Something Great

Emma’s P.O.V.
The soft rain entered my mind, waking me up. I looked at the clock which read: 1 p.m. When I looked around, Liam was no longer on the couch with us but now he was on floor cuddling with Niall. The next thing I noticed was Harry's body lying parallel to mine and his arm around my bare waist where my shirt rode up. His hand rested on my skin and I felt my insides tingling. His touch was something that I treasured because of the butterflies I got from it. My eyes wandered around the room to find Zayn sprawled out on the recliner and Louis was lying on the table in the middle of the room. A small giggle escaped my mouth and I felt Harry's grip around my waist tighten and then relax. I realized then that his arm was saving me from falling off the couch and that the minute he lets go, I'll fall right on top of Liam. Harry's breath tickled the back of my neck and I decided that I never wanted to be out of his arms. My eyes closed because now would be the best time to get more sleep.

Right before I was about to fall asleep, a large crash entered the room. Louis had rolled off the table, causing Harry to react by letting go of my waist and I landed right on Liam. Everyone was awake now due to all of the noise. "Good morning, Em." Liam smiled.

"Morning," I said not being able to control my laughter and the next thing I knew, Harry rolled off onto the pile. "Harry, you're crushing me!" I said completely out of air."You're sooooo fat!" I breathed. I could feel him laughing against my back and I pushed him off of me. I then rolled off Liam and onto Niall who then pushed me off of him. I brought myself to my feet and started walking to the kitchen, “I’ll go make some pancakes-“ But before I could even make it 5inches away from them, Liam and Harry grabbed my ankles making me fall. “What the hell?” I questioned.

“You are definitely NOT making pancakes,” Liam and Harry said at the exact same time. I didn’t say anything because I knew why they had stopped me, so instead of saying a word I just started laughing.

“If Emma’s cooking anything, I’m leaving.” Niall stood up and pretended to leave but really just went to the bathroom. Last year, when I went on tour with them, we were in a hotel in California. I decided to make breakfast (pancakes) which resulted in Niall getting sent to the ER for food poisoning. I picked myself back up and sat down on the couch.

“Fine, that means you guys have to make breakfast.” I swear I’ve never seen 5 guys get up so fast and eagerly run into a kitchen to cook. “K GUYS! I’M NOT THAT BAD OF A COOKER!” But I decided not to argue with the fact that they were making breakfast. So I turned the T.V. and watched a segment on E! about celebrities. Harry’s face came onto the screen along with Cara’s. I felt my body sink into the couch but I couldn’t find myself to change the channel. It showed pictures of them kissing and walking around holding hands. Finally, I found to power to turn the T.V. off and I walked into the kitchen only to see the reality of the nightmare. There Cara was, next to Harry and they were smiling.

“Hey, Emma!” Cara smiled and got up to give me a hug. Okay, she had to be the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. I hugged back and pushed a smile. “How’s the writing coming along? Harry just told me you’re a co-writer for Bon Iver, that’s awesome!” God, I wish that she was mean and rude. But she wasn’t and I looked over at Harry who was smiling at Cara as if he never wanted to take his eyes off of her.

“Uh, the writing’s coming along. Thanks for asking. How’s the modeling?” I asked, still pushing the smile.

“It’s great, thanks! Are you coming to dinner with us tonight?” Cara asked being all nice and sweet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry shaking his head and mouthing “NO” at me. I brought my attention back to Cara and shook my head.

“I don’t think so. I have a lot of work to catch up on, thanks for offering though.”

“Yeah no problem, but you and I need to start hanging out more. You, me, Danielle and Eleanor should really go out one of these nights.” The smile on her face wasn’t fake at all; you could just tell how real it was. I wish she hated me as much as I hated her, then I wouldn’t feel as bad.

“Yeah, yeah definitely!” I agreed. Harry smiled at me and then I decided to leave and take my anger out on my writing. “Well I should probably get writing. I’ll see you guys later,” I waved goodbye and went back to our apartment and grabbed my notebook. My hand instantaneously started to jot down words that at first I didn’t even know made sense but then they started to form into something beautiful.



Five hours later, I completed the song. At the top, I finalized it by writing the name for it at the top; Blindsided. There isn’t a better feeling than finishing a song but quickly that changed when Harry walked in all dressed up. He had a suit on and his hair was a little more tamed than it usually was. I could smell his cologne from here and it was one of my favorite smells. Harry didn’t even have to say anything to send shivers down my spine, he just had to stand there and be him. “Someone looks happy,” he pointed out.

“And someone looks very handsome,” I pointed out as well.

“Did you finish a song?” He asked, trying to peek in my notebook but I stopped him before he could. “Emma, people are going to hear the lyrics sometime. Why can’t I just look at them now?” He pushed. All the guys hated when I wouldn’t allow them to look at the lyrics but I’m really insecure about my writing, I’m still waiting for the day I actually come to realize that Bon Iver has to read them.

“Because you know how I am, so just drop it. Okay?” I begged more than asked. Harry sighed and smiled.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I smiled back at him and decided to switch the subject.

“So why are you so dressed up?” I asked, looking him up and down.

“I’m taking Cara out to dinner tonight, I’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend.” This took me by complete shock that I could feel my mouth drop without control. His reaction was confused. “What? Is it too soon? I thought since it’s been like 2 months of us being together that I could ask her. Do you not think it’s the right time?” He started to panic and then I stopped him.

“No, no. I just- I didn’t…I thought you two were already dating…” I trailed off.

