Harry’s P.O.V.

The waiting room was agonizing and pure insanity. People were coming in and out with different problems and voices were all over the place. But the only thing on my mind is why Coralie and Emma were at the same restaurant as Cara and I were? I mean, of all places. And Coralie called my name as if she knew I was there. Coralie was sitting next to me and I was anxious to ask her what happened. Cara placed a kiss on my cheek. "Harry, I have a flight in the morning. Call me later and tell me how Emma is. Bye Coralie," she said as they hugged. Once Cara was gone, I turned to Coralie and she knew what was coming. She was the worst liar in the world so I knew I'd be getting the truth no matter what.

"Did you intentionally come to that restaurant knowing I was there?" I asked and I could tell by the look on her face that she was trying to plot something in her mind. "So I'm taking that as a 'yes.' Why?" I questioned.

"Just do me a favor?" She asked and I nodded in return. "Don't say anything to Emma."

"I won’t," I agreed. But what was I not telling her? I only knew half the truth.

"Friends of Emma Miller?" A woman in scrubs asked. I stood up and Coralie and I made our way over to her.

"We're here for Emma," I stated. "How is she? Can we go see her?" I didn't realize how anxious I was until Coralie's hand squeezed my arm to calm me down.

"She's fine. You may go see her now." The nurse’s smile was sweet and kind which sent relief down my body. She turned away to go talk to someone else in the waiting room.

"Listen, you go visit her. I have to get to work. Tell her I said I'm sorry and I'll be over tonight?" Coralie's voice was still shaking but I don't think it was because of Emma's allergic reaction, I think it was due to whatever happened before that.

"Yeah," I promised. She turned herself away and left. I found Emma's room and she was sitting on the hospital bed with her knees to her chest. I could tell she wasn't too thrilled to see me. I sat next to her on the bed, waiting to see if she'd say anything. After a couple minutes of silence I decided to break it. "How ya feeling?" I asked reaching my hand up to her cheek but to my surprise, she placed hers over mine and removed it slowly.

"Stupid," she said after a while.

"Why?" I asked, again only knowing half the reason.

"I ruined your night with Cara-"

"Don't Emma. It’s fine, you needed help."

"No," she started. "We came intentionally to that restaurant. It was impulsive and stupid. Coralie and I didn't really know why we did it. I just wanna forget it happened but I want you to know that I'm sorry."

“It’s forgotten and you’re forgiven,” I stated. She seemed relieved, laying back into her bed almost as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. We looked at each other for a while, I admired her face. Last night was truly forgotten because when I did look at her face, it reminded me of how I could never be or stay mad her, ever.

“Stop looking at my hideous face!” Emma threw a hand over her face to block my view. “I can’t believe how repulsive I looked last night, it was despicable!” Between her fingers, she spoke and I could see a smile on her face bringing one on mine. “If any paparazzi got pictures I will seriously die from shame. I will never leave my room again, I will not.” I removed her hand from her face and started laughing. “Oh my God, I still looking disgusting don’t I?” Her hands were back on her face but finally I stopped laughing and took them away again.

“No, you look beautiful as always. And so what if you looked a little freaky last night? You had an allergic reaction. I’d say you looked better than half the people who get plastic surgery on their face.”

“Oh how sweet, thanks Harry. Can we go home now? I really just want to shower, get into some sweats and cuddle up with-“

“Me?” I asked, hopeful.

“With some tea…but I guess you can join…” she trailed off, laughing after. “But seriously get me home Styles!”


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Emma’s P.O.V.
I could feel myself dreaming, it was obviously too good to be true considering Harry and I were making out. But I felt a large pain in my stomach, ruining the perfect dream. Lazily, I rolled off the couch and into the bathroom. Getting my period two days after having an allergic reaction, honestly how more lucky could I get? Leaving the bathroom, I searched the kitchen for any type of pain killer and of course there wasn't any. I felt like keeling over and dying, I got the worst cramps in the world and Harry and I would usually cuddle but I highly doubted that was going to happen. I crawled up in a ball on the kitchen floor, not being able to make it back to the couch. Louis walked out with Eleanor. She knew exactly what was going on and knelt down beside me. "Bad, huh?" She had a smirk on her face and I pushed her back. A laugh came out of her tiny body. "I'm guessing there's no pain killers?" She stood up to avoid me pushing her again. "Lou, come pick the poor girl up from the floor and put her on the couch!" Eleanor demanded.

"Really?" He whined. "I can’t pick her up!"

"Really, you're going to call Emma fat when she's on her period? Real nice, Lou." Eleanor rolled her eyes.

"I'm not calling Emma fat, I'm calling myself weak!" Louis defended himself. Harry soon walked out, stepped right over me and opened the fridge. "Harry pick the poor girl up and put her on the couch!" Louis demanded, imitating Eleanor. He got a very dark glare from her and she pushed him out of the room, leaving just Harry and I.

