Emma's p.o.v

''When did you last hear from him?'' Eleanor asked. We were sitting in the school cafeteria eating, well El was eating. Me, not so much. ''Four days and two minutes ago'' I mumbled ''I honestly don't get what he's doing? Are you okay with this behavior?'' she said angrily and it made me surprised. ''What do you mean?'' ''he basically makes you wait for him when he's out doing god knows with who knows and he can't even bother to text you back. I heard from Louis an hour ago, they're not that busy'' if she wanted me to cry she was so close on getting her wish come true. ''You're worth someone better, honey'' she whispered, ''yes but god damn it Eleanor, I don't want someone better. I only want him'' I said and stood up to leave the cafeteria.

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He did call me that day talking like everything was normal and I...I accepted it. I just wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice. I didn't have the energy to fight with him. They had been gone for a week now. It wasn't just missing Harry, it was missing Louis and even Niall and Liam. I'm trying to look forward to when I go to visit them in a month but it's hard. I don't really know how to cope. I made El drink with me both on Thursday and Friday. Now it was Saturday and I had convinced her to go to another party. It helped a little. The alcohol. I forgot for the moment. Just what I needed.

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Three missed calls from Louis. Seven missed calls from Harry. Ten missed calls from Eleanor. I looked up from my phone. It was dark. Where the hell am I. I tried to stand up but I was clearly too drunk to stand. My phone started ringing again and I answered not knowing who it was. ''Emma?'' I heard a voice ''Niall?'' I slurred. ''Oh my god. Are you okay? Where are you?'' he sounded worried''I don't know, Nialler'' I said with a hiccup. ''Why are you doing to yourself, love?'' he asked and I just broke. ''My heart is broken, Niall. This is the only way I know how to make it hurt less'' I sobbed.

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Three weeks. I don't eve know if Harry and I are okay anymore. It's like we're drifting. There had been a lot of rumors online about One Direction's Harry Styles going on multiple dates in London with girls. I didn't want to listen to the media so I had to call him and ask him myself. I dialed the number I knew by heart and waited for him to pick up. ''Hi'' he answered, ''hey'' we were quiet for a moment as I tried to figure out what I was going to say. ''So there's a lot of stuff in the media about you...'' I began ''is it true? Are you going on dates? I mean I've seen the pictures. You are hanging out with a lot of girls'' I heard him sigh on the other end ''Emma, I have a lot of female friends, apparently I'm dating all of them'' ''yeah well, you never call me and I'm always the one texting first'' I said knowingly this would turn in to an argument. ''I don't know if you noticed but we're on tour with England's biggest band, I'm quite busy'' oh he didn't ''If Louis has time to talk to both Eleanor and me every day you have time to text me back. You know what, Harry? Call me when you're off that cloud of yours and back on the ground, popstar'' I snapped and hung up on him.

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''How do I put this the right way?'' El let out a sigh ''I don't want to hurt you by saying this, babe'' ''just say it'' I said. Because I was done. I was done crying, I had cried out every tear possible. I had nothing more to give. ''He's away following his dream. He's seventeen, babe. He can't be what you need if he's seventeen. He's not mature enough to keep whatever the two of you are doing, going. I think that he's stalling. He didn't say that he loves you because he knows he will meet so many other girls on tour and he's not sure he would be faithful to you. At least that's what I believe and what he's doing isn't fair. It's not fair for you, Emma''.
All I could think of was the pictures of the girls, him partying, smiling, laughing and having the greatest time over there. How can this not affect him at all. It's like, if what we had was real how could he be fine? Because I'm not fine at all.

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