Emma’s P.O.V.

I decided that the memories had to go no matter how hard it was to get them out of my head, they just had to go. The way it was affecting me was highly irritating and not only affecting me in a negative way but the people around me, especially Harry. I scare him half to death when I faint or pass out just from the thought of that night. His name and that one night will no longer be a part of vocabulary or memory. It’s best to just move on and go on as if nothing even happened, go back to the simpler time. I finally had Harry and that’s something I dreamed of having and now that I do, I don’t want to do anything to screw it up. All I have to do is be active and not give myself anytime to think because if I do, then all I’ll do is sit in sorrow and agony. There was no need for negative thoughts to process into my brain anymore, I didn’t want to live that kind of life.


For a solid week, I had Harry take me out and we did all kinds of activities so I didn’t even have a chance to sit down and think to myself. It was nice to not have to think about anything too seriously. But Harry questioned me at dinner. “Is there something going on? I mean you’re like so on and up and going…is everything okay?” He asked, curious as to my completely sporadic change in mood.

“Everything’s fine, I just want to be active and not have a chance to even remember anything of the negative things in my life. All that should matter are the positive things and I want to focus on the good in my life hoping that it’ll take away at least some of the bad.” I could literally speak my mind to Harry which was good because that’s something I was in desperate need for. He would obtain every single thing I would tell him and he always had a comment back or advice.

“Good, I’m glad but don’t wear yourself out. I don’t want you to be passing out every night because you did too much during the day, we can slow down whenever-“

“No, no slowing down. I need to keep myself distracted,” I sighed telling him my plan.

“Alright, if you think you can handle it.” Harry shrugged and allowed a smile to appear on his cheeks, making his dimples show. I couldn’t help but smile at those adorable dimples. “So does this mean you wouldn’t mind if we went out tonight?” He asked hopeful.

“No, that’d be perfect actually. I feel like I haven’t gone out at night in so long, nor have I been drunk in forever.” I gushed making Harry laugh.

“There’s a reason you don’t drink, Em.” A long sigh released from me.

“You’re seriously going to do that?” I asked, rolling my eyes at his now smirking face. “Harry it’ll be fine - I’ll be fine,” I assured.

“Mhmm,” he laughed once more probably playing all the memories of me drunk in his head. Let’s just say that when I get drunk I do stupid things and end up getting laughed at the next day but I mean hey, we’re all laughing together. I always promise myself I won’t let it get out of hand but after that first drink, I have to have another.

“Just let me have fun, you butt!” I laughed, throwing a French fry at him.

“I do, why do you think you have so many hilarious memories from being drunk? I mean of course I watch out from afar,” Harry said winking and taking a bite of the fry I just threw at him.

“Just so nothing gets too out of control,” he laughed. If only I could know what he was thinking, but I guess that’s just part of the mystery.

“I’m sure you’re the reason I don’t wake up in a ditch,” I joked.

“No that’d be Louis,” he stated.

“Yeah, that’s a lie. I think if I were to wake up in a ditch, Louis would be lying there next to me.”

“Point taken,” he added. “But Em?” Harry asked seriously.

“Yes Harold?” I became serious along with him.

“Please don’t get carded again? And don’t get kicked out of the bar, you don’t need your picture up in every pub in London.”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you even went that far! They put my picture up as a joke, Harry! You suck, this is why I hate you.”

“Hate? Jeez such a strong word, I’m a bit offended to be completely honest.” Harry placed a hand on his heart and pretended to be totally hurt by me.

“You know what? You can pay for this meal, I’ll be in the car.” I grabbed my bag and gave him a nod and got up.

“It’s not like you’d pay for it anyway,” he stated. I mean he was right, I rarely paid for lunches but that’s because…well I never really thought about paying because Harry always did. This stopped me and I immediately felt bad. I grabbed my wallet out and put the money out on the table and Harry just looked at me.

“You’re right, I never pay. I’m sorry for not being thoughtful, I just never even thought about it with you-“

“Babe,” Harry laughed. “I was kidding,” he smiled and stood up so now he was towering over me. “I’d buy you anything,” he kissed my lips. “Here,” he handed me my money back. “I pay because it makes me happy, don’t ever worry about those things.”

“I love you,” I smiled.

“I love you too,” he pecked my nose and then intertwined his hand with mine and led me out the door. “Let’s get going, it’s getting late.”



Later that night, I put on a pair of jeans, a black sheer button down and my favorite red heels. My long brown hair was still in a large messy bun from before but I was running out of time to fix it. Harry walked in with just a towel on and suddenly, goose bumps layered my body. “You look hot,” Harry smirked.

“So do you,” I bit my lip, smirking back. I didn’t know where it came from, I was always horrible at flirting especially with Harry. It was definitely the red pumps working their magic, helping my legs as well as my personality.

“I love when your hair is up like that,” Harry said. His towel was still secured around his waist but he managed to wait on getting changed to walk over to me. Somehow, even with the red flippin 7 inch heels, Harry still towered me only a little though. But I liked how he was able to look down at me, as if he were somehow protecting me. He was a security blanket for sure. “It’s so sexy,” he went to kiss my forehead but then leaned down and kissed my jaw.

“Sexy?” I repeated. “You think that this is sexy?” I asked, pointing to the mess that was sitting on the top of my head. “Well if you say so,” I smiled. But then I remembered how I thought his messy curled hair was sexy and it was. My hands found their way to his perfect head of hair.

“Messy is just sexy, huh?” I leaned up and kissed him slowly on his pink lips.

“Maybe we should just stay here,” he said leaning back down to kiss him but I dodged the kiss. A whine escaped his mouth where I had just teased him. “Those red heels are making you a whole other person,” he noted. I released myself from his grasp and walked away, making sure I swayed my butt in his view. I was going to enjoy this newly found power I had with these heels. Another groan escaped Harry’s mouth and I laughed, leaving him to his room.



In the car ride there, I decided to tease Harry a little bit more throughout the night so later on it would be more fun. I already made the choice to move further with Harry, it was time to get over the past and begin the future with Harry. I bit my bottom lip and played with the radio stations at first, being much undecided with the music as usual. “So did you ever decide if you were going on tour with us?” He asked, making me look up at him. The tour had completely slipped my mind, but there was no I was missing it and especially now. I needed to occupy myself with everything and everyone.

“Yeah, I am.” I widened my blue eyes so he would be forced to take a glance away from the road to look at me. And he did. When he looked back, I sat back in my seat and smiled at him. I placed my hand on his upper left thigh, of course taking him by complete shock. This me was shocking the both of us tonight, but it was exciting and fun. “Em,” Harry breathed. A breathy laugh came out of his thin, tightened lips.

“What?” I giggled as if I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“I didn't know you could be such a tease,” he shook his head as I ran my tiny fingers along his jeans. To be honest, the material against my hand sent tingles into my body, I could only imagine what he was feeling. “I’m gonna have to take this damn shoes off of you,” he nervously laughed as my hand got closer to his zipper. And just as he thought I was going to unzip his zipper, quickly I retrieved my hand. He let out a long sigh and shook his head. “You’re so gonna get it later,” he said with a smirk on his lips.

“Am I?” I whispered, into his ear. I thought about nibbling on it just to make him really go crazy but then he came to a short stop, making me fly into the dashboard. “You’re such an ass,” I laughed. “Can’t wait,” I challenged him.

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