Emma’s P.O.V.

The bar we were at was loud and dark so I knew Harry wouldn't be afraid to hold back either of his hands. At first I kept my distance with Harry, Coralie and I sat at a table catching up. I was almost scared to see what Harry had in store with getting back at me. My whole body was shaking and I started to regret teasing him before, because if there's anything Harry is good at, it's teasing me. "Are you okay? It looks like you're going to have a panic attack," she laughed knowing that whatever I was scare of it wasn't too bad.

"I'm just nervous," I explained.

"For what? To drink?" She asked, after taking a large sip if her beer in her hand. "Because you don't have to drink."

"No, no. I'm just- well before, I was teasing Harry...like you know teasing?" I asked and she nodded knowing what I was talking about. She started to laugh, almost spitting out the beer in her mouth. I knew what she was thinking, how could I, Emma Miller tease Harry? But I went on. "So he said he was going to get me back and I'm nervous as to what he's going to do."

"Then you should definitely start drinking," she said pushing her beer over to me and I quickly chugged the rest knowing she was right. "And whatever he does, just take it. Take it as if it doesn't even feel good. Make him suffer," she smirked. I tried to remember that but once I started drinking more and more I knew that plan would be out of my mind and I would accidentally let Harry know how good everything he did to me felt.



Later on, Harry finally got a hold of me as I stumbled over to the bar. His arms immediately grabbed me and he held me tight, making sure that I wouldn't have a chance to get a way. "Ha," I let out a drunken giggle. "You're not even gonna attempt a sneak attack?" I asked, trying to sound like a smart ass. The grip he had on me was already making my heart beat fast. But I tried to listen to what Coralie said, to make him think that his touch didn't affect me.

"Doesn't matter how I go about you, whatever I do, you're still gonna love it." He was so confident in himself and I didn't doubt him one second. I looked at his face and knew that his fun was about to begin so to try to delay it, I called over the bartender.

"Hi, um can I have a-" Harry's hands slithered down my jeans and he started to play with my underwear and I choked on my words. "I'll have a-" a moan was trying to come out but I wouldn't allow it. "Just a beer, any kind!" I breathed. The bartender rushed off and I turned to Harry and leaned in and moaned into his ear so no one but Harry could hear me. He laughed, knowing that he was winning this game. "You're such an ass," I whispered. He lifted his hands out of my jeans but he still kept his arms around my waist. "No more teasing," I pleaded. "Let's just go home and do the real thing," I bit my lip and leaned into his chest. I couldn't wait any longer, he was right the first thing he did to me, I already wanted to go home and do it all.

"Now that wouldn't be any fun would it?" He asked, laughing and slipping his cold hands up my shirt. I could feel the rings on each of his fingers slide up and down my sides. I couldn't tell if it was because I was drunk or just really weak for his touch. "I can't believe you're already caving in," he laughed. I had to bite my lip so a moan wouldn't escape. My body literally caved into his touch and I was leaning against his body for support. Harry got the biggest kick out of it, he leaned down and kissed my craving lips. “You’re so sexy right now, the way you want me.”

“I hate you so much right now,” I mumbled into his lips. Harry’s hands found their way back down into my jeans and I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. “Harry,” I moaned. “Someone’s gonna see,” I complained hoping he’d stop. I would be so embarrassed if someone heard or saw us. But he didn’t listen and just continued to tease me. “Please,” I begged. “Let’s just go home.” My body was aching for him but I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to leave now. Finally Harry gave in and we got in the car and I don’t remember being so anxious before.


When we got back to the apartment, I rushed inside and I could feel Harry running after me. I stumbled a few times and I swear I would have fallen over but I was so determined not to. I made it to Harry’s bedroom in one piece and turned around, basically ripping off my shirt. Harry wasn’t too far behind, already shirtless when he came into the room. His arms wrapped around my waist and he laid me down on the large bed of white sheets. Our lips were attached within seconds and our bodies moving in sync. His hands struggled with my zipper but then he managed to get my jeans off in one swift motion. I felt so vulnerable in this moment, it was weird. My eyes were closed and suddenly the itch was there. The itch that I wanted to get rid of but couldn’t. I didn’t like it, the body on top of mine was foreign and I started to feel my throat closing up from fear. “Stop! Stop! Get off me! Please stop! Riley! Stop!” I yelled, pushing him off of me. As soon as he was off and lying on the spot next to me, I caught my breath.

“Em?” His voice broke the through the air and my heavy breathes. “Emma?” I knew I scared Harry as much as I scared myself but I didn’t want to talk about it. Nor did I want to be there next to him after I had just made a huge scene. Immediately I got up and walked out of his room and just sat on the couch. I pulled a blanket up over my exposed body and cried into the soft cushion. All night I prayed that Harry would keep his distance and not come visit me out here to make sure I was alright. Surprisingly, he did as I wished. I couldn’t sleep all night because the damn images were surrounding my mind and not letting me go. I felt horrible that I did that to Harry but I didn’t know how to stop it.