“You did?” He raised his eyebrows and looked around the room a couple of times and then back at me. “Well, we’re not. But do you think it’s a good time to ask?” He seemed nervous for tonight and I didn’t want to be a horrible friend and tell him no to benefit me.

“No, I think it’s a good time. Cara will be thrilled,” I said smiling and sounding as if I actually meant it. But the words sort of broke my heart. “I’m really happy for you, Harry.” I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and he pulled me in for a hug before I could move away.

“Thanks, Em.” He spoke into my neck. “So,” he said as he pulled away from the hug. “Do I really look handsome?” He asked, as he posed in all different poses. I couldn’t help but laugh which really helped hold back the tears. Then she walked in and literally not only Harry’s breath away but mine as well. The dress she had on was stunning and everything about her was beautiful. The knot in my throat became bigger and I had to get out of there.

“Hey Emma,” Cara’s voice broke through the room.

“Hi, wow you just look gorgeous!” I gushed, telling the truth and I hated that it was indeed the truth.

“Oh wow, thank you!” She smiled and hugging me and pulling away.

“Well we should get going,” Harry joined in taking Cara’s hand. “We’ll see you later, Emma.” They both bid they’re goodbyes and my next instinct was to the freezer, grabbing the tub of ice cream.


I was balling, shoving ice cream down into my mouth when I wasn’t even hungry. My phone started to ring but I had no desire to answer, especially with my mouth full and the often sobs. But I did anyway. Coralie, my best friend’s voice burst into my ear. She claimed she was on her way to the apartment. I swear her timing was impeccable. A couple of minutes later, she barged through the door and into the living room where she witnessed my depressing defeat. “Oh my God, you look sickening.” Coralie was a sarcastic, brutally honest person. But she was more loving than anyone I knew and my God the best listener. “Now tell me, what happened?” She asked, giving me her full and undivided attention. I spilled it all, not living one thing out. “Do you know where they’re getting dinner?” She asked.

“No,” I hiccupped. “Why?” Then I saw it on her face, she was scheming something and it was something that I did not want to be a part of. “No, NO Coralie! No!” I yelled, shaking my head repeatedly.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say!” She complained.

“I don’t care, it’s something bad! I know you, I know that face!” I got up and walked into the kitchen to get more depressing food to shove into my mouth. Coralie followed. “Coralie, I’m not in the mood for your crazy ideas right now. I just want to cry because of my pathetic, sad life.” I shoved a handful of chips into my mouth.

“This is just pitiful, Emma. Harry is going to ask a fucking model to be his girlfriend! A MODEL! Emma. Emma, listen to me. Harry has been basically single for the past 2 months! You had so many chances to tell him how you felt! You need to go find him, do something! Take control and tell him how you feel God dammit it!” She hit her fist against the counter making me jump a little.


I couldn’t believe that she had done it once again, how she dragged me into another one of her schemes. Coralie and I were sitting at a table in the restaurant Cara and Harry were having dinner. I could feel my hands shaking on my glass of water. A waitress came over and offered us menus, I took mine and ordered fast without even thinking about what I got. “Coralie, I can’t do this. We have to leave.”

“No, we’re staying. Stop being such a wimp.” A little while later the waiter came with our food but I was too interested in watching was Cara and Harry talking. I couldn’t hear them but I would know when he asked her by her reaction. I was looking at Harry and noticing how happy he was and something inside of me couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t intentionally sabotage his shot with Cara if he was happy with her. My head dropped and I grabbed my fork, eating my feelings again. Coralie noticed my loss and sunk back into her chair. “I’m sorry, Em. I thought you could do it. You know, finally stand up for yourself and take what you want in life. But you’re better than that. You must really love him,” she stated. My confused eyes trailed up to look at her. “Em, if you can’t deliberately disrupt Harry’s relationship with Cara than you really do love him because you can’t hurt him. His happiness is enough for you. I mean it’s a beating in your book but to him, he’s got a truly amazing friend…” Coralie trailed off when she noted my discomfort. I started to cough a lot trying to make my throat stop feeling so tight. It wasn’t working and I started to panic. “Holy shit, Emma your face!” I turned to my right to look at the wall which was a mirror. My face had broken out into hives. “Are you having an allergic reaction?!” Coralie questioned, starting to panic along with me. I felt my throat closing and then the next thing I knew, my back was against the restaurant floor. Coralie dove down to be by my side. “Someone call 911!” I knew what she was going to do next but she couldn’t help it. I'm so very sorry Harry, I thought to myself. “Harry! Harry please! It’s Emma!” Coralie’s voice was shaking as she tried to calm me down but I was freaking out. The whole restaurant by now was watching me which made me even more uncomfortable. “Harry!” Coralie cried out once more.

“Emma!” Harry’s voice soothed me a little more. “Emma, I’m coming!” His voice sounded distant even though he was kneeling over me, running his hand down my hived face. “Emma, stay with me. Stay with me, love.” I focused on his voice and his voice only. Seconds passed which felt like long minutes; Harry took me in his arms and carried me out to his car. Coralie sat in the back with me, Cara in the passenger seat and Harry was driving. I could almost literally see my death coming until I heard the sirens, the ambulance met us halfway. Coralie joined me in the ambulance, thankfully. There was nothing I hated more than ambulances and hospitals.

“Stay with me, sweetie.” Her voice was familiar and relaxing. The doctors did what they had to do and Coralie’s hand never unlocked with mine. The sad thing though, here I was in danger of dying and all I could think about was how I ruined Harry’s night.

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