"Why are you on the floor, Em?" Harry asked, chugging out of the orange juice carton. The pain was actually excruciating and it was too difficult to answer. I waited for some of the cramps to pass over to say something.

"I have really bad cramps," I whined.

"Maybe you should take some Advil or Tylenol," Harry suggested and I almost gathered myself to punch him in the face.

"Well gee thanks for the great advice Harry, but you know I would if we had any!" I whined/yelled taking Harry by surprise.

"Shit are you on your period?" His eyes widened, as he just stared down at me.

"No, I'm just laying here because the kitchen floor tiles feel nice against my back!" Harry didn't say anything, just kept staring. "Yes, Harry I'm on my fucking period!" The pain was coming back, I clutched my stomach. Harry put away the orange juice and tried to sneak out of the kitchen but I wrapped my hands around his ankle to make him stop. "Hey, hey! I'm sorry for yelling at you. Harry, will you please get me some Advil? Pleaseeeeee?" I begged. He turned around and looked down at me with my Harry smile. Kneeling to my side, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the couch like I was a child. "Thank you," I whispered into my pillow on the couch.

"Yeah, yeah." Harry threw on a shirt and left to the store to get me some things. The one good thing about Harry is that he's not afraid of what people think of him...well for the most part at least. So he could go into a convenient store and pick up pads, tampons and chocolate and hold it on line. He actually used to come home and tell me that girls would think he was adorable picking this stuff up for his friend.



Later, he came home with 2 bags and plopped them right on the couch by my feet. Immediately I rummaged through the bags to find the Advil and popped two into my mouth. "Look at you! I swear whenever you're on your period you turn into like a druggy popping pills like that." Rolling my eyes, I kept the bottle of Advil in my hand and went back to resting my heating pad on my stomach. "Does it really hurt that bad?" Harry asked, looking at me as if I were deformed.

"Yes," I whined.

"Stop whining!" He groaned. I shot him a death glare and he knew to shut his mouth. "Do I really
have to stay with you all day, you're kind of scaring me." Harry admitted.

"No, you don't have too." Although I truly wanted him to stay, no one else was home. Whenever I'm on my period, I tend to get really lonely and extremely horny so maybe it was good he didn't want to stay. "I've got ice cream and chocolate, I should be good."

"Are you sure I can leave?"

"Yes, don't worry about me. It’s not like I'm dying."

"Well I don't know, last time I left you we ended up in the ER.”

"Then maybe you should stay," I hoped as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“I mean I guess…” He sighed and then jumped onto the couch with me.


A couple hours later, we had already gone through 2 movies and lastly we decided on watching The Last Song because he had never seen it. I told him it makes me cry every time so he was more than excited to see it – or well see me cry I think was his implication. During the movie, Harry was smiling but he seemed distracted. I came to conclusion that he wasn’t even paying attention to the movie but was concentrating on something that was on his mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to be making him really happy. I paid my attention back on the movie and it came to the part where Miley and Liam were fighting for the first time and then Liam kissed her. It was the big kiss of the whole movie and suddenly Harry was interested in the movie again. “That’s how Cara and I first kissed,” he confessed. That’s what was on his mind, it made sense now. “It’s funny that we’re watching this,” he started. “After I kissed her, she laughed and asked, 'What are we? In a movie?'” He continued. It was weird, like something flew into my face and forcing me into reality for the first time. Harry really liked Cara and I needed to stop trying to be with him because obviously it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Besides, we’re supposed to be best friends who talk about anything. He never talks about Cara to me because he could probably tell how uninterested I am when he tried.

“You really like her, yeah?” I asked trying to sound very fascinated. If I couldn’t be his girlfriend then I had to be a good friend. He didn’t answer right away; he gave the question some thought. I couldn’t tell if his hesitation was a good thing or bad thing. He could be looking for the perfect words to say to describe his affection towards her or he could be a little undecided. But with a sweet smile on his face, he turned to look down at me.

“She’s like a breath of fresh air,” he looked forwards again. I was hoping he would elaborate on that because it didn’t really make much sense to me. “My life is crazy, cameras, people always around me and I’m always going and going. But when I see Cara and it’s just us she’s like a sense of relief. Everything is just so easy going with her,” he said gushing about her. Surprisingly, a smile found its way on my face. Mainly because he was smiling. The way he described his feelings towards her was actually cool.

“That’s amazing,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” He asked raising his eyebrows. “Not too corny?”

“Well yeah, but that’s the best part. I’m really happy that you have that with Cara. It makes me happy that she makes you happy,” I confessed.

“Thanks, Em.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. “We really need to get you with someone!” Harry looked at me, eager to help me get with someone he possibly knew as he’s been trying to do for the past 2 years.

“No, no but thanks Harry.”

“Why not?” His face changed from happy to sad within seconds.

“Just now isn’t a really good time. I enjoy being single,” I said. And the only guy I want to be with is taken and I’m trying to move on with that, I thought to myself.

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