The sun rose up and I was still wide awake not able to shut my eyes for even the slightest second. It was 5 a.m. and I decided that I needed to clear my mind. I got dressed in a pair of running short, a sports bra and my running sneakers. I entered the raining atmosphere and jogged until it was completely necessary to stop.


When I came back to the apartment, the lights were on and I was terrified to face Harry after what happened last night. The run may have done me some good but not Harry. I wish he and I were both drunk so neither of us could remember a single thing. I forced my legs to move me forward to the door and I entered the apartment, my whole body shaking. Harry was in the kitchen, eating breakfast. He was fully dressed and about ready to leave for work. I walked in, soaking wet and cold. It would be nice to just come in and hug him but I had to keep my distance because I didn’t know how he was going to react to last night. He knew I was in the room but didn’t look up. “Morning,” he chewed.

“Morning,” I croaked. Quickly, I cleared my throat knowing that I probably sounded like an idiot. He didn't look up at me but I didn't feel anger from him. He finished eating his breakfast and walked over to me, kissed me and then left. I was getting all these mixed emotions from him. He couldn't be completely ignoring me but that doesn't mean that he wasn't edgy about what happened the night before. How was I supposed to go about this situation? I stood there for what seemed like forever until I finally decided to move.


There was absolutely nothing to do today, all my friends were working, my boyfriend was working and I had no one else. It was still raining but the rain already drowned me out this morning. A nap seemed reasonable considering the little sleep I got last night. But instead of falling asleep on Harry's bed, I roamed into my small bedroom that was right before his. It was warm and welcoming just not as much as Harry's room was but I felt like I needed to step away from his room for right now. I climbed onto my bed full of purple comforters and cuddled up to the soft pillows that covered it. It seemed perfect and it was easy to close my eyes and drift off.



After a 5 hour nap, I woke up but didn't have the energy to get up. So instead I just stayed there and looked around at the walls with all the pictures that surrounded them. Pictures of me and my family, then me and the boys and then just Harry and I. I looked so happy in the pictures but it was hard trying to find the happy girl that was on the wall on this bed. The door opened and closed but only one person came in, instead of 2. The person walked around the apartment for a while and then walked past my room but then stopped. The stopping footsteps hinted to me that it was Harry. He walked back towards my room, looked into the opened door and probably saw me cuddled up in the corner of my bed. For a couple of minutes, he just stood there and looked at me but I didn't move because I was curious as to what he was going to do. His footsteps became clearer only because he was walking towards me. He climbed onto my bed slowly and carefully not to wake me (even though I was already awake). Harry moved and fit his body on the bed so it was outlining my body. I knew his next move before he did. But after he lifted his arms to wrap them around me, he stopped and hesitated. It hurt me to know that he had to question whether or not he should hold me. I couldn't believe that we were back down to this step. I wished so badly that we could move past it. Immediately, I turned around to face him and made him wrap his arms around me. "I knew you were mad this morning," I sighed into his chest.

"I wasn't mad," he looked down at me. "More worried than mad," he admitted.

"Don't worry about me-"

"How can I not worry about you? Last night..." A tear dropped from his eye and I couldn't help but feel so shitty because it was my fault he was crying. I never thought I'd see a day where Harry would cry because of me.

"Hey, hey." I said wiping the one tear away from his cheek and leaning up to kiss his lips. "Last night was just...I don't even know what last night was but all I know is that it's going to take a while for me to get past my fear. So I wouldn't blame you if you don't wanna stick around." I couldn't believe I said it but I didn't want to be unfair to him.

"That would never happen, I don't want to leave you even if you have a fear like that. I want to be here while you get over your fear, in fact I want to help." I'm glad he didn't want to leave but maybe I had to be the one to leave.

"I'm not being fair to you," I mentioned.

"You asked me what I wanted to do and I said I want to stay and be with you." He smiled, giving me a hundred kisses all over my face. "You're not getting rid of me that easy," he joked. We sat there, I was in his hold and it was completely normal. "I haven't been in your room in forever."

"I know, neither have I." I thought back to the last couple of months spent in Harry's room.

"Like I've never even noticed the pictures along the wall. They're really good, did you take them?" He asked, sitting up and gazing upon the photographs on the dark purple wall. The Christmas lights that I had failed to take down from last year were still up and shining over the pictures.

"Yeah," I said. "Most of them were from last tour but some of them were recent like obviously the one of us kissing in the corner is new."

"Jesus, why does my girlfriend have so many talents? She can play the guitar," he kissed my nose. "And write music and lyrics," he kissed my lips. "And take awesome photographs!" He kissed my collarbone. "What else?" He asked.

"Hey, look at you. You're way more talented than I'll ever be."

"Nahhhh. But I like how you're better than me, got me a trophy girl to show off." He leaned down and kissed me everywhere. From my head to my toes...literally. But I loved every second of it.

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