk or not, he was still much stronger than me. I started throwing punches, anything to get him off me but that only made him angrier. He threw a punch of his own, I could’ve sworn he would’ve knocked me out…much have rather he did. Once he entered me, I screamed in pain because it had to be the most excruciating pain I had felt ever. Riley placed his hand over my mouth, not allowing anyone to hear my screams. The resent I had for myself was beyond me.

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